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Historic maps of Mapplewell and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Mapplewell maps
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Miss You
Never been to Mapplewell or Barnsley or Wombwell. Could have lived there though, if I'd been brave enough. My memory is about a man. At that time he lived in Mapplewell, later he moved to Wombwell, Windmill Road. I was 17 he was 30. We tried for about two years, but in these two years I was fighting against my mother's will. She did not approve with my choice for this man. I had to break up and that was against my feelings. And although I am married now and I have a very happy life, with a wonderful husband and 3 great kids, I still wish that I had made another choice then. Just to find out how life would have been with him. I'm sorry Keith for the pain I caused. Hope you have a good life too! Hope someone remembers this story and find the person who changed my life for ever. Love A
South Yorkshire memories
Old Times
I was born in Station Rd, went to school there, went to Empire picture house Sat mat.
Birth
This is not actually a memory, I was born at 26 BARUGH LANE, BARUGH, DARTON in 1942. I only have one vague memory, that is of a flat face bus. We moved to Wales about 1946, I have written to the above address but the letter was returned 'no such address', although seeing a map of Barugh Lane the street does exist. My name is Sanders, my parents were friendly with a family called Woodhall, if anybody can throw any light on any of my queries I would very grateful.
Graham
The Wrong Guy
There at the time when Cawthorne was a tour operator and whether it was coincidence or not the tour operator was called Harry Cawthorne coach tours. I do believe that they were an established firm; it could well be that the village was named after the Cawthorne family. My mother who was called Ivy Mitchell was to organise a trip to Blackpool to see the Blackpool illuminations. The thing about it was that we lived in Royston in South Yorkshire, and we were to travel to Cawthorne to start our journey. When we got there some forty-seven of us found that the coach that we were to travel in was an old Guy's petrol engine coach, and even back in 1952 it was considered as a museum piece. Being an inquisitive young lad, I asked Harry why the Guy coach was being used and not one of the modern buses of which he had in the bus depot: apparently those coaches were in need of repair and that it was... Read more
Memories of Wombwell.1950/60
At 66 years of age I still keep in touch with most of my friends that belonged to the coal mine community. Living on Wombwell Main Pit Row we were a large family of nine. Our mother did her best to keep us clean and well fed. She was a wonderful mother, friend and neighbour. Mum never turned anybody away. My twin sister and I attended Hough Lane Methodist (Tin chapel). The Sunday school anniversaries were something special. It was here my sister and I sang our first duet. Miss Florence, Miss Hannagan and Enid we remember to this day. We attended the church up until our teens. We started Kings Road Junior and Infants at an early age like everybody else. Our first day at school was a nightmare for some. Jane and I decided at play time we did not like school so walked home. Our mothers face went ashen when she saw us. Shortly after that the... Read more
Happy Days
I was born in Gawber, Bakehouse Lane. We had a great childhood there but we can't turn the clock back, can we.
The Tiger
My dad once made me what us Royston lads would call a Cadjie! It was a go-cart made from bits of waste wood and two sets of wheels from off an old pram or pushchair. One would control it by its front wheels which were attached to an articulated axle, it was also steered by the feet. Dad had taken five hours to make it up and was quite sturdy to say the least. Most Cadjies were made from big pram wheels but the one which I had had small wheels about five inch. Anyway I was to pull up my Go-cart some 150 yards up a steep hill which was called Lundhill where I sat down and had the ride of my life, it was at least 45 degrees steep with a causeway of which I came down at breakneck speed only I hit a piece of coke with the front wheel which had dropped from off a coke lorry. I lost my steering for about two seconds, and... Read more
