Jackson Bridge maps
Historic maps of Jackson Bridge and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Jackson Bridge maps
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Memories of Jackson Bridge
West Yorkshire memories
I lived in Hepworth for 26 years, it broke my heart to move away, there are so many memories there for me; first the church I was christened in 1970, confirmed there in 1986 and was in the choir for many years, me and my best friend Lucy Stoker. My grandma is buried there and many friends. I go and visit as often as possible, I love that church. Now for my school memories I absolutely adored going to that school, there were only 4 teachers there then, it was such a happy time. Hepworth Feast was always special, that was the only time in the whole year we had strawberries and cream (what a treat). I always loved the races at night in the rec, in our last year at school we won the cup for the relay. Miss Wood was our head teacher then, she was so proud, she was a lovley woman. I used to live in Uppergate, it was like a yard with around 10 houses... Read more
KILNER FAMILY IN HEPWORTH
Hepworth was my home for 50 years, I was born there and my family have been there for eight generations. We were so priveliged to live in such a beautiful country area where we played in the woods and fields. Everyone knew their neighbour and community spirit was very important. I went to Hepworth School from the age of four years and remember the Headmaster was Mr Frankling who was replaced eventually by Mr Goddard. My best friend was Diana Westmacott the vicar's daughter. Our home was the bungalow my father built at the top of Deanbridge, it was called Dene Crest and my grandfather's house was Northdean. I can remember the concerts and dances we went to with our parents, they were held in the Sunday school (now called the village hall). I have visited many times since I left and although the village remains much the same as ever, it has changed completely with very few of the original families still living there. There... Read more
Afternoon Drive to Visit The Mast And Enjoy The View.
Not too sure of the year; visiting my grandad and granny Haywood who lived up South Lane. As a child it was an adventure to go out in grandad's Morris Minor, it had a nodding dog in the back window. My grandparents had invited some neighbours to come out with us, a Mr and Mrs Charlesworth. I remember us taking a flask of tea, some cake, deck chairs and a car blanket - I wondered where we were going. All in the car ready for the off...ten minutes later we arrived at the Holme Moss television mast, sat on the car blanket eating a slice of cake - home made mmmmmm.. I do remember feeling a bit bored but that's what was classed as a day out, enjoying the view. Would kids do that now?
Tramping Over Holmfirth Moss to The Youth Hostel
I remember a winter walk in early winter 1966 with a group of friends from Manchester YMCA. We took the bus out to the Pennines and went for a wet, misty and boggy walk over the top towards the Holmfirth Youth Hostel. Our feet kept sinking into calf deep squelchy mud and it was tough slow going!
The TV mast appeared out of the mist and helped us to get our bearings! We were so glad to reach the warmth of the YHA where we cooked ourselves supper in the self-caterers' kitchen!
Back in those days the YHA wardens would stamp your membership card to show you had visited their hostel and it was quite fun accumulating a collection of colourful and artistic stamps!
Holmfirth Memorial Hospital
I was born at this hospital, October 1966, I always thought it was a lovely building. I had to return here about twelve years later to have a tetanus injection after being bitten by a dog. I had a paper round on Dunford Road; I was cutting through the Underbank Club and their alsation dog took a fancy to me, but the most suprising was when I got to the hospitl the nurse annonced that I was one of their babies. At the time I just wanted to leave as soon as possible, but I'm really proud that I was born at Holmfirth Memorial Hospital. I know it's no longer a hospital, I believe it's an old persons rest home - it's a beautiful building with wonderful grounds. I don't live in Holmfirth anymore and have not done for a while now, but I do visit family.