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Hawksclough maps
Historic maps of Hawksclough and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Hawksclough maps
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Hawksclough area books
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The Railway Runs by Their Doorstep
41 years of their 50 years of married life, Mr & Mrs Joshua Turner of 1 Station Cottages, Hebden Bridge had more than 200 trains a day passing by their doorstep, the trains never caused them any trouble. Their home was just below the platform of Hebden Bridge Station. Mr & Mrs Turner were natives of Halifax. They had 13 children. Two of their daughters served in the Womens Land Army.
Wadsworth Joyce
I was born derrick wadswoth, but never knew my mother.Iwas adopted by Cyril&Dorothy wright,ifound out this from my mate.Ihave recently found my birth family,and found I have 1brother 1 sister 1 half brother and 3 half sisters.
Ancestry From Luddendenfoot
I am trying to find out about my family who came from L/Foot, The person it all starts with is called John Henry Musgrove wife Amy and daughters May & Dora, John moved from Nottingham, John who was my grandfather worked on the railway as a guard in the 1900s, They lived in Vale street where he joined the sherwood foresters in WW1. I think they where married in Sowerby St Peter. I would be very greatful for any information. I will try to put a photo of these people.
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I Lived Here
This was the first home I ever knew and remains, to this day, the one I hold as the true definition of 'home'. Waterloo House was where I was brought as a newborn in June 1974, and where I lived so happily until 1980 when we were, sadly, forced to sell up and leave. I have countless memories, from toboganning down the fields in the deepest snow ever (which sometimes blocked the doors and entirely covered the downstairs windows - my dad having to climb out of the upstaris to dig us free) to standing in the sunshine waiting for my daddy to return from work over the crest of the hill along the road.
I believe the house to have been haunted, quite extensively. Certainly not one of my family can report that nothing unusual happened to them while they lived there. But then thats personal opinion. What do you believe?
And also worthy of note - the view from behind the house is surely one of... Read more
Sowerby The Place I Was Born
This picture evokes happy memories of the village where I was born and lived for the first twenty two years of my life. I have visited it often over the past forty years whenever I was in Yorkshire, and I still find it a lovely place to be. Maybe it has become just a little too pristine, and unfortunately not improved by the many cars which line its avenue.
Place Where I Was Born
I know this part of Sowerby so well as I was born in one of the cottages in the centre left of the photo. Grandma lived in the end house and my parents in the middle one. On recent visits the place has altered somewhat and is spoilt by too many cars parked around the greens, but such is progress.
Triangle in The 50s
My name is Monica Sekulka, I lived at Oaken Royd, Triangle, on the Norland side of the valley. Our house was one of 8, back to back - which the local council decided to demolish in their haste for modernity sometime in the 70s. We moved to Dodge Royd Farm, just a couple of hundred yards from Oaken Royd in the 60s. I remember walking to Triangle primary school over the old bridge by Rough Hey Woods and I have a memory very early in the 50s of steam trains passing through - all I could see was the smoke from the engines - a ghostly mist through the trees. There used to be a railroad station at Triangle, which once the railway ceased became the local boyscouts meeting place - it was finally destroyed by arson - pity. I remember the old co-op, that's where we did our shopping, I even remember the police station - with its blue light. I remember the... Read more
