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Chinese Take-Away
I stayed in Horsforth (Fink Hill), for 10 days during the summer of 1976. The lasting memory I have of New Road Side is of the king prawn curries that I had from the Dearest Dear Chinese Take-Away. They were some of the best I have ever had.
1976 to 1981
I too remember going to this place from when I was 7 year old in 1976 until 1981 and what I can remember is, my mam told me that my dad sent me here becuase I was total uncontrollable and this was the only way that my dad could see it at the time. I really hated it and I didn't want to be there at first, but as time went on I really loved the place. I have some good and bad memories but overall I miss the place.
Station Cottage
This is my family's ancestral home. My grandmother and her sisters were braught up here from the 1920s. Her father George Sayner worked as a linesman at this station and the family rented the house from the railway company. I have been told many stories of their lives here and I love it whenever I pass this building. It gives me a nice feeling knowing my family once lived there.
Catching The Train to Leeds
I was born in 1960 within a short walk of this photo. The scene is still clearly recognisable, although the wooden station building spanning the bridge and the steps leading down to the station were demolished and replaced (sometime in the early 1970s?)
Mum would walk to the station with my little sister in a big pushchair, my brother and I holding onto the sides of the pram, to catch the train into Leeds. Mum had to push the pram down past the Fox and Hounds pub, over the bridge, down the slope past the house that is now the Pottery (shown in the photo) onto the Harrogate-bound platform. Then came the scary bit! Supervised by the Station Master we all had to cross the railway tracks across a wooden level crossing which ran under the bridge, up a ramp and onto the Leeds-bound platform. There was no direct ramp onto the Leeds platform - just a flight of wooden stairs (at the far side of the bridge in... Read more
In 1973 to 1977
I was 7yrs old when I visited this place with my mum and sister which was (1973) and I was told this was going to be my home for a while because mum was too ill to look after me...it was called Springfield boarding school and although I hated it at first because I got homesick I settled in and I loved it so much. I remember crying loads, some good memories lay there, and I'm trying to find as much information as possible about the place and people I met whilst there.
from Mandy Smith (was Pedersen back then).
West Yorkshire memories
Anticipating A Memory of Kirkstall Abbey
In among my family genealogical records is a note that an ancestor of mine named Richard de Berecrofte gave lands to Kirkstall Abbey in the 12th century. I am SO looking forward to visiting the Abbey next year and taking my own pictures of it!
It is my understanding that my ancestors left the Cliviger area about 1650 for Boston, MA.
I am retiring next year and have lived most of my life in Pennsylvania, USA. My daughter, Mary, is in the Air Force at Lakenheath AFB, and I will be staying with her. I would be happy to answer any questions.
Happy Day!
Cookridge School And Perkins Farm!
I was born in 1946 and spent the first 3 years living in a curved un-insulated "nissen" hut next to the gunsight in Adel. We then moved to 71 Raynel Way in 1949. I attended Cookridge School and used to walk up Farrer Lane, on my own, even in the dead of winter with snowdrifts bigger than myself. We were told never to go on the embankment of the reservoir, 3 of us did one day and were caught and during lunch hour we were given "10" lines as punishment. I was rather thick at this stage of development as a human being and the concept of "lines" was way beyond my comprehension, even though the words were written on the board. With my pencil, paper and ruler I literally drew 10 horizontal lines, one above each other. When it came to hand in the work the teacher (I cannot remember any of them due to trauma) looked at my efforts and slapped me at the back of the legs and accused... Read more
