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Historic maps of Morton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Morton maps
Morton photos
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Stretton| Alfreton| South Normanton| Hardwick Hall| South Wingfield| Swanwick| Ashover| Pentrich| Riddings| Sutton-In-Ashfield| Crich| Matlock Moor| Holloway| Whatstandwell| Ambergate| Alderwasley
Morton area books
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Wycliffe Congregational Church
My Grandfather, the Reverend Thomas Arthur Bairstow was the minister of this Church from 1924-30. This year (2007) we visited Alfreton for the first time. It was heartening to find that the church is still being used as such. New Life Church (NLC)now use the building and, although it was a weekday, we were able, courtesey of the Pastor, to enter the building and take some photographs. There are still several plaques remaining commemorating past members and events. The interior remains almost unaltered apart from the removal of the pews in favour of more versatile seating. The organ, although no longer in use, remains in situ.
Swans Row
I was born on Swans Row, also known as Berryford Place. I would love to go back there, I know the M1 runs through it now but the back roads are still there. I need to know how to get there now, I now live in Manchester, hope someone can help me find my birth place.
King Street
Between 1959 - 1977 I lived on King Street. My mother fondly described our house as the one behind the iron railings. We sold plants and tomatoes from the good sized garden which backed onto Painters farm. One side was the Undertakers/woodyard and the other The Railway Public House. Opposite was Taylors Corn Store and above that Speeds Car Show Room. I played with children from Devonshire Terrace in Alfreton Park. I remember the Church Methodists parades and Prince Philip opening the baths when we sat and lined King Street. Also the annual floats in Alfreton Park.
I would be pleased to correspond with anyone who has these memories.
Lynn Stokes (nee Moore)
King Street Alfreton
I have recently been researching Buxton family history, having very little knowledge of my grandad. I have discovered that his grandparents kept the former Devonshire Arms on King Street for nearly 30 years. At one time my grandad was living there with his grandparents, father, younger brothers and 13 lodgers. At that time it was 102 King Street. The Devonshire Arms now standing is 130. I would like to research the history of King Street in 1901 as not only have buildings been demolished, but the whole numbering system has changed. I have also found that several of my ancestors were shopkeepers. Also, that almost everyone had lodgers, even in 2 up 2 downs. People also travelled far from their home town in search of work.
I would appreciate any help in this task.
Re the cottage that Lynn Moore lived in - you had moved on to Nuttall Street before 1977. I used to pal on with your sister and visit Nuttall Street when we attended Mortimer Wilson school.... Read more
Cherished Memories
I can remember taking part in the Easter Parades, hundreds of children would walk or ride on the beautifully decorated floats, we would walks round Tupton on Ankerbold Road, Station Road on towards the Royal Oak up Ashover Road and end up at someone's house were we would all have a drink of pop and a bun. I was born and bred in Old Tupton and lived up Martins Lane I can remember helping Mr Wright from Wrights Farm on Martins Lane deliver milk to the houses.
I am The Boy on The Bike!
I am the lad on the bike in this photo. I remember the photographer standing in the road with a camera on a tripod. I know for def it was a Saturday morning because it was my job to fetch the bread from Stoppards the butchers/bakers every Saturday morning.
Stoppards Butchers
I remember pigs squealing as they arrived for slaughter. We lived on the street below.
