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Low Dolphinholme| Dolphinholme| Scorton| Galgate| Quernmore| Trough Of Bowland| Cockerham| Garstang| Lancaster| Churchtown| Chipping
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Cowell Family, Scorton, Lancashire
Hello I have relatives who lived in Scorton, from c1895 upto at least 1927. Moses Cowell had a barn their and a family. They lived at Scorton Hall. Moses had a brother called Aaron Cowell, and he lived at Foxhouses Farm, Foxhouses Lane (off long lane) Scorton. I wonder if anyone can remember anything of the Cowell family Thanks, John Melling
Scorton Village
Mine isn't so much a memory, but I've been delving into my Family History, and found that my G.G. Grandfather, William Dickinson, lived at 5, Scorton Village. He worked in the cotton mill as an overlooker. Please does anybody have any info on whether this property is still there? Also any info on the mill?
My Mum's Memories of Galgate
My mother's name was Alice Margaret Ellen Davis who was born 6 January 1915. Her mother died when my mum was just three years old on Christmas Day 1918. She was buried in the churchyard in Galgate. Her father went to work in Preston and her older brother was sent to work on a farm, while my mother was brought up by a couple who lived in the village of Galgate in a lovely cottage called "Woodbine Cottage". Their names were Josh and Mary (I don't know their suranames) but they were brother and sister. They wanted to adopt my mother but her father wouldn't allow it. She told me she was so very happy living in the village, the lovely long garden full of tomatoes and flowers and all the railway embankments full of primroses and daisies. The next move in her life was an unhappy one as her father re-married and the lady he married already had a child. She was... Read more
Evacuees, 1941
I was evacuated to Barnacre, in 1941, in a little house called Mons Villa, close to Shaws Farm, and my foster carers were Ruth and Chris Townson, I was there for a year. I went to Calder Vale primary school during that year, along with my younger brother, I was then 7 yeas old and he was 5 years old. Every Sunday we went to the Methodist chapel in Calder Vale. I remember the Corless family, Sylvia, Bill and Marie, also Andrew Wrathall and Doris whose surname I have forgotten. I also remember Alice Shaw. The name of the headmaster in 1941 was Mr Tattersall. During our lunch hours some of the older children used to stand me on a table and ask me to sing "The Isle of Capri" for them! We used to walk through the fields from our house to school and home again at the end of the day. I remember the village pond and the walk through the woods, uphill,to school. I would... Read more
Draining The Lands
I took my father back here in the 1980s as he said he use to work on the fields around this area draining the lands. He is in his eighties now and recently we went through some of his old photos and came across Quernmore. I have old sepia photo' he had taken of this area and of the small church to the left of this picture halfway down the road on the right hand side. This was his job in 1948 to dig and drain the land around this particular location. They lived in temporary huts just a little further up from the cross roads on this picture.
1958-1964
My name is Steve Whitfield, we lived in Whitecroft (on the Crossroads) and that is where I grew up. Went most of my time to boarding school with my two brothers, dating back to the 1960s. My father was employed as Chief Accountant for Jas. Williamson in Lancaster (remember them?) and I have so many wonderful memories as a child, cycling down to Condor Bottom, or catching moles with dear old Mr Fox. John Cousins exercised his racehorses on the roads up to Clougha, past Bolland's farm, and that's where I learnt to ride. As a boy, in my school holidays, trips to Manchester and Haydock in the horsebox were dreams come true, the locals in Bowerham used to applaud us when we left the yard fully laden with our equine superstars! Unbelievable now in this day and age.
I now train racehorses in Germany, but still have wonderful memories of my youth, the rain, the sheep, the Border Collies (Ken, he was brilliant), the abundant blackberries, Bees Bros,... Read more
Splashing Through The Ford
We moved from Preston to Garstang in 1960. My sister and I aged 12 and 13, used to cycle all the lanes around Garstang, the Fylde, the Trough of Bowland etc. Once, when we cycled through this ford, my sister who was ahead whizzed through with feet up near the handlebars, creating a bow wave like a curtain of water. I followed more sedately grinning sheepishly at the couple sat on the wall you can see at the side of the ford. They were having a picnick and looking startled and damp. Around the corner my sister had turned around to go back for another go. She hadn't seen the picnickers. I shouted turn around and pedal for your life. We zoomed up the road forking right onto the track through Nicky Nook.
The ford is now piped and Throstle Nest Farm in the background is now a group of rather expensive houses.
