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Castleton Danby Road
My late mother ( nee ) Constance Mary Mould hailed from Castleton and nearby Westerdale. Her parents were John ( k/as Jack ) Mould and Mary (k/as May) Mould who also lived in High Street, Castleton, next door to the Flintoft family.
Many other relatives in and around Castleton - I last briefly visited there in 2006 from Canada where I now live.
A 'second cousin': Michael Mould also emigrated to an area near to me in Canada few years ago with his family.
The small detached cottage behind the white railings on the right of the picture , was owned by an elderly spinster relative: Hannah Dowson on my grandfather's side. Hannah was well known in the community and a staunch Methodist 'chapel lady'
I spent many happy summers in Castleton in my childhood and have fond memories of buying chocolate and pop at Scarths and buying homemade cakes at the small cake store a little further up the village, owned by an elderly lady.
North Yorkshire memories
My Cousin, Pam
I have a cousin living in Danby. She was Pamela May Broomfield. She married a chap with the last name of Murphy. She was a Pharmacist, the last time I knew of her. It would be great to hear from her again. Last I knew her father Ken, sent a photo of the home she lived in, in Danby, with her zoo of animals.
In Memory
Starting in Westerdale, my daughter and I did a circular walk following my Mum's death in 1994. We chose that walk from the song sung by Paul Wheater. We did that walk many times in memory of her, before I moved to the USA in 2007. I shall be grateful for that memory.
Rainbow Trout
Now a resident of Australia, I still have fond memories of catching a train to Kildale as a 13 year old and walking over the moors, and later, cycling from Thornaby through Commondale and back home. I remember laying down near a stream that passed under the road and trying to catch a couple of trout that stayed almost motionless as my bait bounced off their mouths. I also remember that there was a Saint Bernard dog in the front garden of one of the houses that always came up to see who was passing by. I have been trying to identify some places on 'google earth' but it seems a bit different to what I remember. I hope to revisit in 2009 for the first trip home since 1964.
John Mansell
Visit Late 1950s
Conscious that I had an 'auntie' in Glaisdale, I passed through on a holiday to Yorkshire. Getting off the steam train at Glaisdale, I asked a passerby for information, saying I knew I had relations in the village but only knew them as Auntie Winnie and Uncle Fred. I was immediately given instructions to their home where I received a very warm welcome, but sadly I have now forgotten their last name. I can remember they were extremely old. Can anyone now remember 'Auntie Winnie'? Anne Sell
Picnics on Roseberry Topping
In the 1960's we as a family nearly every year went for a day out getting the train from Hartlepool to the nearest station to Roseberry topping then there would be the climb to the top where we would have our picnic, we have photos of our picnics.
Anne Young
HAPPY HOLIDAYS
I remember Great Ayton very well, my Auntie Beanie and Uncle Ron lived there, my mum's sister and brother-in-law. I went there on holiday as a child with my mum and dad and brothers and sisters, it was a long journey in those days, and later on, I took my own 3 sons to stay there, my relatives always made us welcome, and the countryside was, and still is, wonderful. On our visits we would always have a walk up Roseberry Topping, and the sun always shone, or at least, that's how I remember. Good views all around from the top, we never seemed to have enough pop with us on those walks, so were ready for a drink when we got back to Ayton. This place does not seem to have changed much over the years.
