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LADY PUBLICAN

In the UK Census of 1881 it shows the publican of the Bridge End Inn to be a Jane Rayson aged 68 years old. She lived with her sister Margaret aged 52 and her nieces Emma aged 15 and Fanny aged 32. Fanny's occupation is shown as "invalid".
Also shown as residing in the property was Jane Ashburner whose occupation is noted as a "servant".


A memory of Dalston contributed by philip rayson

That was home

My grandmother, Margaret Flint, was landlady of the Greyhound from sometime during WW2 until 1954. I lived there from 1944 until she retired. Being a publican meant grandmother was entitled to more than the normal rations in the immediate post war era since she was required to provide food to any traveller. Travellers were few and far between however one day George Bernard Shaw and companion appeared on the doorstep in the afternoon requiring tea so she had to fulfill her duty.
A memory of Burgh-By-Sands contributed by Bryan Flint

wigton boy

I was born in wigton in 1951.  We lived at 19 Brackenlands, a friendly housing estate where everyone knew everyone.  My early years were spent at Saint Cuthberts school and at the age of eleven attended the secondary modern or affectionately called the whitewashed cow shed.  The school has been replaced by houses now.  On leaving school I went to work for Ike Wilkinson as an apprentice carpenter on Market Hill the business having been bought from Jack Hutton.  I later went to work at Banks Woodyard on station hill opposite the railway station.  On leaving there I went into the merchant navy.  My mother still lives in Wigton at The Crofts.  I can still remember collecting rose hips, brambles and ...read more here
A memory of Wigton contributed by richard robinson

Early years!

I lived in Wigton for the first 8 years of my life, so 1955 is a mid point!
I have happy memories of the town.  We lived in West Avenue when it was known as 'the avenue' - an unmade up road and for years I thought that if a road was called 'avenue' it was full of puddles when it rained and dry mud when it didn't. We played on that avenue all the time - 'dens', climbing trees, hooa hoop!  I remember being bitten by a dog on my way to Sunday School when I was about 4 - just missed my eye!  I remember a dentist opposite the church I think, where the smell of gas was always ...read more here
A memory of Wigton contributed by Kath Panes