Garstang, c1965
Garstang, c1965 Ref: G238071
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Bilsborrow A memory of Bilsborrow, Lancashire My dad grew up in Bilsborrow in the house next door to the White Bull pub. I spent many a happy day at my nanna and granddad's house. My nanna used to be a cook at Bilsborrow Primary School and my granddad was a bus driver. They were very involved with the community. Our first born son is buried with my grandparents in St Hilda's. I love the place, it is peaceful and beautiful. When I visit to put flowers on our son's grave we always eat at the Roebuck. Last edited: 26/08/2008 08:32 by Kathryn Heathcote |
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 Hambleton, the Shovels Inn c1955 (ref: H452005) |
Shovels Inn - 1952 to 1971 A memory of Hambleton, Lancashire My grandparents, John & Betty Whiteside, were Landlord & Landlady of The Shovels Inn 1952-1971. I was born in 1955 and clearly remeber the pub as it was then, before they tore down walls! The old men of the village taught me how to play dominoes in one of the little rooms that used to be off the main bar. As you walked through the door there used to be an open fire on the right with the dartboard above it. On the photograph, on the extreme right, just outlined against the white building, you can see the petrol pump which was used to fill the charabancs that used to call at the pub on day trips to the Over Wyre area. Posted: 06/02/2008 14:38 by Lynda James |
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Year: 1960
Roundhouse A memory of Preesall, Lancashire I went to what we used to call the school on the hill. I lived in Knott End and sometimes when we were rich we'd go to school on the bus, but if not it was your two feet that got you there, anyway my memory relates to the roundhouse, it was a toffee shop when we were kids, things you could get for a penny and when you had tuppence, well I guess you were rich, anyway when I had bus money for coming home after school and depending on the weather, if it was nice I would give in to temptation and nip into the roundhouse. Trying to make a selection from all the toffees and treats was a challenge indeed, anyway I always came out with the goodies, the only thing now was that I had to walk home, probably took me about an hour and a walk along what used to be the railway tracks that went through Hackensall, and I used to come out at the bottome of Hackensall Road. Of course I was late home for tea and it also cost me at times a scolding or a clip round the ear, but I think it was well worth it. Eric Butler. Last edited: 25/02/2008 10:19 by Eric Butler |
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 Knott End-On-Sea, the Ferry and Slipway c1950 (ref: K128006p) |
Year: 1962
Crabbing A memory of Knott End-On-Sea, Lancashire Iam not sure how close Iam on the date, however when we where kids, me and my friends would spend most of the day in the summer holidays with string and safety pin, stick some muscle meat on it from the muscle bed from the other side of the jetty, and then we'd tie a stone to the string and then lower this down the side of the jetty to catch an unexpecting crab, you had to be very careful pulling it up from the water as sometimes the crab would fall back in the water, then you'd have to start again, but we would have great fun watching the crabs running all over the place, especially when the tourists where waiting for the ferry, they would scream and scurry away from the approaching crab. This was great fun for us during the summer hols. Posted: 16/11/2007 07:32 by Eric Butler |
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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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