Peak Dale memories
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Loss of A School Chum
I was born in Peak Dale 6.9.40, at which time Peak Dale was very much a limestone quarry village. As it is coming round to Easter it reminds me of the first tragic loss that I vividly remember. While we were in school our teacher asked us to bring some pussy willow for the setting up of our Easter decorations. A boy named Brian Sidall who always eager to please said he knew where the best Pussy Willow could be found but he wouldn't tell any of us where it was in case we got there first. Brian lived in the first house of a little row of quarry houses just inside the entrance of a quarry. He got up one morning and went to get the Pussy Willow. He hadn't told anyone that it was growing out of a crack on a ledge half way up the quarry face which was brash and bitting and totally unsafe. Brian knew how to get up to it and as he was... Read more
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Paper Boy
I was a 16 year old boy and lived with my family on a hillside opposite Tunstead quarry known as The Lees. Every Sunday morning I would pick up the papers (News of the World , People etc) on my bicycle from the post office in Peak Dale, sort them out into household lots and then ride the path through to the bottom of Wormhill and deliver them to the individual houses and farms finishing at a Mansion type house with a High stone wall around it at the very top of the village. Walking through the farmyards and fields sometimes had its dangers and I was chased more than once by the odd Bull, scattering the papers in the mud and having to explain to the next household why the headlines were unreadable. Sometimes in winter I would have to walk it as the snow was too deep to ride my bike through.
I have many fond memories of the area. At first we lived in Peak Dale... Read more
My Baptism
I was baptised in this church in 1927.
My Maternal Grandfather Was A Waiter Here
I remember my mother telling me that my grandad used to work there, also my uncle.
Tuesdays
On Tuesday afternoon we could go with the class at school to listen to the orchestra playing there for the sum of one penny. I think the conductor was Maurice Miles.
William Smith's Bath Chairs.
William Smith owned several Bath Chairs to convey invalids around Buxton.
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