Nostalgic memories of Farsley's local history
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Farsley was a great place to grow up, betwixt town and country. Mills, dams, becks, parks, stony roads, winter warmers out of clay, Meals ice cream and milk. Elmers the doctors.Frances Street School and Mr Nolan, Miss Lamb, Miss Walker, Miss Sheard, Mr Teddy Shepherd. Wesley Street, Mr Ingham, Mr Blackburn, Jimmy Walker? He loved to cane.
Sledging down the Big Dipper in Red Lane. Chumping and apple ...see more
Farsley was a great place to grow up. I lived there from 1937 till 1955. As kids we had great fun playing in the beck just above the Cricket Field, before the Council Estate was built. When it was wet we played in the Cricket Stand. In winter we made winter warmers from clay we dug out of the sides of the beck. We made lanterns from the turnips in the field next to the Cricket ground.
Sledging down the ...see more
We lived at No1 North Street, it's not there anymore. It was quite a steep street and when it snowed (we seemed to get snow every year in those days) we would get out the sledges and spend the evening and weekends zooming down the street. The problem with this, it made the street very slippy. The people who lived in the street would throw their ashes onto the snow to aid walking. One evening one of the lads ...see more
I moved into Land Street in 1949, age 2 and lived there until I was about 13. We lived at number 2 which is on the corner of Land Street and the street down to the Pump Well. It was good fun sledging down the street and then making the turn down to the pump well and trying to get as far as you could before running out of momentum. At 13 my father took over as Watchman at Isaac Gaunt's Grangefield ...see more
I lived in Rodley but learnt to dance at Porritts.Remember walking home across the field at the back of dance hall ( now housing estate), coming out near the mill then down Bagley Lane. Near the bottom there is a ginnel up lots of steps which came out at St Andrew's Church Rodley(demolished for housing). We would then walk down Club Lane, cut through a private path with large gates into Wesley Street,nearly home!! Also ...see more
Grew up in Land Street, slept with my first girlfriend Wendy Gill until the pram got too small, that would be 1940, where are you now Wendy?. I still remember the Messershmitt and pilot who landed in the play field at the top of Westway. The fun and games we had as kids up to 1946, helping those friendly German prisoners build Fairfield housing estate. We moved to 43 Westway in about 1948, my father Horace, ...see more
play field at the top of Westway. The fun and games we had as kids up to 1946, helping those friendly German prisoners build fairfield housing estate. We moved to 43 Westway in about 1948, My farther Horace, Waterhouse. Mother Lucy, Brothers Barry and Eric, I think Keith was borne there, In winter we would go sledging down Land street down to the Pump Well. Is it Still there.? I remember when the snow melted the ...see more
Mrs Porrit's dance hall! That's a name to stir memories. Saturday nights at Mrs Porrit's, strict tempo dancing with just a spot of rock and roll, no drinking in the coverted chapel and an old black and white telly in a back room where the lads disappeared to watch wrestling. What happened to the IN-CROWD who quickstepped, foxtrotted and waltzed until a minute to midnight, then back home to bed to think about the girl you should have chatted-up but didn't have the bottle? Regards to all Pete.
My dad got me a job as a trainee pattern weaver at Gaunts mill in the main street of Farsley. I was 16/17 at the time. I learned a lot in that 18 months or so and I also met a beautiful girl called Doreen Pankhurst, pity is I let her go... The smell of the mouse urine in the shed first thing in the morning made me feel SO sick, in the end I found another pattern weaving job and got my first motor ...see more