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Historic maps of Rawdon and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Rawdon maps
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Like an Old Friend Keeping us Safe
Amazing to see a photo of this beautiful church from 1901! I spent many, many years walking around it and through the grounds as a child on my way to the playground. A beautiful and peaceful place. My sister got married here and my nana, as have a handful of friends. Sadly, my parents moved before I got married! Always made me feel safe like an old friend keeping watch.
West Yorkshire memories
Yeadon Old Prize Band
My brother Arthur 2 years my junior and my father Ernest Carter (dec'd 1963)all played for many years with Yeadon old prize band. We practiced 2 times a week in the old British Legion hut up behind the Yeadon town hall. Many's the time we ALL had to run to catch the West Yorkshire bus 10pm from Otley to get us to Ravenscliffe Avenue so we could sleep and not be too tired for school the next day. My first date was with a girl from Yeadon, Dorothy Akers, I was 12/13 years old. Those were the days.
Childhood Memories
I was born in Calverley in 1948. I lived with my mother, father and brother (Ernest). I attended Calverley Church School. I played down in the woods most of the time, with my brother and our friends. My brother was a bully with everyone that he came across, especially me. He used to tell me to climb down the Quarry to help him collect birds eggs, I was only 5 or 6 at the time. I have lovely memories of playing in the park, going to the town wells to collect frog spawn and trimming my bicycle up at Whitsuntide with crepe paper. There were several shops in Calverley, Grimshaws butchers, Drakes off-licence, Roberts groceries, a small fruit shop, opposite where the library now is. Christmas was a wonderful time. My mother and grandma asked me to write a list to put up the chimney to send to Santa Claus. Also I was told 'Jack Frost' had printed patterns on the windows, especially for me to look at. There... Read more
Dancing
I remember going to dances at the Calverley Mechanics Institute during the war years or just after, I am now 82. G Lilley.
In 1973 to 1977
I was 7yrs old when I visited this place with my mum and sister which was (1973) and I was told this was going to be my home for a while because mum was too ill to look after me...it was called Springfield boarding school and although I hated it at first because I got homesick I settled in and I loved it so much. I remember crying loads, some good memories lay there, and I'm trying to find as much information as possible about the place and people I met whilst there.
from Mandy Smith (was Pedersen back then).
Catching The Train to Leeds
I was born in 1960 within a short walk of this photo. The scene is still clearly recognisable, although the wooden station building spanning the bridge and the steps leading down to the station were demolished and replaced (sometime in the early 1970s?)
Mum would walk to the station with my little sister in a big pushchair, my brother and I holding onto the sides of the pram, to catch the train into Leeds. Mum had to push the pram down past the Fox and Hounds pub, over the bridge, down the slope past the house that is now the Pottery (shown in the photo) onto the Harrogate-bound platform. Then came the scary bit! Supervised by the Station Master we all had to cross the railway tracks across a wooden level crossing which ran under the bridge, up a ramp and onto the Leeds-bound platform. There was no direct ramp onto the Leeds platform - just a flight of wooden stairs (at the far side of the bridge in... Read more
Station Cottage
This is my family's ancestral home. My grandmother and her sisters were braught up here from the 1920s. Her father George Sayner worked as a linesman at this station and the family rented the house from the railway company. I have been told many stories of their lives here and I love it whenever I pass this building. It gives me a nice feeling knowing my family once lived there.
