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Ellel maps
Historic maps of Ellel and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Ellel maps
Ellel photos
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Galgate| Dolphinholme| Low Dolphinholme| Quernmore| Glasson Dock| Lancaster| Overton| Cockerham| Scorton| Torrisholme| Halton| Caton| Bare| Slyne| Morecambe| Lower Heysham| Brookhouse| Heysham| Hest Bank| Claughton| Pilling
Ellel area books
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My Mum's Memories of Galgate
My mother's name was Alice Margaret Ellen Davis who was born 6 January 1915. Her mother died when my mum was just three years old on Christmas Day 1918. She was buried in the churchyard in Galgate. Her father went to work in Preston and her older brother was sent to work on a farm, while my mother was brought up by a couple who lived in the village of Galgate in a lovely cottage called "Woodbine Cottage". Their names were Josh and Mary (I don't know their suranames) but they were brother and sister. They wanted to adopt my mother but her father wouldn't allow it. She told me she was so very happy living in the village, the lovely long garden full of tomatoes and flowers and all the railway embankments full of primroses and daisies. The next move in her life was an unhappy one as her father re-married and the lady he married already had a child. She was... Read more
Draining The Lands
I took my father back here in the 1980s as he said he use to work on the fields around this area draining the lands. He is in his eighties now and recently we went through some of his old photos and came across Quernmore. I have old sepia photo' he had taken of this area and of the small church to the left of this picture halfway down the road on the right hand side. This was his job in 1948 to dig and drain the land around this particular location. They lived in temporary huts just a little further up from the cross roads on this picture.
1958-1964
My name is Steve Whitfield, we lived in Whitecroft (on the Crossroads) and that is where I grew up. Went most of my time to boarding school with my two brothers, dating back to the 1960s. My father was employed as Chief Accountant for Jas. Williamson in Lancaster (remember them?) and I have so many wonderful memories as a child, cycling down to Condor Bottom, or catching moles with dear old Mr Fox. John Cousins exercised his racehorses on the roads up to Clougha, past Bolland's farm, and that's where I learnt to ride. As a boy, in my school holidays, trips to Manchester and Haydock in the horsebox were dreams come true, the locals in Bowerham used to applaud us when we left the yard fully laden with our equine superstars! Unbelievable now in this day and age.
I now train racehorses in Germany, but still have wonderful memories of my youth, the rain, the sheep, the Border Collies (Ken, he was brilliant), the abundant blackberries, Bees Bros,... Read more
Born And Bred
I was born in 1949 and grew up on Victoria Terrace. The picture of Victoria Terrace has special meaning to me, upon closer inspection I noticed my mum scrubbing our front door step, this she did daily along with the strip of pavement in front of our door. I lived in village until I married in 1969. How the old place has changed over the years, I remember walking through the fields to school, in their place now are bungalows and houses.
The railway line ran in front of our house and the old station house was a good place to meet friends until it became unsafe and demolished. My grandad worked in the saw mills the buildings of which are just visible in the photo. These were happy times and I could go on and on about the changes but I just dont have the space.
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Williamson Park Gate House
The 1881 census shows my grandfather (John Smart) and his family living in this house. He was the Landscape Gardener of the park.
Chapel
Each week, as a 15 - 16 year-old, I used to cycle from Morecambe on a Sunday morning for an organ lesson at the chapel of the Moor Hospital. It was uphill there and downhill home. My teacher was the organist there, also Director of Music at LRGS, and my lesson started after the Sunday morning service. As I progressed I was allowed to play the recesssional after the service. Every few years I come back to look at that magnificant building (the Annex) and think of all those thousands of people, staff and patients, who kept that sanctuary alive - a city within a city - which care within the community cannot now hope to replicate. I regret its demise and the safe haven it provided for so many people.
Henrys. Market Street.
I used to work at Henrys store, in the stock room. It was my first real job. It was a great old place. In the cellar was a secret passage way to the castle, bricked up from when there was a farmhouse there, I was told.
Christmas time was fantastic with Father Christmas and the grotto, and Father Christmas was my grandfather before I worked there - I sat on his knee when I was small and didn't know it was my grandad, how's that! I loved that place. British Home Stores rebuilt on the site and I worked for them for a while too. Allan Holmes.
