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Historic maps of Darrington and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Darrington maps
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Stapleton| Pontefract| Knottingley| Ferrybridge| Ackworth| Brotherton| Featherstone| Castleford| South Elmsall| Hillam| South Kirkby| Monk Fryston| Askern| Normanton| Skellow
Darrington area books
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St Botolph's School
Started my school life here in 1967 and was at St Botolph's school, or as it was known to us as just ropewalk school. I have very fond memories of the place and some rather nasty ones of a particular teacher called Mrs Wadsworth. Remember having my first crush on a girl in my class called Elizabeth Cockerham although all the boys did, including Paul Baines and Mark Pearson the vicar's son, we were best mates the 3 of us. This is the only picture of the school I can find although I'm sure there are some hidden away in a lot of the Knottla folks' cupboards, I would love to see some more if anybody has any.
Ropewalk School Abt 1925.
My father Fred Beckett was born 1909 in Knottingley. Attended Rope Walk School up to about 1925. I remember him telling me that he had painted a large peacock on one of the walls in the school hall. This had remained part of the school for many years.
Grandparents
In the 1950s every summer school holiday my parents used to drive up to Ackworth, drop us kids off with our grandparents and pick us up 6 weeks later. I loved every minute of it. Coming from the hustle and bustle of Portsmouth it was like a breath of fresh air. Eric and Annie, or Little Nan as we called her, were much loved. Grandad used to take me down to the North family farm where he worked. I can remember having my first kiss in Bell Lane Terrace, I was 10 and she was 15, her name was Alice.
Before They Were Built
WHEN I WAS A KID THIS WAS THE SITE OF A FARM IN THE 1940s ( I think it belonged to farmer Copley). THE BIG HOUSE IN THE BACKGROUND BELONGED TO DR MARJERY. THE HOUSE IS STILL THERE BUT THE SURGERY WAS KNOCKED DOWN, AND WAS RESITED NEXT TO ST THOMAS' CHURCH.
A Good Time To Be Living In Featherstone
I was 10 when Featherstone Rovers beat Wigan and Leigh in getting to the Wembley final. We lived in the school house immediately opposite the entrance on Post Office Road. What a wonderful period in history of the town.
I was born on Vicarage Lane and schooled at Regent Street and then George Street Junior School. Eventually Normanton Grammer school.
I have wonderful memories of the town despite it being a pretty grim place.
I still visit the town whenever I return to Yorkshire, but never recognise anyone despite the town being largely unchanged.
Neil Wilford. neil.wilford@tiscali.co.uk
You Are Dead Right
It is Green lane but I remember this spot as Cressys Corner,my dad Bill Atkinson used to sit on the seat during the day Until the Green Lane Club opened ,Then after dark it was a favorate spot for us to gather,As IRecall lBill Major Colin Jaques Keith Bullock Carl Farington Pat Sutton to name but a few ,I live in Retford now and when I am it the area I always drive up Green lane ,and apart from once meeting Ian Dransfield I have never seen any one that I used to know.
Growing up in North Featherstone
I remember a happy childhood, playing in the streets with my best friends Joyce Dean, Linda Perry & Maureen Beaumont amongst many, we had quite a large gang,
playing rounders or sitting around telling ghost stories, we also used to take peoples babies for a walk and go to Pontefract Park.The school we attended was Gordon Street and my favourite teacher as I grew older was Mr Kearsley. I remember going to the Working Mens Club and having crisps and Pop and the annual trip to Scarborough or Bridlington. My favourite memory was bonfire night and my Dad would be buying crackers for weeks before hand and we would collect wood, my mam made toffee and hot peas and we baked potato's on the bonfire, what a way to go mmmm
