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Longtown, the Bridge, River Esk c1955
Longtown, the Bridge, River Esk c1955 Ref: L203007
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Year: 1961
Memories Of 1961-63 New Added 4 days ago
Does anyone remember the Lochinvar Cinema? It was sixpence and a different film every night! Paul Bass (my father) now living in Wigan does, he used to stay at his auntie's house, Ina Benson Newsagents. He has great memories of the Polish boys and girls he became good friends with, namely, Bolic, Rumec, Jon Boyko and his sister Sheila, Charlie Putsini. Best wishes also from his older brothers, Tommy and John. Last edited: 07/01/2009 10:51 by Susan Bass |
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Year: 1947
Mossband Camp A memory of Mossband, Cumbria My father was a serving soldier, serving at the RAOC camp until 1948. We lived in the YMCA building in the camp itself and it had a large functions hall attached where one of our officers once entertained the children at Christmas with a magic show. I remember the huge and long-lasting snowfall that stayed around for months into 1948 and the glaring red sunsets over the Cumbrian hills. I went to school in Gretna, three miles away on the bus, and remember the prefab houses on the Solway - Mum said they would be replaced with proper houses when they got round to it. I also remember the parade that was held in Carlisle with Field Marshal Montgomery riding through the streets in an open car waving to the people lining the street. I can only remember one child's name from those many years ago - a little girl called Yvonne Glendenning who was a classmate and I often wondered what happened to her. There was also a Doctor Newbigood. Mossband Camp was a prisoner of war camp with German military prisoners. Some were wonderful at woodwork, even with their limited resources, and one made me a sewing box, french polished, and a toy with a girl feeding geese, that bobbed their heads up and down when a string was pulled. He was called Willi, from Bavaria. I had the sewing box until quite recently, and hope those people got back safely home when the war was over. I remember one frightening day when Mum and Dad decided to take us two children for a picnic on the Solway. We played happily until the tide went out and we found we had been happily playing on the edge of a cliff. The tide went out fast. Mum was horrified and packed up immediately to go home. She's nearly 90 now and still gets the shivers when she thinks of it. I remember the school at Gretna with a little sweetie shop near the school gate and a billboard advertising Craven A cigarettes. Children were mostly happy and we played all the usual games - including one I never came across again - picking bits of fluff off each others knitted jumpers to save in a little bottle, so each person had a rainbow of colour in a little bottle. You could get licorice sticks in the shop. Our teacher was a little Welsh lady? Miss Roberts. She taught the alphabet by having us sing a song with all the letters in. Then we pronounced the letters as they would sound in real life, so that "dog" was read and pronounced as "duh", "oh" "guh". It was very effective. We had a daily delivery of milk in half-pint bottles and it was a treat. We learned several songs - "Billy Boy", "I saw Three Ships come sailing in", "Oranges and Lemons, say the Bells of Saint Clements" ,"Lavender's Blue, Dilly Dilly" and more. It started me off with a great interest in folksong which has been a source of pleasure through the years and still is. Last edited: 06/01/2009 11:53 by Eileen Buckley-Knowles |
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 Burgh-By-Sands, Greyhound Inn c1955 (ref: B709011) |
Year: 1950
That Was Home A memory of Burgh-By-Sands, Cumbria 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. Posted: 02/02/2008 17:06 by Bryan Flint |
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Year: 1949
Years Gone By A memory of Roadhead, Cumbria Moved to Roadhead 1949, from 19 Netherby St, Longtown. Dad was Rendall Colling [Policeman], we lived at the Police House, until 1954 when we moved to Frizington, West Cumberland. Went to school at the Baily. Brother Cuthbert was born 1949 in the Police House. Mother Amy took ill 1951 and was in the Isolation Ward @ Border Hospital Long Town, where she passed away, and is interred @ Bewcastle Church, under the Yew tree just inside the gate on the left hand side. I remember the post office was run by Mrs Foster and she had a daughter Elizabeth. The farm opposite the Police House was run by the Phillips family. Recently came across the Bewcastle site, and seen the marvellous aerial shots of the church and the Lime Kiln [one of dad`s favourite watering holes] along with the pub at Blackpool Gate, long gone, and the Drove Inn. Last edited: 21/02/2008 15:17 by Neil Colling |
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Year: 2002
A Visit A memory of Bowness-On-Solway, Cumbria New Added 4 days ago My father was raised in Bowness on Solway. His father lived in the cottage in the street. My grandfather, Mr John Stafford, was one of the men who used to go 'Haafnet fishing' so it was good to visit and stroll down the same roads my ancestors trod. Last edited: 06/01/2009 11:14 by Sandy Stafford |
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