Brighouse Road c1960, Queensbury
Brighouse Road c1960, Queensbury Ref: Q15009
Memories of Brighouse Road c1960, Queensbury
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Queensbury & local memories
Read and share memories of Queensbury and West Yorkshire inspired by Frith photos.
Can Anyone Remember .....
It was lovely to see photos of the Queensbury I remember as a child. I have been going over the High Street in my mind, trying to remember the names of all the shops. Can anyone remember the shop that was between Gallons and Swires Drapers shop. I just can't remember it and it is driving me mad.
I was born and brought up in Queensbury and lived there until I was married. After looking on Google Maps it would appear that the High Street has changed much. gone is Stocks Hardware Shop which was full of everything you didn't know you wanted. Gone are all the other shops - The Economic, Archers Newsagents, Stanley Coats Sweet Shop and Miss Giffords Hat Shop. That's the nice thing about memories, they stay fresh in your mind and never tarnish. If anyone can remember the name of that shop then please add a memory.
Pauline Piper (formerly Pauline Young of 100 West End)
Happy Years
Earliest memories... staying home from school (Church School now Russell Hall) in the winter because the boiler had burst. Swinging on my gran's gate on Highfield Terrace, and playing with a teaset and dolls pram in her house, and loving the view from her window, going down in the cellar to look at the washer boiler. May Dday processions, fizzy pop delivered every week, Dandelion n Burdock our favourite. Sunday School outings with Feathers coaches, and the mystery trips which seemed to be to Grassington a lot. The little Sunday school by the Navvie houses where we used to sing 'Running over, running over, my cups full and running over' etc. I loved those songs where we threw our hands about. Going into Mildred's house and tap dancing in the mat well at my friend Ann's house opposite. Being told ghost stores in the passage in between the houses. Playing in the field opposite Foxhill School at lunch times. Not realising until much later what a wonderful view there... Read more
My Fading Memories
I was but a lad of 8 when my folks bundled us all off to a wide land downunder. Since 1968, Australia has been my home.
I often speak of my fading memories of Queensbury, my walks through the village, living on 'The Mountain', which I see has now been torn down. Life for me was all about the mountain, living there in a small two-storey house, two bedrooms upstairs, a sitting room and kitchen downstairs - no bathroom or toilet, they were down at the end of the street. The moors across the road, often populated by 'Alan the farmer's' milkers. Nanna and Grandad lived just a few doors along, easy walking distance for a small boy. Nanna's house was much better than ours, with a bathroom and toilet having been added upstairs by my carpenter uncle.
School was at Foxhill to start with, with Mr Smith, a fine elderly gentleman, as the headmaster. Mr Smith often mentioned to me that he had taught my parents... Read more
