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Historic maps of Hayfield and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Hayfield maps
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Hayfield Railway Station
My grandfather, Herbert Fletcher, was one of the signalmen at Hayfield for many years until he was compulsorily retired in the mid 1950's. All his children and grandchildren visited "the box" many times, taking him his dinner. Last visit to Hayfield was about 20 years ago, and was amazed to see the "bypass" cutting the village in two. Good to see that Kate Lows shop was still going under the proprietorship of Eddie Rangely's son.
Hayfield Railway Station
I remember Father Christmas arriving on the steam train at Hayfield station. He then went to the village hall, where lucky children who had the penny or two which it cost, could see him and get a present. I used to wait on the platform with my brother and all the other children.
My brother once told me to come and see the new train at the station which was called a diesel. He was so excited because it didn't have the noise and smell of the steam trains.
In the summer people from Manchester would arrive on the train to go walking around Kinder. We didn't like these intruders!
The station still had gas lamps which the station master would light. There was also a small shed where the driver and guard could rest and top up whatever they had to carry hot drinks. As children we were sometimes allowed to play in there. We did no harm and never damaged... Read more
Derbyshire memories
Happy Days!
I used to live at Spring Villa on the main road in Birch Vale in the 1970s and what fond memories I have from Birch Vale! My three older brothers and I used to walk up behind the house through some farming land and across to the quarry where we would spend many hours exploring the gravel pit pond for pond life, bicycling down the hill, playing in some sort of strange cement pool that was always full of discarded furniture. We also walked up a path/road behind the house and discovered many things along the way, such as another big cement pond, also full of water and furniture where we would occasionally swim. I remember the television tower. One day we came across a hole in the middle of a fenced in pasture and my brothers had me climb down the ladder that extended down this hole...I didn't get very far because it just ended in nothingness! I have always wondered what this place... Read more
Birch Vale
I lived in the detached house as you go up the Oven Hill. My days in Birch Vale were care free and a great place to grow up. We left when I was18 to live in Romiley, nr Stockport. I then thought it was the end of the world to leave my beloved Birch Vale. I will always have great memories, as all my cousins and auntys lived around the area. It was the best childhood anyone could wish for. I miss it very much. Some day I may go back - who knows?
The Early Years!
Hi There
I originally lived in New Mills on the council estate on St George's Rd. I spent many years teaching and designing bridal & cruisewear. I have lived for many summers on Vancouver Island in Canada, and many winters in Colima, Mexico. Would like to hear from anyone who went to St George's Primary School in the 50's,& New Mills Grammar School 1958 - 65.
I hope life has been as good to you as it has to me. Cheers. Carol Y Jakes.
St George's School
Hi, Carol Jakes was soliciting memories from pupils of St George's School in the 50s. I was born in 1940 at Whitle Fold and attended Spring Bank Primary from 1945 to 1947(?) when I shifted to St George's. My memories of those years include sliding on ice slides in the play ground, frozen milk, Mr Neville slapping our legs for not lining up quickly, Mickey Jeffs' basin haircut and "Pingot Lill"'s boy Geoffrey(?) trashing the classroom because it was raining heavily and he wasn't allowed to go home to tend his pet goat!!
Around 1951 I scraped through the 11 plus exam and went to Grammar School (Grammar Grub) and that is another whole story, me being a rebel and heading into my Teddy Boy years.
Anyway, Carol or whoever reads this give me a 'mail and let's chew the fat.
Regards, Alan.
Bold Adventerous Friendly Girl From New Mills.
My memories are that of visiting a certain student teacher from St George's Road. Throwing pebbles up at the ladies' window one evening. Wine and cheese at the pub. Little old man at the roadside bench. The Last of the Summer Wine could well have been made in New Mills.
Eddie Hadley
