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My English GGG Grandmother
Alice Skelton (3 August 1817 -13 January 1872) born in Snainton, Yorkshire christened at Brompton By Sawdon, York, England. Visited her GGG Grandfather's castle. I would like to join the Skelton family association prior to my visit to the Castle.
Pittley Hill
I can remember the late 50s, early 60s, coaches from Scarborough used to stop here, the titles says why, it still brings back my childhood memories when I drive past.
Summer of 1965
I have happy memories of a summer spent with my Nannie and Grandad Gibbs. I remember walking down this street, passing 'Auntie Martha's' to the post office every day with Grandad. He used to buy me chocolate cigarettes every day. I would 'smoke' these on my walk down the lane to the woods with him. I also remember the milk churns that would be at the end of the lane. My daughter still has the little brown bear ornament that Nannie bought me from the post office.
Grandad had an allotment at the front of their cottage. I loved picking the fresh peas and popping them from their pods. Another memory is the weekly bath in the tin bath in front of the fire. Nannie took us for picnics to Freeborough Hill just up the road.
Sad memories of the weekly trip to Sunday School at the Methodist Chapel I think. Some of the local children would lay in wait and bully me. I would take refuge at Auntie Martha's.
All Saints Church, Easington
My family lived in East Loftus - our family name was Morris. My Dad was in the choir at All Saints Church, Easington and my brother David and I attended Sunday school there every Sunday. Our parents joined us later and we all attended Eucharist together.
My Aunty (Mrs Taylor) was organist at the church and my Uncle Jim (Mr Taylor) was Choirmaster. Aunty and Uncle used to run Old Time Dances in the surrounding area - Aunty played the piano and Uncle was Master of Ceremonies - these took place in Easington, Lingdale, Moorsholm, Boosebeck and other villages nearby.
East Loftus Childhood
I was born and brought up in East Loftus. My family name was Morris. We lived in Tees Street, East Loftus. We attended All Saints Church, Easington where my Aunty was organist and my Uncle was Choirmaster. My Dad was also in the choir.
My brother and I went to Loftus County Modern School (later Rosecroft School).
David and I used to play in the street outside our house - we played Rounders, marbles, checks, whip and top, skipping and hula hoop. We had a playing field just near our house with swings and a roundabout.
Mother did her shopping in Loftus - mostly at the Co-op. I remember going upstairs in the Co-op with her, to collect her 'divvi' (dividend).
I also remember going with Mother to the library. We had to be very quiet in there - the librarian had a long ladder to reach the books on the highest shelves.... Read more
The Market Place
When I was at school I did the history of Loftus. The market place was used for the market stalls, I think that it should be like that again.
Bring back the meaning of Loftus market place - if anyone agrees let people know.
Even if the shops that we have bring their products out to the stalls we might get more people coming and put Loftus back on the map and not just known as a trouble town.
Springhead Terrace
I was born at number 11, and was told I did not open my eyes, so Mrs Tyreman baptized me. She had changed from Methodist to Catholic when she married her husband who was a tailor. When the priest came the next morning and blessed me I opened my eyes. I was given a spoonful of brandy to keep me alive, and was told I was talking by the age of two. I had two bouts of Double Pneumonia before the age of six, but was an altar boy at the age of seven at Saint Joseph and Saint Cuthbert Catholic church up highside. I remember going downhill on bogeys and sledges, and Mr Haxby, the Blacksmith at the end of the street, who put metal runners on our sledge. During the War, we would queue for food, and managed to get eggs from the local farm. My brother and I once carried a block of salt from the Cooperative store, and were asked if we were going to kill... Read more
