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North Yorkshire memories
Salmon Fishing
Does anyone remember the catching of a 26lb salmon by les walker in the rock dub
one sunday morning.Taking from 9 30 until 12 30 to get out in the waddle hole .
RIVER EHEN. THORNHILL CUMBRIA .
THE BOMB
WHO KNOWS ANYTHING ABOUT A BOMB DROPPED FROM AN UNKNOWN
AIRCRAFT AND WAS FOUND BURIED IN A HEDGE ADJACENT TO THE -PARK HEAD PUB----.IF IT HAD EXPLODED __NO PUB__.
Growing up in Burton
Growing up in burton was fantastic, all the children of the village would play together and spend their days wandering freely, only going home to eat. Just the way it should be. The local vicar at the time was the Reverend Charles Trevor who had a large family, Susan, Chris, Clare, Andrew who was my age, Catherine and Peter. I have very fond memories of us all playing together in the vicarage, which is now the old vicarage, and staying for tea there. Mrs Trevor put on a great spread on the big kitchen table with a variety of home baked pies and cakes, they were a lovely family and Rev Trev, as we called him, ran the youth club, choir practice, bell ringing and took the village children on camping trips to Kettlewell and other trips too. He directed many productions in which I was lucky enough to take part. He was an absolute saint I think and was a great friend to... Read more
The Good Things About Burton
Burton is a really peaceful place. It's covered in hills and forests and has a really good community. It has a church, a shop, a community centre and a school. I lived in number 8 Low Street for about 8 years and loved every day. In the winter it was beautiful with the fields white with snow, and the walk through the park is really nice. It is ten minutes away from Kirkby Lonsdale and about 45 away from Lancaster. It is a beautiful village, peaceful and lively and I recommend it to everyone.
Marc.
Burton School
I went to Burton school from 1951 till 1954 and enjoyed evry minute of it, the head master was called Mr Watson I remember.
Looking For Family Who Used to Live in Burton
My gt gt granmother Ann Brennan wife of Thomas (buried in the churchyard) and her daughter Margaret (nee Lodge) Fletcher, wife of John, on the 1871 census they lived next door to each other in 26 and 27 just says Burton. In 1861 Ann and Thomas Brennan are living at 23 High Street, Burton and he is an Innkeeper so I assume this was a Pub (now flats I think). In 1881 Margaret and John are living in 69 Duke Street, Burton and have a son William (who has a plaque in the churchyard, I think he married a Skeats girl) and a daughter Anne, they also have two other children, James and Thomas, they appear to work for the local pottery. Please can anyone help, do you know or are you a descendant of any of these people? Also I believe a gt aunt of mine, Alice Burke (nee Lodge), who married a Harry Sskeats lived at Hill House, which I think is next to the church, does anybody... Read more
Nostalgia
I lived in Burton from 1948 until 1966. I have such fond memories of the village as it was then. There were a group of lads that I was part of viz. Brian Bradshaw, Stewart Salrein, Roger Taylor, Anthony Blundell and we were then the scourge of the village (as much as you were allowed to be a scourge). The local Policeman was PC Coulton-Tordoff who was very low profile. The village was totally unspoilt and I remember spending many happy hours at "The Cart Track", "Topping Hall" or in the woods down at "The Black Hole". My grandparents Tom and Hannah Willan lived next to the village shop and my aunty Jenny Mattinson was the village gossip. I still pass through the village on my way to Ingleton to visit my mother and brother Andrew but it just doesn't feel the same. It has grown alarmingly in size and there are no visible old friendly faces. Progress eh?
