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Crosby maps
Historic maps of Crosby and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Crosby maps
Crosby photos
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West Maryport| Maryport| Allonby| Great Broughton| Brigham| Aspatria| Mawbray| Cockermouth| Stainburn
Crosby area books
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Down Street
How many people remember the Lall Elf, on King Street, all of it and Nelson Street were partly demolished or empty, we would catch pigeons or look for the nests, there was hundreds of pigeons, people moved out and pigeons moved in. The things people left behind when they moved would be antiques now and worth a small fortune, even the cast iron fire places in every room are now in big demand, and we smashed them up for the sake of a few bob as scrap.
Down st King st
I remember going to Maryport with mum and dad visiting relations. Mum was Rene and dad was Billy Plaskett. My nan and da was Tom and Kitty Fee. We stayed with Maggie Jane who lived at 5 Nelson St - no longer there. My other grandparents lived at Grasslot in a bungalow. Relations at Flimby and also some still in Grasslot. I remember the jam factory.
The Riding School
I spent two weeks of every school summer holiday in the 1950s in Allonby with my mum and two aunts and numerous friends. We used to either rent a cottage in one of the farmers' fields or in a old converted train carriage. It was a long way from the hustle and bustle of post-war London and I loved it, especially the horse riding. If I could ride every morning and afternoon I would. I remember Mrs Jackson and especially Len Jackson who used to take our rides. I haven't been back for around 45 years but it's on the list!
The Butcher
I remember the first time I was in the village after the butcher had been slaughtering pigs. There was blood being channelled from the slaughterhouse down the road to another part of the shop where he was going to make black pudding. It took me years before I could even look at black pudding after that, let alone eat it
Flimby
I cannot remember a time where Flimby did not feature in my life. My father was born on Ryehill Road, and my grandfather was born and bred in Flimby. It once was a pit village and my grandfather John Watters was an engineer, his father was the winding engineman. In my childhood my grandparents lived at 1 Sycamore Cottage, tucked away behind the brow and looking over Beckside. Beyond lay Flimby Woods that my grandma loved so much. What memories do I have? Climbing into the beck with my grandfather to follow it up into the woods, Lilian's shop, and sweets from what my granda called "the rubbish counter", walks along Pigs Lonnin, Jobby the farmer and his pet sheep, Flimby shore through the flooded tunnel under the road. On and on the memories flow - the smell of coal, whited steps, the wind, the Co-operative store, the bus to Workington. The wide sweep of road in front of the Pelican pub, a house on the right up the brow... Read more
River Derwent Crossings Brigham/Broughton
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Great-Grandparents Marriage
My great-grandparents Robert Close and Annie Head were married at this church on January 8th 1888.
