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Memories of Mardale
The Lindens, Rosgill
I was born in the large house halfway down the hill of the little hamlet of Rosgill, the house is called the Lindens. My childhood was wonderful. I rate my self a very lucky person indeed to have started my life in the lovely Eden valley. My father helped to build Haweswater dam in the late 1930s and met my mother, who was a farmer's daughter, in Rosgill, the family name was Martin. The people I can remember in the village are 2 dear old women, Polly Bellas and Lettie Bellas, who used to bake cakes and take them to Shap in an old 2-wheeled cart to sell, this was the only income they had. My grandmother had 12 brothers and sisters, to remember their names the father made a poem: there was Frank, Fred, Willie, Stead, Ethel, Chris, and John, Isach, Harry, Annie, Maggie, Elizabeth, Kate and Tom. I can remember Harry Noble, we collected rose hips and got threepence a pound for them when we took them to his house. I also... Read more
The Bellas Sisters
Before emigrating to Australia in 1927, my uncle Michael Samuelson (1898-1975) lived for about a year in Rosgill and made a living taking farmers' eggs to market. On leaving England, he was given a photo of the Bellas sisters standing in the steep lane that runs down through the village towards Bampton. Behind them, on the left, stood Rose Cottage, where he lived at the time. When I first visited Rosgill in the late 1980s I saw the same smoke rising from the same cottage chimney as in that old sepia photo. Mrs Florence Gowling, the then owner of Rosgill Head Farm, took me to Penrith to see an elderly gentleman who had dwelt in Rosgill in the 1920s. I showed him a 60-year-old photo of my uncle, he said: "It's the egg man. I'd know him anywhere." My uncle was staying in Rosgill because of his love of the fells. He then lived in Australia for 25 years before settling in Vancouver, Canada. By sheer coincidence, on a... Read more
It would have been 1965-66 and we, that is Rosemary and Barbara and myself, would walk along the road to Knipe from the cemetery in spring, hoping to find the first show of primroses on the side of the road. So many memories that are good from then. Stealing apples with Lee and his brothers, bike rides, playing on the Green, rafts on the river, under the bridge, hot melting tar on the road, swimming, climbing Knipe Scar, pop and crisps from the Crown a Mitre, Mr Ainsley and his pipe at school, walking to school on the wall from Bampton Grange when it flooded- the list is endless...
Memories of 'Beckside'
On a recent visit to Martindale - beautiful as it is - I was saddened to find out that the 'Beckside' I remembered had changed. In the 1970s we would stay there during the summer holidays - it accommodated 10/11 people at that time and was a wonderful 'base' for those who enjoyed walking and exploring the Lake District. We would 'shop' in Penrith, and once our larder and 'fridge was stocked - we would settle in for our two week stay. The children loved the house and the 'beck' running beside it into Lake Ullswater - they would play on the lake shore or scrambling up the fellside behind the farmhouse - the fact we did not have a television was a blessing, as in the evenings family games were played, and when the evenings were rather cool we would light the log fire in the large grate and the snacks were brought out and the adults enjoyed their glasses of fruit wine. Oh happy days!
We moved in to the lodge at the main gate of the castle on 6th June 1953 till March 1965. Spent many happy hours playing in the castle gardens and summer houses and also in the castle itself, it was partly furnished then and I used to go up main staircase and onto the roof, great view across the parks and to Penrith, also down in the cellers where there was lots of stuffed animals and ex-army radios and ariels which we made into fishing rods. The lodge had large doors when we first moved in so people used to try to get in, some even tried their own keys, later they removed the doors and made another room. When they started to dismantle the castle the boss and his wife lived in a caravan next to the lodge, his name was Bob Garvy, rest of the men lived in the flats in the castle. I remember helping on the day they sold all the timber and furniture ... Happy... Read more
I came to Soulby for a holiday when I was 8 with my mother and sister. We stayed in a caravan the other side of this shallow river - by the local shop.
The caravan was owned by a local farmer who was either a family friend or distant relative.
A highlight of the holiday was visiting the farm and helping get the cows in for milking. We loved playing in the shallow river and enjoyed the novelty of the caravan - I remember my mother hired a radio for the week for entertainment!
We went to Appleby one day and my sister bought a silver ring in a second hand shop.
I wonder if its changed?
Many Happy Holidays
My granparents and uncle live in soulby, I have many happy memories of spending my school holidays at Row End farm helping with hay time, milking and feeding the cows. I still love visiting soulby going to the stepping stones and a wander round the village