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Historic maps of Folkton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Folkton maps
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Gristhorpe| Cayton Bay| Hunmanby| Filey| Burton Fleming| East Ayton| West Ayton| Reighton| Scarborough| Weaverthorpe| Hackness
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Sarah Reaveley (Reveley)
My Great Grandmother, Sarah, was born in Flixton in 1832. She was convicted in 1848 of setting fire to haystacks, and sent, as a convict, to Tasmania, Australia.
As all her family were farmers, she may have done this as a protest for all of the mechanised equipment being introduced, to the detriment of the farm workers.
Any information on her life in Flixton, would be appreciated, especially newspaper reports of her conviction. I know that reports were printed, but I do not have copies.
Staxton
My grandma (Whinnie) and father grew up here, and owned Staxton Garage for a while (Mike Hearing). I spent the most enjoyable childhood there. It makes me smile thinking of all of the older people, always smiling and telling a good yarn (story) as you walked though the village.
It is a beautiful place, you have the River Hertford less than a mile away, and the Wolds on your doorstep (the best playground in the world). You have everthing there, and it doesn't take much searching unless you have your eyes shut. It is worth parking up and enjoying instead of driving past - it doesn't look much at 60 miles a hour, but there is more there than meets the eye.
The Cottages
The cottage nearest to the telegraph pole was my grandmother's. My uncles Ted and Bob lived there with her until they moved to Woodbine Farm, Langtoft. After they left, gran moved in with my family at the other end of the village, Meadow View, and Uncle Cliff and his family moved in until they in turn moved to the farm at the bottom of the village. We think that the cottage at the forefront of the photo belonged to Geoff Bowes and family, or Willy Olden who mended bikes. Ted Dobson also lived in the cottages and most definitely the little brown one next to my gran's belonged to a lady called Tilly Biggins and nobody passed her house without being questioned as to where and what were you doing there.
Evacuees George And Jennie Barker
My brother and I were evacuees for 2 years. We stayed with a wonderful family, Mr and Mrs Braithwait and their daughter Eileen. My brother George went back many times as he loved it there, as he had got very on with a 5-year-old boy and they were always together. My brother tragicallydied in 1954. I went back to Gristhorp about 12 years ago to see this little boy (his name was Bobby, I have forgotten his surname). We had a wonderful time chatting about the past, I don't know why it took me so long to go back there. BUT four months after seeing him I had a phone call to say he had died. I often think, did my brother send me there to say goodby for him?
Holidays at Wallis's Caravan Site at Cayton Bay Scarborough.
I have lots of fond memories of Cayton Bay as a child in the late 1960s/70s, the only place we knew and loved. Mam had a caravan there, following in her mam's footsteps. We loved to get there in the school holidays, even the 3 hour journey there with all us kids taking turns to share the sick bucket didn't put us off going. We all crammed in my Uncle Bill's car, God knows how we all fitted in but we did. The smell of the diesel would set us off feeling sick within minutes of getting in the car and we would be asking "Are we nearly there yet?" every 5 minutes. Mam's caravan had no running water or a toilet, no mod cons like they all have today but we thought it was brill, lighting the gas lights at night and the smell of it. Even taking it in turns to fetch the water from the tap stands, and emptying the slop bucket was a shared event. We... Read more
Cows?
How strange to see cows on this picture. I remember lots and lots of sheep. The highlight of our walk across the main road and down the steep path to the beach (often through a layer of fog which blotted out the sun when you got there!) was to make baaing noises and wait for the reply!
Cafe on The Beach And Donkeys
There used to be a cafe on the concrete landing at the beach in the late 1960s, early 1970s.
Mum took the donkeys to the beach, up and down the Pumping Station Rd in the 1950s, Wallis's was a very busy place, mum has told me that Mr Wallis owned a T.V shop before buying the camp and he asked her granddad to be his partner, his name was Hanson, but he declined his offer. They were local dairy farmers, the farm was on the road that spurs off the Filey road and runs only a short distance from the cliffs to Flamborough, the farm house looks like a small mansion with a balustrade around the top, you can see it clearly from the road on the seaward side.
Great-grandma had a caravan on Wallis's and we stayed there in the summers, 1970s, there were railway carridges on the site, just in front of the reception and to the right, and we would go with granny to see the people... Read more
