Grindleford

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When I lived in Grindleford

My father was policeman in Grindleford from 1952 to 1956, I was almost 5 years old when we moved there and my sister was 10 years old. We lived in the first red brick house on the hill going out of the village to Eyam.  I went to the village school and was in the G.F.S., I can't remember the lady who was our leader but I remember how kind she was.  My mother received a commendation for manning the phone whilst my father and other police were chasing and catching a criminal who had escaped and was on the hills nearby.  I don't remember too much although I do remember my father, who was on duty at the time, riding ...read more here
Contributed by jennifer mosley

When I lived in Grindleford

My father was policeman in Grindleford from 1952 to 1956, I was almost 5 years old when we moved there and my sister was 10 years old. We lived in the first red brick house on the hill going out of the village to Eyam.  I went to the village school and was in the G.F.S., I can't remember the lady who was our leader but I remember how kind she was.  My mother received a commendation for manning the phone whilst my father and other police were chasing and catching a criminal who had escaped and was on the hills nearby.  I don't remember too much although I do remember my father, who was on duty at the time, riding ...read more here
A memory of Grindleford contributed by jennifer mosley

Birthplace.

My Uncle Charles and my father James Scott  were born at Nether Hall in the early 1900's. The family was in service to Sir Henry Longman. The main family residence was Shendish House in Apsley,Hertfordshire where my grandfather,William Scott was coachman and head of the stables.  All the horses owned by the Longmans were given a name beginning with L.  My own grandaughter has a wooden rocking horse, named Larkspur, after my father's favourite mare.
A memory of Hathersage contributed by Barbara Gill

Lady Of Baslow and Lost Friendship In Time

It was 12May1967 when I first received a beautiful letter from her. She was a high school student and I was in the 1st yr of Engineering. Her name was Miss Elizabeth Noton. She with her widow mother used to live at 13, West End, Baslow. She lost her father when she was a child. Her mother raised her. She was the only child of her parents. She was as natural as any element of mother nature. She was simple, pious and above all relegious. I remember her favourite pastime was Bell Ringing in a nearby church. We used to write each other perhaps once in a month as it was very difficult for both of us to afford postal costs ...read more here
A memory of Baslow contributed by Sitanshu Mohan Banerjee