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Gilstead maps
Historic maps of Gilstead and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Gilstead maps
Gilstead photos
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Gilstead area books
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Memories of Gilstead
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Work
The boats in the photo belonged to my great aunt. As a young boy my job (unpaid) was to ferry the boats across the river and pick up any stray boats. I was very small, aged probably 6, could not swim, but there was no health and safety then!! My great-aunt was a very strict Victorian lady. Her motto was "Work comes first". Happy days?
Teacher Training College
I was so excited to come here - the start of the rest of my life. The night time views over the valley - so many lights - were thrilling. I couldn't wait to get out and walk all round the area, the air was so clear I grew an inch! For the first time I had central heating in my room.
So many memories, too many to tell, of new friends and good times and heartaches too! Good old College.
Alfred Patchetts Butchers
My gandfather was Alfred Patchett and he was a successful butcher in the making when he opened his butchers shop in Chapel Street, Bingley. I believe it is the road which runs off to the right in this photograph. I have a photo of him standing proudly in the doorway of the shop,only a young man in his early 30s. It looked to be a flat roofed building. My mum remembers as a young girl going to the shop and seeing all the meat,sawdust and blood! Not a common sight now in buchers shops... She also remembers once going wearing a red "tam o'shanter" (hat) and as he had an abattoir at the back there was a BIG BULL waiting to go to its fate. It caused a bit of a stirr when seeing mum's nice red hat! Red rag to a bull as they say. He went on to have a few butchers shops and lived on Toller Lane.
The Ballad of Davy Crockett
When we went to "Dick's" for lunch, there would be me, my kid sister, my parents and my maternal grandparents plus Mum's youngest sister. She was only 5 years older than me- "Auntie Betsy"- and more like a big sister. She was the prodigy of the family, learning to play the piano, and Grandma always used to pressure a reluctant Betsy to play something on the pub piano. This was at the time when Fess Parker was hitting the screens as Davy Crockett, and the theme tune was one of Betsy's special pieces. Unfortunately, one particular key on the pub piano was way out of tune. For those who remember the tune, the intro was sort of.."da dum di dum dum dum, dum di dum dum.." The bum note was on the fourth dum- it must have been an octave out- and the bar was crowded. It brought the house down, much to Auntie Betsy's mortification!
Sunday Treats
When I was a kid in the 50s, we often used to walk across Shipley Glen, having first travelled on the Glen Tram, to "Dick's" for Sunday lunch- it was always very popular- and catch the bus home from the bottom of the hill- the terminus was the Acorn Inn. A special treat was to go by bus to Bingley, where there was a fleet of vintage Rolls Royce taxis outside the railway station, and the whole family could pile into one taxi for the long uphill ride to Dick Hudson's.
Silver Jubilee 1977, Albert Road Street Party
I was Julie Denny (now Julie Hale, I got married in 1998 to Alan Hale). I lived at 57 Albert Road for 30 years + with my mum, dad Roy and Betty and my brother Paul I remember the street party, it was great. We had tables from the top of the road right down to the bottom, we had fancy dress, party games and a good old sing song, it was great. Where has all that fun gone nowadays.
Second World War
My husband's father Frank Baker, worked at Starting Post Farm on All Alone Road near Idle. His cousin Albert Drew, was in the fields with him when a German air plane came down. Does anyone have any memories of this and know the time of day when it happened? My husband's father later joined the Army and was killed in 1944, my husband then came back to South Yorkshire with his mum.
