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Egton| Glaisdale| Grosmont| Goathland| Lealholm| Sleights| Danby| Lythe| Ruswarp| Sandsend| Rosedale Abbey| Whitby
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Visit Late 1950s
Conscious that I had an 'auntie' in Glaisdale, I passed through on a holiday to Yorkshire. Getting off the steam train at Glaisdale, I asked a passerby for information, saying I knew I had relations in the village but only knew them as Auntie Winnie and Uncle Fred. I was immediately given instructions to their home where I received a very warm welcome, but sadly I have now forgotten their last name. I can remember they were extremely old. Can anyone now remember 'Auntie Winnie'? Anne Sell
Childhood Dreams of Grosmont.
1942 was the year that my mother, Ethel Tyreman (nee Davidson) and sister Iris and brothers Harry, Fred, Frank and myself Eric, moved to Grosmont when our Whitby home was hit by German bombs. My dad, Fred, was a P.O.W in Germany. As a family of six, we lived in a one down, two up house in Waterloo Cottages. The house had no running water or electricity, and the toilet was a cinder closet around the back. Water was collected from a single communal tap along the street. The fireplace had a side oven on one side, and a water tank on the other side for hot water. Coal was in short supply, so our fire burnt logs collected from the Esk river...Happy days. Mother would bake bread in the side oven, and one Christmas she made a big christmas cake.It took all night to cook with a large branch of wood sticking out of the fire, and had to be eased gently under the oven. In the downstairs room we... Read more
My Cousin, Pam
I have a cousin living in Danby. She was Pamela May Broomfield. She married a chap with the last name of Murphy. She was a Pharmacist, the last time I knew of her. It would be great to hear from her again. Last I knew her father Ken, sent a photo of the home she lived in, in Danby, with her zoo of animals.
Featured Buildings.
The large building on the left edge of the photograph is Ruswarp Mill. A mill has been here since Saxon times and the first written record of this mill appears in the Domesday book.
The name Ruswarp may have originated from the mill. The mill was water powered and the river would have been dammed to make a mill race. Dams in this area are known as 'scarps' and if the dam was made of wood, the brushwood was called 'rise'. Hence 'Risescarp' - brushwood dam.
Alternatively, it may have arisen from the use of brushwood to divert fish in to fish traps known as 'salmon hecks'. The old local term 'warp' describes a bank of mud deposited by a river as the flow slows down after coming down from the high moors. Some of these mudbanks sprout vegetation - brushwood from seed and twigs carried down by the river. Hence 'Risewarp'.
The present mill building shown in this... Read more
Lucky Me
In 1959, when I was 8 years old I was fostered along with my brother and sister and went to live in Rosedale Abbey. Actually it was just outside Rosedale Abbey, in School Row. I attended the local village primary school and sang in the church choir along with my brother and sister. I even rang the church bell! The photographs of the village bring back such happy times. For example, during term time we used to do our sports lessons on the village green and every year we would all gather to watch the Milk Race, someting which alas is no more. I have such happy memories of the years I spent in Rosedale. The long summer holidays when we used to go fishing and fruit picking and even helping bring in the harvest with the local farmers. I also remember the winters when the snow was so deep we were unable to go to school because the bus could not get up the road to pick us up.... Read more
The Pearts
The little girl is my grandmother Jane Peart born 18 September 1884. Her nickname was Ginny. Her daughter, my late Auntie was called Jennie.
Beside her is my great uncle, Robert Leadley Peart who drowned at St Petersburg on 19 July 1908 aged 20 years.
