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Galgate, Boatyard c1960
Galgate, Boatyard c1960 Ref: G284013
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1958-1964 A memory of Quernmore, Lancashire New Added 7 days ago My name is Steve Whitfield, we lived in Whitecroft (on the Crossroads) and that is where I grew up. Went most of my time to boarding school with my two brothers, dating back to the 1960s. My father was employed as Chief Accountant for Jas. Williamson in Lancaster (remember them?) and I have so many wonderful memories as a child, cycling down to Condor Bottom, or catching moles with dear old Mr Fox. John Cousins exercised his racehorses on the roads up to Clougha, past Bolland's farm, and that's where I learnt to ride. As a boy, in my school holidays, trips to Manchester and Haydock in the horsebox were dreams come true, the locals in Bowerham used to applaud us when we left the yard fully laden with our equine superstars! Unbelievable now in this day and age. I now train racehorses in Germany, but still have wonderful memories of my youth, the rain, the sheep, the Border Collies (Ken, he was brilliant), the abundant blackberries, Bees Bros, Mrs Yeats our neighbour, the Bollands and the Foxes, wonderful people and wonderful days. Yes I love Quernmore, Quernmore will never leave my heart, an oasis in my distant memory when time gets rough, but a part of my soul. Love you lots! Last edited: 27/11/2008 11:01 by First Name Last Name |
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 Lancaster, County Asylum 1891 (ref: 28606) |
Year: 1958
chapel A memory of Lancaster, Lancashire Each week, as a 15 - 16 year-old, I used to cycle from Morecambe on a Sunday morning for an organ lesson at the chapel of the Moor Hospital. It was uphill there and downhill home. My teacher was the organist there, also Director of Music at LRGS, and my lesson started after the Sunday morning service. As I progressed I was allowed to play the recesssional after the service. Every few years I come back to look at that magnificant building (the Annex) and think of all those thousands of people, staff and patients, who kept that sanctuary alive - a city within a city - which care within the community cannot now hope to replicate. I regret its demise and the safe haven it provided for so many people. Posted: 24/04/2008 22:34 by Ian Gerrard |
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 Lancaster, the Entrance to Williamson Park c1955 (ref: L10059) |
Year: 1880s
Williamson Park Gate House A memory of Lancaster, Lancashire The 1881 census shows my grandfather (John Smart) and his family living in this house. He was the Landscape Gardener of the park. Last edited: 15/10/2006 21:35 by Hazel Veitch |
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Year: 1947
Vacation A memory of Heysham, Lancashire Cannot remember to much of this vacation as I was only 4 years old at the time. But as I was growing up Mum used to talk a lot about this holiday and only recently I was looking through some old snap shots and I came across one taken sitting on a wall with my Dad I presume it was the Promanade in Heysham. Mum always wrote on the back of the photo saying the place they were taken. Posted: 15/04/2008 04:47 by Brenda Vanderwert |
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Year: 1961
Heysham Towers A memory of Heysham, Lancashire Morecambe Bay Holiday Camp, aka Heysham Towers, in the early sixties as a teenager. The Towers were owned by the Holdens, I especially remember Derek and Jean. We were roused by the 'phantom buglar' and didn't have a minute to spare until 'Goodnight Campers'. We danced to Norman Robinson's band, and Jack Winston playing the organ. The activities were organised by Reg Kerr and Jimmy MacHugh. We had some good times in the 'Nip Inn'. Sometimes we would go into the village to drink Mrs Holmes' nettle beer or have delicious knickerbocker glories at the tea gardens opposite St Peter's Church. Such happy times, never forgotten. Sadly, the towers are gone, but the memory lingers on. Last edited: 03/03/2008 10:25 by Kathleen Wilson |
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