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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

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

Pattern weaving at Reuben Gaunts mill

My dad got me a job as a trainee pattern weaver at Gaunts mill in the main street of Farsley. I was 16/17 at the time. I learned a lot in that 18 months or so and I also met a beautiful girl called Doreen Pankhurst, pity is I let her go... The smell of the mouse urine in the shed first thing in the morning made me feel SO sick, in the end I found another pattern weaving job and got my first motor bike, this allowed me to pick and choose any job I fancied until I came to Australia in 1964.  My Father aged 54 collapsed and died at the bus stop at RODLEY on his way home ...read more here
A memory of Farsley contributed by keith carter