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Historic maps of Eavestone and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Eavestone maps
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Sawley| Fountains| Kirkby Malzeard| Studley Royal| Shaw Mills| Dacre Banks| Pateley Bridge| Burnt Yates| Wath| Ripon| Birstwith| Ripley
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North Yorkshire memories
Aldfield as A Child
I remember moving to Aldfield when I was 8 years of age. We moved into Yew Tree House...When I say moved in, that is not strictly true. We lived in a caravan in front of the house initially, whilst the house was renovated.
The house had not been lived in for some time and was in a poor state of repair when my father and mother purchased it. It was originally a farm house with out buildings and a paddock and orchard to the side of the property. The school was just up the lane, which ment falling out of bed and a quick wash and up off to school. Our headmistress Miss Tyreman and our teacher Mrs Molly Graham. On the cirriculum the obvious reading, writting and maths but also a good measure of singing, dancing, playing rounders and running round and letting of steam.
My father always was insistant that the house we moved into was the birth place of the artist William Powell Frith, but I have... Read more
Little Did I Know
I was born in Bilton Harrogate in 1943. When I was 13 years old I had a new bike for my birthday and with some of my mates we went on a ride to Pateley Bridge Show, a first for me. At Wilsill we were dying of thirst and as we went over Wilsill bridge we saw a Baracloughs drink sign on this house so we stopped and bought lemonade from a lady who had what must have been the smallest shop in the UK, 8x8 feet. Little did I know that 43 years later I bought this place which is Bridge End Farm. The lady who served me the lemonade was either Ethel or Mary Dale, 2 sisters who lived at the farm together after their parents had died and they died within 6 months of each other in 1999. I have been in the butchery trade since 11 years of age and have always had a keen interest in farm animals and reared pigs on rented... Read more
Early Childhood
My father was the manager at the bottom tannery in Shaw Mills and we lived in Sunny Lea from 1955 - 1960. Although I was only 6 when we left, I have numerous vivid memories of that idyllic time and feel privileged to have lived there.
My sister and I used to walk up to Hardcastle's farm to get eggs and our mother wasn't very pleased when we brought a kitten home instead!
On Saturdays we were allowed to walk down to Miss Stead's shop to spend our pocket money.
We went to Sunday school at the methodist chapel and were close friends of the Petches who lived next door on Millbank Terrace.
What a wonderful start to life!
Schoolboy Days
I remember living at No 12 Kingwood Estate and spending many evenings after school playing cricket on the village pitch.
Dacre Banks
My Grandfather, D J R Wilson had lived in Dacre Banks since just after the end of the war meaning that as a child would often have to visit. As a teenager I never appreciated just how beautiful the place is, or how lucky I was to have somewhere like this to visit.
Sadly I would imagine that I will only ever visit Dacre once more and then I'll never pass through again. I hope the scenery and the people stay the same and that it remains as ageless and as charming as I will always remember it.
Chris Clayton
05/08/09
Dacre Banks
I was born in 1952 and lived in Dacre Banks until I was 20. When I was young I can remember watching the once weekly goods train shunting at Dacre. Sadly my father (D J R Wilson) who lived there died 4th Aug 2009 so from going there every Sunday to see him, I have very little reason to go, so not only did I lose my father but I lost what I consider to be my home.
Childhod Memories.
I visited Eagle Hall as a child, my grandfather, Mr GB Edward, and his wife bought the Hall in a fairly run down condition. I have memories of horse riding around the grounds swimming in one of the lakes, and of how derelict much of the house was. Unfortunately my grandfather did not really have the money to undertake the necessary renovations and I think that Eagle Hall was probably in as bad a condition when he died. He is buried in the churchyard in Pateley Bridge. Katharine White, nee Edward.
