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Morris Dancing With The Clitheroe Morris Men
This was a weekend to remember!
The Clitheroe Morris Men invited several other dance "sides" to join them for a weekend of dancing, music and - of course - beer drinking! By a lucky chance I was included in this invitation due to a strange set of circumstances...
Just the Autumn before, in 1979, I had begun to play my piano accordian for the Whitethorn Morris team in Harrow, Middlesex. After a month or two of enjoyable music I spotted an advertisement in the Watford Observer which said that the Pumphouse Women's Clog Morris urgently needed a musician to play for their practice evenings on Monday nights. Well, I lived in Watford, and I badly needed the extra opportunities to practise playing for dancing on my accordian myself. So I got in touch and found myself twice as busy: Mondays nights playing in Watford for the Pump House Clog Morris and Thursday nights playing in Harrow for Whitethorn Morris. This worked well and my standard... Read more
Paddling Pool, Castle Field
I remember this pool vividly! One day I was riding my tricyle round the outside of the pool, which wasn't filled with water at the time. Unfortunately I happened to fall in and I cut my hand on a broken glass. After 34 years I still have a scar to prove it.
Lancashire memories
Home Sweet Home
1981 The year we moved into West Bradford, to Gable Cottage, built about 1790. For 28 very happy years we lived here. Aunty Nancy the cottage ghost showed her present sometimes! No gas, no lights overhead electric wires and telly pole in back garden! Well, in 28 years on we had gas lights etc etc! Well, it was time to move on. We settled on Portugal! Now we live in a village with no gas, sort of street lights, and a telegraph pole on front garden! We miss west Bradford!
Saturday Mornings
My grandad kept racing pigeons, his loft was at the top of the old road looking down into the village centre. Ever Saturday morning during the racing season he would send me up to the Brown Cow (public house) to check when the birds had been released and which way the wind was blowing. It would say something like, let 09.30 / wind SW. I would have to remember this all the way back to tell my grandad. We would then sit and wait for the first sign of his birds. I was nine years old at the time
Schoolboy Memories
Born at the Risedale Maternity Home in 1933 we first lived in James Street. I think it was 1937 when we moved to Clevelands Avenue in the new Beacon Hill estate. Barrow was bombed in May 1941 but it was the older part of the town that suffered the most damage. I recall, as a boy, going round the streets looking for shrapnel from the AA guns I suppose. It didn't half tear holes in our pockets. Of course it was the shipyard that was the main target, but we could also see the flames from Liverpool on tha horizon.
In 1945 I started at Barrow Grammar school under Mr SM Price the headmaster. Very strong on discipline, I remember being scared stiff of him but he was probably fair.
I left Barrow in 1947 as my dad decided to move to Rugby.
Langho Hotel
Hi I've been doing my family tree and found out that my grandparents and great-grandparents and my great great grandparents lived and worked in the police in Blackburn. My great-grandfather William Whalley was married to Betsy and lived in the Langho Hotel. But I cannot find out any information about the Langho Hotel! Please can anyone help with any information on the Langho Hotel, or was it a place at all? In the 1911 census it said he lived there with his wife Betsy and their children, at the Langho Hotel, Langho! Please can anyone help?
The Best Weeks of Our Lives
During the 1950s my brother Brian and I (Peter) were what can only be described as whisked to paradise in Wiswell. We left the slums of Hulme on a vacation that has stayed with us forever, it was like taking part in our own fairytale. We went to stay with Mr & Mrs Wearing in the big white house across from the farm on Back Lane, they were very kind and caring people, who opened their home to two boys giving us an experience that would stay with us for a lifetime. We worked on the farm with the lads, hay making, sheep dipping, not forgetting going out on the country lanes in the Wilis jeep, every moment was a treasure, it was our holiday in paradise. The big black and white horse Rodger who I will never forget bit me on the arm. As I look back on the time spent in Wiswell, if I had a time machine it would be my first stop, and probably I would stay there. I... Read more
