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Far Headingley maps
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Far Headingley area books
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West Yorkshire memories
Anticipating A Memory of Kirkstall Abbey
In among my family genealogical records is a note that an ancestor of mine named Richard de Berecrofte gave lands to Kirkstall Abbey in the 12th century. I am SO looking forward to visiting the Abbey next year and taking my own pictures of it!
It is my understanding that my ancestors left the Cliviger area about 1650 for Boston, MA.
I am retiring next year and have lived most of my life in Pennsylvania, USA. My daughter, Mary, is in the Air Force at Lakenheath AFB, and I will be staying with her. I would be happy to answer any questions.
Happy Day!
The Norfolk Family Living in Adel And Harewood
Just look at this truly MAGNIFICENT arch over the church doorway. My own interest in this parish is because my family name is Norfolk and so many of my family were farmers, millers and general agicultural workers around Adel, Harewood and Dunkeswick going back to the early 1600s - and probably beyond.
Forgotten Memories
I was born at N o6 Henconner Road, Leeds 7, on November 26th 1951. My primary school was Chapel Allerton County Primary, and I vaguely remember the trams running through Chapel Allerton as they passed the school. The tram depot was just a little further down the road. I remember the police station on the corner near the shops because we used to pass by on our way to the dinner-hall just round the corner, come rain or shine. The hall itself was (I think) a Methodist Chapel. We would be seated on one long bench, behind a high, long table, and were only allowed to move when told. Some sort of soft metal jugs full of water were on the table, along with the cutlery. There used to be an allotment at the end of Henconner Road, but now I think it belongs to Stainbeck Lane High School. Many a sunny afternoon I have wondered into the vast rows of cabbages, potatoes, beans and most of all peas, which we... Read more
In 1973 to 1977
I was 7yrs old when I visited this place with my mum and sister which was (1973) and I was told this was going to be my home for a while because mum was too ill to look after me...it was called Springfield boarding school and although I hated it at first because I got homesick I settled in and I loved it so much. I remember crying loads, some good memories lay there, and I'm trying to find as much information as possible about the place and people I met whilst there.
from Mandy Smith (was Pedersen back then).
Catching The Train to Leeds
I was born in 1960 within a short walk of this photo. The scene is still clearly recognisable, although the wooden station building spanning the bridge and the steps leading down to the station were demolished and replaced (sometime in the early 1970s?)
Mum would walk to the station with my little sister in a big pushchair, my brother and I holding onto the sides of the pram, to catch the train into Leeds. Mum had to push the pram down past the Fox and Hounds pub, over the bridge, down the slope past the house that is now the Pottery (shown in the photo) onto the Harrogate-bound platform. Then came the scary bit! Supervised by the Station Master we all had to cross the railway tracks across a wooden level crossing which ran under the bridge, up a ramp and onto the Leeds-bound platform. There was no direct ramp onto the Leeds platform - just a flight of wooden stairs (at the far side of the bridge in... Read more
Station Cottage
This is my family's ancestral home. My grandmother and her sisters were braught up here from the 1920s. Her father George Sayner worked as a linesman at this station and the family rented the house from the railway company. I have been told many stories of their lives here and I love it whenever I pass this building. It gives me a nice feeling knowing my family once lived there.
1976 to 1981
I too remember going to this place from when I was 7 year old in 1976 until 1981 and what I can remember is, my mam told me that my dad sent me here becuase I was total uncontrollable and this was the only way that my dad could see it at the time. I really hated it and I didn't want to be there at first, but as time went on I really loved the place. I have some good and bad memories but overall I miss the place.
