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Glaisdale, Beggars Bridge c1965
Glaisdale, Beggars Bridge c1965 Ref: g106008
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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 zoo of animals.
Shared on 21 November 2008
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 of the village bring back such happy times. For example, during term time we used to do our sports lessons on the village green and every year we would all gather to watch the Milk Race, someting which alas is no more. I have such happy memories of the years I spent in Rosedale. The long summer holidays when we used to go fishing and fruit picking and even helping bring in the harvest with the local farmers. I also remember the winters when the snow was so deep we were unable to go to school because the bus could not get up the road to pick us up. We didn't always manage to escape school though as often we would walk the one and a half miles into the village. That walk on summer evenings was so beautiful with the birds singing and we would often see the wild rabbits and weasles dashing across the road. I often think of those times and wish I could get back to visit my home once again. Unfortunately ill health now prevents that. But at least I have my wonderful memories and going back is often a disapointment as things are never the same. I want to keep my memories just as they are - very happy.
Shared on 01 November 2008
Sandsend, 1925
Ref: 78992
Ruswarp, the Bridge c1881
Ref: 14491
The large building on the left edge of the photograph is Ruswarp Mill. A mill has been here since Saxon times and the first written record of this mill appears in the Domesday book.
The name Ruswarp may have originated from the mill. The mill was water powered and the river would have been dammed to make a mill race. Dams in this area are known as 'scarps' and if the dam was made of wood, the brushwood was called 'rise'. Hence 'Risescarp' - brushwood dam.
Alternatively, it may have arisen from the use of brushwood to divert fish in to fish traps known as 'salmon hecks'. The old local term 'warp' describes a bank of mud deposited by a river as the flow slows down after coming down from the high moors. Some of these mudbanks sprout vegetation - brushwood from seed and twigs carried down by the river. Hence 'Risewarp'.
The present mill building shown in this photograph was erected by Philip Williams engineer and was paid for by Nathaniel Cholmley in 1752. It was burned to a shell by a fire in 1911 caused by a lightening strike. It was rebuilt and ran until 1962 under various owners. It is now used as apartment housing. Above the mill is the lighter coloured tiled roof of Turnerdale Hall. The single building at the meeting of the road and rail bridges is the Bridge Inn. The church is St Bartholomew's which opened in 1869 and the large house to the left of the church was the vicarage. The house between the church and the Bridge Inn has now gone so improving the road junction behind the house.
Shared on 11 May 2006
Whitby, the Peart Children 1891
Ref: 28866
I have such happy memories of my early years when as a schoolboy I along with many of my friends walked up and down the Promenade at Penzance of a Sunday evening in pursuit of girls. Even in the blackout during the Second World War we still put in an appearance. At the time I was a choirboy at St John's Church, Penzance and attended both morning and evening services.
During the summer months a Sunday afternoon pastime was to listen to the town band play in the Morrab Gardens where once again our main purpose was to meet up with local girls!
I am delighted to have found this site and have enjoyed reading the memories of others.
Shared on 10 January 2009
