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Cold Hiendley And The Blanchard Family
I understand my father's parents were farmers in Cold Hiendley. There was a large family and my father was born there in 1879. I would like to visit one day and to find the place where this family lived. My father's education was at a Dame School and I think the religion of the day in those parts was Methodist. I would be gratful for any links anyone can provide. Thank you, Best wishes.
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Felkirk Church
Felkirk Church was about five miles from Ryhill and was built long before the birth of Oliver Cromwell. There he used one of the stable yards which was adjacent to the church. Anyway in the year 1959 I was become a bell-ringer at that church, Mr Stan Chant was one of the teachers whereupon he set me out a riddle which I had to solve. He said to me that when the clock upon the church struck 12 midnight all the ghosts came out from their graves but they very seldom heard it. Mr Chant gave me as long as I wished to solve the riddle but I could not solve it. He took me outside the church and told me to look up at the bell tower and said for me to study it. He even gave me the riddle once more and still I did not know the meaning of the riddle. Then he told me to go up into the belfry with him. The belfry stone stairs... Read more
Ryhill Res,
Ryhill Reservoir was the place where my sister Mary took me in the summer months, mainly on Sundays, and at that time there was a small shop which sold ice cream and pop and also fishing nets attached to a bamboo cane; there were plenty of sticklebacks which one could capture and put into jam jars. There were also rowing boats where one would have to pay about five shillings (25 pence), not as though either of us had any money between us. There wasn't much to do really except to watch the ducks fly around and lie in the long grass and soak the sunshine. Lots of people would swim in the reservoir as it was quite clean. It was in 1993 when I last went there on a flying visit. It was summertime and I decided to park my car up that night and stretch myself out in the back of the estate car. It was quite foggy that night due to the hot day cooling off. I... Read more
What A Fright
If you have read my account as a child at felkirk Church, I as a grown man and with some time on my hands I visited Felkirk Church on many occasions; it was on the last occasions where I went there around 15.00 hours. I recall that the dark nights were creeping in and that the Church was darkening within; having known where the light switches were to turn on the lights I decided to switch one light on which was where the font was. and then went and sat down in one of the pews within the middle isle. It was a time of reflection and prayer for me, and knowing that there was only myself within the church I was in prayer! Suddenly there was a loud noise of which I would describe as a Glass marble being thrown through the air and then hitting a stone floor and then bouncing two or three times and then rolling past to where I was knelt down? It was enough... (Awaiting moderation, read more soon)
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its a small village with great past dick turpin jim_morrison@hotmail.co.ukin hood battle of the roses
The Tiger
My dad once made me what us Royston lads would call a Cadjie! It was a go-cart made from bits of waste wood and two sets of wheels from off an old pram or pushchair. One would control it by its front wheels which were attached to an articulated axle, it was also steered by the feet. Dad had taken five hours to make it up and was quite sturdy to say the least. Most Cadjies were made from big pram wheels but the one which I had had small wheels about five inch. Anyway I was to pull up my Go-cart some 150 yards up a steep hill which was called Lundhill where I sat down and had the ride of my life, it was at least 45 degrees steep with a causeway of which I came down at breakneck speed only I hit a piece of coke with the front wheel which had dropped from off a coke lorry. I lost my steering for about two seconds, and... Read more
Blow up Tanks
I was born in Royston in 1949, some four years after the war. The thing about me I have a very good memory of thing that had occurred within my childhood days, some of which, like everyone else would like to forget. I recall that when I was roughly three years of age, I was to go out of the front door and and amble my way into the fifty acre field, which was some half a mile walk from where I lived on Midland Road. The fifty acre field was somewhat a waste ground which overlooked the Monkton Coking Plant. I had ventured the whole of that distance all by myself. There within the field were strange looking objects, of which I was too young to comprehend in my mind to what they were. For many years to come, my mind had filed all the details and had stored them up. Then one day in the 1960's I recall the events of the day. During the war, the... Read more
