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My Grandparents
My grandparents come from Elsecar and Wentworth, in Mill Lane, you may have seen the Roundhouse,Can`t miss it really just up from Pondside. When my real grandad died my grandmother remarried a man named Stanley Horn from Harley. Now from the age of 13 he used to walk from Harley through Mill Lane.along Pondside as they called it and go to work in Elsecar Pit. he did this until he got married in 1947 and then only had half of the journey to make. He did this until he retired at the age of 65 having done 52 years there. When I stayed there as a child I would meet him or go with him to get his wages. We used to go into the corner shop and then he would go into the pub opposite, not sure but I think one of them was called Thickets. All this was unknown to my grandmother of course. The names in my family were Wilkinson, Dean. my uncle Laurence (Lorry )... Read more
Family
This is not really a memory but since putting my memories on here one of my great uncle Lorry`s daughters Sheila went to Canada just after the war 1946 . Well guess what !her eldest daughter has got in touch with me. She has always been a name that my mother used to talk about. I always used to think about her as we were the same age . Now we are in contact by email. Brilliant my email is Suecclassic@aol.com if any other relatives come to light .
best wishes to you all Sue
Yorkshire Family Tree
My great-grandad came from Tankersley, Lowder Lee Backhouse, born 1856, he was model maker (E & M). I don't know what sort of models he made. He was married to a Mary Coperly who came from Wortly, Yorks.
Grandad
My Grandfather was a stable lad and then coachman for Earl Fitzwilliam. My memories are of stories told to me by my later Mother, and of a wonderful photo of Grandad in full livery with silver topper and wonderful leather riding boots. So whenever I see Wentworth Woodhouse and the stables, I think of what it must have been like in his day. It is such a shame that it is closed, and what a pity the grounds still have the remains of the College with dreadful concrete buildings falling into disrepair.
Home Wentworth, School Wath
To get to school I had to get a bus from Wentworth to Parkgates, then one to Swinton and then another to Wath. Coming originally from East Yorkshire, Wath Grammar school opened my eyes to the different towns in the area of South Yorkshire. I am sure that mixing with these people of all walks of life made my life even richer.
Ebenezer Square
Hi, does anybody remember living in the Ebenezer Square? We lived at the top, if you turned left you went under a hallway and we lived in one of the houses. I remember some of the families, Fallis and Fletchers, and we had a relative who had a shop at the side of the Co-op, she was called Goldthorp, when we bought 2 ounces of spice, or sweets as they are called now. If it went over she would cut the sweet in half ,the good old days, 2 blackjacks for a halfpeny, wow we thought we was rich.
Cross Keys Black Bull
Can anyone tell me when the Black Bull and the Cross Keys got pulled down to make way for the Roundabout and junctions of Kendry, Ardsley, Wombwell and Lundwood. It was at the Cross Keys where my wife and I, had our reception, where we'd also spend a few hours within the Black Bull. Just a few yards from there was Wombwell Lane, of which we were living within a guest house. It was whilst living there within the attic, on a Sunday early afternoon, we were somewhat disturbed by a huge whistling sound which sounded like a jet plane going by at low altitude. What followed was maybe four loud supersonic bangs. There was some debris of what sounded like clinking metals hitting, and then sliding down the slate roof. Believing that it was a jet plane that had crashed somewhere at the back of the house, we were quick to get dressed and dash down the stairs, where we saw our landlord somewhat startled by the sound. It... Read more
