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Our First Visit to Eyam
My husband's family comes from the Derby area. Our son is very proud of his Derbyshire roots, and sought to buy a house close to Derby yet - if possble - in a village in the Peak District. He and his wife spent many days and weeks searching - and in the end found their cottage in Eyam. It is situated in the village square, and we were invited up to stay for a weekend and investigate the local area. We spent a truly happy time there - so much history is available to see and read, as it was known as the 'plague village'. Our son and his family have been well accepted - it probably helps being born inDerbyshire (mother being a southerner) - nevertheless we were made welcome by his neighbours, and local shopkeepers (the butcher, George especially).
Derbyshire memories
For Mum, Annie Ashworth .
I am Heather Johnson. I am 57 years old. My grandmother's name was Laura Frith, born in 1915 (sometime referred to as Swales Friths) from Stoney Middleton. I had other relatives in Eyam and Grindleford, other family name Outram. My grandmother moved to Greenfield Saddleworth as a young woman and married an Ashworth, a local wheelwright and farrier. Time marches on and I would be pleased to hear of any family connections. Mum and me visited your beautiful area back in 2004, sadly she has since died, I remember how happy she was to visit her old childhood holiday haunts, everyone likes to go home. hcj22@hotmail.co.uk
Climbing "Glory Road"
I used to be a member of the Manchester Gritstone Climbing Club. My older brother, John, was a founder member and introduced me to the club back in the 60's. I remember this climb since it was the only one we ever climbed together, and I led. I was so proud of myself that day. My brother was so impressed. Today I am in my late 60's and retired. I live in the USA. My brother lives in South Africa. I've not seen or heared from him in some 30 years.
Stoke Hall
The first time I saw Stoke Hall was in late 1947, I and my parents were returning from India, having spent the time there since 1939. We arrived at Liverpool on the good ship 'Georgic', travelled by train to Grindleford then Teddy White's blue bus to the top of Froggett Lane which is at the side of Stoke Hall, the field at the side of the Hall was also the Frogget cricket field. My first impression as a 12 year old was to say to my parents "Can we please go back to India". It was a bleak November day and we had to walk down to Froggett over the humpback bridge to my aunt's house which was called The Nurseries, we had nowhere else to live. Over the years many changes take place. I started work at Calver Mill, lived in Calver, Stoney Middleton, then to moved to Grindleford. Our children often went to Stoke Hall on a Saturday evening to discos which were held there. This short story... Read more
Froggatt Village.
I lived in Froggatt from the year I was born,1942, to 1956. My grandmother, Mrs McDonald, ran the shop in the village. I attended Curbar Primary School, a gang of us used to walk it there and back every day, come rain, snow or shine. Passing my 11+ saw me moved to Lady Manners Grammar School in Bakewell where I was to suffer under the hands of snotty prefects, two of them lived in Froggat and one was called Carol Jessop, I can't recall the name of the other. We moved to Lincolnshire in 1956 where my fellow school friends found my dialect hard to understand! I live in the Isle of Man now, but my wife and I visit the Sheffield area every year to see old friends. Not the same village as I remember it as a lad though. Chris Webb
When I Lived in Grindleford
My father was policeman in Grindleford from 1952 to 1956, I was almost 5 years old when we moved there and my sister was 10 years old. We lived in the first red brick house on the hill going out of the village to Eyam. I went to the village school and was in the G.F.S., I can't remember the lady who was our leader but I remember how kind she was. My mother received a commendation for manning the phone whilst my father and other police were chasing and catching a criminal who had escaped and was on the hills nearby. I don't remember too much although I do remember my father, who was on duty at the time, riding his bike down the hill into Grindleford from Eyam in wind and rain when his cape flew up over his head, making it impossible for him to see and he ended up crashing into a Hulleys bus and going through the back window - his bike was a write... Read more
The Unitarian Holiday Camp
I was 10 when I was sent from my home in Bognor Regis to the Unitarian Church's holiday camp at Great Hucklow for three weeks. Since I was the only child from the south of England, I was frequently teased about my accent. I remember being miserable a lot of the time thinking that my parents had wanted to get rid of me. I even tried to run away up to the top of the hill where the gliders took off.
But now I can recall the positive things about the place: Washing my face every morning in the open air with fresh, cold spring water, visiting the Blue John Mine (where one child forgot to duck and scraped his head on the tunnel ceiling) 'mystery' bus trips to the incredibly beautiful countryside with its tumbling streams and rivers, all quite unlike the fields of Sussex I was used to.
I live in BC, Canada, and long to revisit the Great Hucklow area. One day I will do... Read more
