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4 Gallaway Road, Greengates

I remember buying fish and chips in Gallaway Road, Greengates 1955+. Unknown to me at that time this fish shop used to a greengrocer's shop owned by my grandfather Lister Carter around 1935/40. My father was born at number 4 Gallaway Road in 1910, 10 yards from the fish shop (now a private home). No 4 is now a beautifully renovated stone cottage which I visited in 2005. All this only 50 yards from the great Albion Hotel/Pub, gee they must have had a great life, the old folks. And Garnets Mill down the hill near the canal and River Ayre where the oldies could earn extra money... Life wasn't easy though, I guess. They died so young then...
A memory of Greengates contributed by keith carter

Happy time long past.

The little shop in the far right of the photo was selling a tinplate model of the Airship R101 for which I had saved up for ages.Just when I was able to buy it the airship crashed in France. I did not buy it; for in my childs mind who would have a thing that was no good. I was also a choir boy at the church for years when I lived in Meadow Road.Greengates picture house was always a temple of adventure to me in which I spent many an hour. My memories of youth this area are priceles to me.
A.P
A memory of Greengates contributed by Arthur Perrow

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.
A memory of Yeadon contributed by keith carter

Mrs Porrit's

Mrs Porrit's dance hall!  That's a name to stir memories.  Saturday nights at Mrs Porrit's, strict tempo dancing with just a spot of rock and roll, no drinking in the coverted chapel and an old black and white telly in a back room where the lads disappeared to watch wrestling.
What happened to the IN-CROWD who quickstepped, foxtrotted and waltzed until a minute to midnight, then back home to bed to think about the girl you should have chatted-up but didn't have the bottle?
Regards to all
Pete.
A memory of Farsley contributed by PETER WORLEY