Froggatt, Derbyshire

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... [more]

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... [more]

Lost Friendship In Time

It was 12May1967 when I first received a beautiful letter from her. She was a high school student and I was student of 1st yr Engineering (Bengal Engineering College, Sibpore, Howrah, West Bengal, India). Her name was Miss Elizabeth Noton. She with her widow mother used to live at 13, West End, Baslow, Bakewell, Darbyshire, England . She lost her father... [more]

Looking for lost friend

My memory having title "Lost Friendship In Time" was published on 25.01.08 that describes my friendship with Ms Elizabeth Noton who used to reside at 13, West End, Baslow, Bakewell, Darbyshire, England in 1967.

We were in touch with till 1973 but our contact snapped due to many obvious reasons. I'm now 61 yrs old and probably she will... [more]

Stables at Shendish Manor

My grandfather, Albert Clements, was a coachman at Shendish Stables at the time of the 1911 Census and so may have been a work colleague of William Scott (as posted by Barbara Gill on this site)

Birthplace.

My Uncle Charles and my father James Scott  were born at Nether Hall in the early 1900's. The family was in service to Sir Henry Longman. The main family residence was Shendish House in Apsley,Hertfordshire where my grandfather,William Scott was coachman and head of the stables.  All the horses owned by the Longmans were given a name beginning with L.  My... [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... [more]

A soldiers Lament

Will I ever hear the wind sough in the trees as I lie in my trench in the night? Will I ever hear our Anna's laughing voice. or see my mother's kindly face? Here in the trenches of the Somme, lying in the mud, the everlasting mud, my thoughts fly like the birds on wing, back to my home, to Little... [more]