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Historic maps of Hampole and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Hampole maps
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Skellow| South Elmsall| South Kirkby| Askern| Thurnscoe| Bentley| Goldthorpe| Sprotbrough| Stapleton| Ackworth| Bolton-Upon-Dearne| Doncaster| Wath-Upon-Dearne
Hampole area books
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Memories of Hampole
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My Childhood
I was born in this year, but do not have much to remember from then. About 1974 and I remember playing with a few children in the village. The Lister children really I rember. The Twiggs lived in the Abbey. I spent endless happy days there with the horses. The ghosts, mainly monks from the abbey. I lived in 3 Station Cottages. The Scotts in the bid house on the A318. Mr Webb at the Priory with his lovely horses. Colin and Jessie at Forge Cottage. I thought I'd die when my father said we had to move. I loved and still do love that cottage and village. We had no pub, no shops and few buses, oh, and not many street lamps too! Mum and I would walk back from ballet lessons in the pitch black, but we knew all the shadows and felt the cold winds in the winter. I also remeber Peter Sutcliff in the later years too. The endless murders and not really so far away.... Read more
South Yorkshire memories
Skellow Hall Children's Home
I can remember the day I first went to Skellow, in the year 1950. I was put into the children's home at the top of Skellow Road where three of my brothers were at the time. The superintendent then was Mr Rhodes and his wife Mary. They only lasted four years of my childhood as the new superintendent came, who was there till the day I left, some nine years later. Lads attended the local schools, first the older lads who attended Skellow Secondary Modern School and I at the infant school that was joined on to it. The building was far smaller than what is there now, plenty of room to play and orchards which bears a variety of fruit. The old stables were in good order and the coach houses used as garages. My memories were of good and bad of my treatment at the home, but as far as I'm concerned will be with me for the rest of my days, I hope to finish a book... Read more
Granters of Yorkshire
John Joseph Granter b.1887 moved to Upton in 1925. He owned a bus or coach company and also land and farms near Rossington. I can find no record of his businesses or what happened to them. One or two relatives of whom I'm aware still live in the area. Someone may know or even remember more ...
Campsall. South Yorkshire. Near Doncaster
I lived in Campsall with my dad Joseph (Joe) Smith, my brother Terry and sister Jeanette. My father worked down Askern pit for many years till he retired at the age of around 55. He passed away in 2009 (Feb). My brother and sister now live in Carcroft near Doncaster. Growing up in Campsall I have got a number of memories. Leaving school at the age of 16 on the Friday and starting work at Askern wood yard on the Monday, with Shaun Murphy (he still works there to this day - 24 July 2011), where I worked for about 6 years, then going to work in the mines of Askern colliery for 11 years. When I was not at the pit I was working at David Carr's farm with Des Rowland for around 4-5 years.
The 3 Skulls
I remember walking during the 1950s, from where I used to live in Goldthorpe, up the hill to Hickleton, as far as the church to view the three skulls within the wall of the lych-gate... "Today for me, tomorrow for thee" was the chilling message around the window where they were set. Unfortunately they were stolen some years ago. I am not sure if they have now been replaced; I think there was problem in obtaining replacements in this day and age. On the way up we would call in the first little cottage on the left, where the owner ran a small shop from the front room, and buy sweets. I was sharing these memories with a gentleman recently who said that was his grandmother's shop! It is a small world!
3 Skulls
To reply to Sandra, the 3 skulls have now been replaced behind a safer glass case. I live in Goldthorpe but my husband's family share some links with Hickleton from the family branch of his mother's side. His grandmother had some relations from Hickleton, I think the family name was Ball. My mother-in-law too in her 20s delivered some products to the Hickleton Hall, residence of Lord Halifax then, on a bicycle, as her parents had a general grocery shop on Doncaster Road, Goldthorpe (Walton). She told us that Lord Halifax was fair but strict and even during hot summers you couldn't present yourselves dressed in shorts at the Hall. I remember Sue Ryder's annual village fete as a lively, crammed packed with activity and fun occasion. We had the RAF helping out, we had a famous celebrity coming to open the ceremony, I shook hands with Jean Rogers (Dolly) and Matt Payne (who played her husband) from the 'Emmerdale' cast on two different occasions. We could have scones and... Read more
Sinking Feeling
My grandad used to work at South Kirkby pit for many years, so growing up I was forever hearing stories of his days down the mine. Being a very inquisitive child I would spend hours exploring, even though my grandad used to tell me how dangerous it could be round the colliery. He used to also live on the Northfield estate, which was also known as Little Wigan. I am told this is because of the miners that moved from that area. I was staying at my grandad's this one day waiting for my tea. I'd been in all day as it was raining heavy, so when the rain stopped I couldn't wait to get out. My grandad said 'don't be long' and I was on my way. I walked over towards the pit to see how I could amuse myself for an hour before tea. I didn't notice at first but I'd ended walking straight into a slurry pond. For people that don't know what this is, it is... Read more
