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Leyland maps
Historic maps of Leyland and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Leyland maps
Leyland photos
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Farington| Euxton| Lostock Hall| Bamber Bridge| Penwortham| Walton-Le-Dale| Croston| Chorley| Longton| Hoghton| Preston| Tarleton| Withnell| Lea| Bispham| Heath Charnock| Rufford| Adlington| Rivington
Leyland area books
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Memories of Leyland
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Lancashire memories
Mill St Gap.
Can anyone help my daughter who currently lives in Mill St. Farington and has always wondered why there is a gap in the terraced houses in this road. Rumour is that there was an explosion ...gas?... sometime in the last 75 years. We know there was a weaving mill at Railway End, and have read that Farington Hotel had a path through to the mill in Victorian days. Love to know more please. Was the gap made to build the bungalows?
Winstanley Family History
Grand parents, aunts, uncles with Winstanley surname buried at St John's.
Staying at Tootle Terrace with relatives.
Recent visit July 2010 met with octogenarians and older ones who have lived in this area all their lives.
A photograph of my dad and some friends in a club house of some kind. Has been identified as Whittle Cricket club about 1930/35 when no catholics were allowed to join.
This catholic non-catholic divide is still vivid in those of vintage years.
Would like more information about Whittle-le-woods and the Cricket Club from its inception.
If this communication is successful I have many photographs and records of my interviews.
Rodgett/Bashall
I'm only a soft southener, but my several times great-grandparents were from 'up north' in cotton, my great-grandmother married a vicar in Dorchester, in the 1890s, had 8 kids. Can anybody tell me anything about the Rodgetts or Bashalls? Thanks
Childhood Holidays
I have happy memories of visiting Croston in the late 1940s-early 1950s. My aunt and uncle, Margaret and Bob Chisholme, lived in part of the Rectory for a few years before moving to a large, rambling house in Station Road next to Walmsleys Corn Mill which was then a working mill. The Rectory was very cold I remember and the rooms were large. There was a water feature in the garden. There was woodland nearby where we went for walks. I remember walking up and down the village street to do shopping. The butcher was a friend of the family, I think he was called Norrie Whittle. At Station Road again the house was old with lots of rooms. There was a garden at the back where my uncle had a kennel for the spaniels he bred. I remember walking a lot in the area, both in the village and across the fields to Bretherton. Am I right in remembering a place called Spibeys Corner? We walked there too. I... Read more
My Family
I remember going to Croston when I was very young, just having a walk round the lovely village and visiting the church. It was only a couple of years ago when I started to compile my family tree that I found out my Nanna's family on my dad's side were from Croston. In the mid 19th century my ancestors the Daltons were the blacksmiths of the village, I have since been back to take pictures of where they all lived and found their graves in the churchyard. It was nice to go and put flowers on the graves of my ancestors, when I'm there I always wonder what it was like living in those times.
Front Page News
My nannie was born in Higher Walton, Catherine Hawker. When she was 6 or 7 she was in the paper for stealing a shawl and pawning it to feed her brother as her father had to go to sea. I want to find out if there is any chance we can get that paper, can anyone help?
Pheasant Beating
I spent many a Saturday, walking the woods of the tower, beating sticks and making noise.
After a good 8 hours trudging up and down slopes and in the mud, they feed us a bowl of bad stew and beer. There was always a joke about who got the only piece of meat. I was the lucky recipient once, had to eat it quick tho.
I remember all the shooters in the next room having a meal and trying to catch a glimpse of the glamourous life, thru a crack in the door.
Not an old memory yet, but it will be eventually.
