Gillamoor, North Yorkshire

Low Mills, Farndale

I remember staying at Low Mills with the Breckon family. When I first went there in about 1954/55 there was no electric and we went to bed by candle light.  The toilet was a "dry closet" up several steep steps and across the vegetable garden.  
My uncle who lived in  Carlisle was Amos Breckon, son of Amos and Hannah.
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Lucky Me

In 1959, when I was 8 years old I was fostered along with my brother and sister and went to live in Rosedale Abbey. Actually it was just outside Rosedale Abbey, in School Row. I attended the local village primary school and sang in the church choir along with my brother and sister. I even rang the church bell! The photographs... [more]

robson and hodgson ancestors

My great great grandfather Francis Robson was born here about 1847 to James Robson and Mary, who was a Hodgeson before marriage. I think he had a sister called Patience and brother called Johnathan. Francis walked all the way to Bridlington to find work,where he married and had a large family. I would love to find out if any decendants... [more]

Happy Memories

My parents owned the pub in the mid 1970s, I have many happy memories of living here, through long winters being snowed in to long walks in the area in summer. Being 9 at the time my vivid memories are of during one hard winter blizzard, the snow had built up against the door to the room with the fire (door... [more]

Good Times

I worked at Fylingdales in the early 1960s. We lived on site in cabins and Saltergate was the closest pub. Needless to say it was very well patronised. Could I dare suggest that could have been its most profitable period.
Good days, never to be forgotten!

My Cousin, Pam

I have a cousin living in Danby. She was Pamela May Broomfield. She married a chap with the last name of Murphy. She was a Pharmacist, the last time I knew of her. It would be great to hear from her again. Last I knew her father Ken, sent a photo of the home she lived in, in Danby, with her... [more]

Childhood

Kilburn was always a magical place for me as a child, lying as it does beneath the hillside where the White Horse is carved. As children we would cycle the seven miles from our home village to spend the day on and around the horse. A visit to 'Mousey Thompson's 'workshop was often included. I also remember earlier... [more]

High Kilburn

I visited High Kilburn with my mother in 1987. She lived there as a young lady. Her name is Laetitia (Thompson) Lewis. Her parents were Lionel and Alice Thompson. We visited the house where she used to live and then went down to Kilburn and through some other villages before returning to Everingham where my uncle lived... [more]