Howgill, Cumbria

New Shambles - Michael Goodwin''s shop

The boy in the hat is my grandfather, and the girl is his sister. The shop that they are standing outside belonged to their grandfather, a well travelled gentleman born in 1832. The view is remarkably unchanged in 2008!

Dr Manning's Yard.

My grandma used to live in the Cottage above the head of the Boy leaning on the wall. We use to love visiting and playing in the Yard. Great memories.

Greenside

I used to live in the house to the right of this photo [not shown] in the 1960s. It was a big river to a 9yr old and the fun my sisters and I used to have was in my mind a lot better than p/stations. It was a super village and I hope it still is. Best regards - Bill.... [more]

Brown Horse Inn 1920 to 1995

I am writing to add my memories to those posted by my sister Sheila McCormack.  My name is Norma (McCormack ) Gibson.  Our grandparents ran this hotel in the 1920s.
Their names were Margaret and Cecil Stronnel. They had a daughter Irene Margaret Stronnel. My mother told me about their Manx cats that had no tails.  Sha also told me that... [more]

My grandmother owned The Brown Horse Inn until 1922

My grandparents Mr. & Mrs. Cecil Carl Stronnel owned the Brown Horse Inn until 1922 when my grandmother and my mother emigrated to Canada.  My grandmother had  divorced prior to their departure.  The present photo is very
similar to the one that hung on the wall of my grandmother's home, I believe the one she had had a horse in the... [more]

Wedding in Windermere

In 1964/5 I drove from London with 4 young ladies to attend the wedding of our friend Pamela Blackwell, braving a full on snow storm in an old wreck whose windscreen wipers did not work except with the use of a delicately placed piece of string. We only managed half the distance on the first day and 'slept' in the car... [more]

The Low Wood Hotel

We were only here briefly. Just a few early spring and summer months. My parents were managing this hotel for the season. One fine day, when there was a pause in the arrivals & departures of coach buses filled with tourists, my father took me across the road. There on the banks of Lake Windermere was a rowing... [more]