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North Dalton maps
Historic maps of North Dalton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all North Dalton maps
North Dalton photos
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Warter| Nunburnholme| Hutton| Hutton Cranswick| Londesborough| Burnby| Goodmanham| Driffield
North Dalton area books
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North Humberside memories
Brumby, Wilson The Sweet Shop. 1966 Onwards.
I can remember going to the sweet shop in front of the church and spending my pennies. It always fascinated me that a shop was also someone's home. I can recall the long summers playing out in the long orchard (probably not long at all) which was at the end of Edwins Garth, we would call on The Towse children. I must have been a real tomboy as I can't recall playing with any girls in the village.
I can still recall going to meet and see my dad at "Stivvies" Farmand being sat on the pony there.
We would go to Spring Wells and the monkey run at the top of Londesborough Road as we got older.
My favourite memory was travelling to Beverley on the train to Market Weighton with my Auntie Doris, and coming home again to mum and dad after a weekend away.
I loved to go to watch the Kiplingcoates Derby. "Fezzie" watching with my brothers and dad.
My brother... Read more
Holderness Hunt
Started work here at the Kennels, Old Joe was the head groom, Mr Harold Horbury, huntsman and Earnie, the whip. Young Starky was the terrier boy. I lodged with Mr and Mrs Horbury. Wage £2.10 - board £2.00 per week. Made friends with the Tate family. (nee Jane Jennings)
Postcard
The cyclist in this picture is my father John G Heward. He would have been 35 at the time and we lived in Brook Street.
Boyhood Memories
My memories of Sledmere are those of a small boy growing up in Sledmere between 1947 to 1958 when my parents decided to move from Sledmere. I have exceptionally fond memories of those days. I cannot remember a bad day or a sad day for me they were magical days. Even the seasons had their own special magic in Sledmere with many contrasting feeling, even now as I am typing this I can feel the magic sixty years on. During my life I have lived and worked in many places not only in England but in many parts of the world and I can assure you there is no where on earth that comes close to Sledmere. My only regret is that since leaving all those years ago I have only been back a dozen times. Out here in the barren desert of Saudi Arabia I constantly think about those wonderful days and the wonderful people I knew. It was a truely magical time for me and I promise one... Read more
Flying Man of Pocklington
I remember going to Pocklington, in the effort to find family from our family tree. We went to Bishop Wilton. But, in browsing in Pocklington, we found out about the Flying Man of Pocklington. He said he could fly, and went up to the top of the highest building in the village at the time, which was the church, tied a rope to his leg, just in case, and proceed to fly off the top. He went to the extend of the rope, and slammed into the church wall. He was buried at the bottom of the wall, from where he hit the wall.
That was very amusing, I wonder what kin he still has in Pocklington ... a family skeleton no doubt ...
Wednesday Market Place
Hi, I would just like to add that the old photographs in this collection of Beverley, Market Places, are indeed old photographs of Saturday Market. That is, all except B80045 which is a photograph of Wednesday Market. The Fiveways Cafe in Wednesday Market was named Fiveways as you can arrive at it from five different roads.
The Lock
I was looking through the photes of Beverley, the man in the picture of the Lock, in the flat cap and shirt sleeves must be Mr Block. He used to come round to my house when I was a boy selling mushrooms that he collected on Figham.
