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Scotforth maps
Historic maps of Scotforth and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Scotforth maps
Scotforth photos
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Scotforth area books
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Memories of Scotforth
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Lancashire memories
Williamson Park Gate House
The 1881 census shows my grandfather (John Smart) and his family living in this house. He was the Landscape Gardener of the park.
Chapel
Each week, as a 15 - 16 year-old, I used to cycle from Morecambe on a Sunday morning for an organ lesson at the chapel of the Moor Hospital. It was uphill there and downhill home. My teacher was the organist there, also Director of Music at LRGS, and my lesson started after the Sunday morning service. As I progressed I was allowed to play the recesssional after the service. Every few years I come back to look at that magnificant building (the Annex) and think of all those thousands of people, staff and patients, who kept that sanctuary alive - a city within a city - which care within the community cannot now hope to replicate. I regret its demise and the safe haven it provided for so many people.
Henrys. Market Street.
I used to work at Henrys store, in the stock room. It was my first real job. It was a great old place. In the cellar was a secret passage way to the castle, bricked up from when there was a farmhouse there, I was told.
Christmas time was fantastic with Father Christmas and the grotto, and Father Christmas was my grandfather before I worked there - I sat on his knee when I was small and didn't know it was my grandad, how's that! I loved that place. British Home Stores rebuilt on the site and I worked for them for a while too. Allan Holmes.
Old Bernard's Memories of The Park
Ah! I remember when I was a little lad! I used to walk around the park after days at school, spitting chewing gum into the water with my friend Godric Weatherballs. Lord! The fountain was like a spitting mermaid! Jovey olives, this picture does jog memories... for example, Godric, Clifford and I used to skydive here, and swim in the lake in summer. Ach! The lake! So full of fascinating creatures: dragons, Nessie, Marilyn Monroe... and, as demonstrated by this photograph, they were all black and white. I do hope you're enjoying accompanying me on my stroll down Memory Lane! I simply cannot fathom the differences between 1920s Billy's Park and the park today, in 2010! Such colour! And, tearfully, I seem to see no skydiving children in the park today. However, I have heard that weddings occur here today, which delights me slightly. Well... Lord... As you can see I'm still at a loss of wording! I wish I could list my memories all day long... This one park made such... Read more
The Flicks
The magnificent Odeon Cinema, an Art Deco masterpiece, became a multi-screen horror, then a Bingo Hall. Sadly now torn down (2010) to make way for shopping. The doors bottom right corner were where we would sneak in free after a friend opened the exit. At age 10 we climbed the fire ladders to the roof high above the city!
Bowerham Barracks
I remember living there in the married quarters when the war was over and my dad was posted there, must have been 1946. My dad was in the Kings Own Royal Regiment and we lived there for quite a short time and I went to school in Bowerham. I ived in Lancaster with my Auntie and Uncle who lived in Sulby Drive in Lancaster as well. My cousins were Brian, Leonard and Pat Redburn and I have lost touch with them competely I am afraid
The Buses
I remember the bus station at Lancaster during and after the war. I found it, even as a child, somewhat evocative and I used to love the way the engines would throb while waiting to go and the places they were going, with magical names,such as Silverdale, Carnforth, Yealand Conyers, Nether Kellet. They fascinated me.
