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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!
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.
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
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
Great-Grandparents Marriage
My great-grandparents Robert Close and Annie Head were married at this church on January 8th 1888.
Spyatry in The 70s
My dad had the grocers shop opposite the gift shop, there was a shoe shop a childrens clothes shop, a launderette, a wool shop, Mrs Tinnion with her small Pekinese dogs, Bobby Askews the hardware shop who sold absolutely everything anyone ever needed. The huge ugly car park was built and some smaller houses were pulled down. Robinsons fish and chip shop, the best in Cumberland. On the occasions I drive through now, they've all gone, closed down and are houses. The pictures at the top of the town with Ella getting the latest releases as soon as she could, usually much later than release date. The cafe with the juke box and the penny ice lollies. Posh upstairs pictures 12p bottom seats, many with springs sticking out of them, 10p. Dear old Peter the lollypop man who was so kind to all the children each morning. Billy Gibson who sat by the wall, talking to everyone.
