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Keighley, Skipton Road c1955
Keighley, Skipton Road c1955 Ref: K60022
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Year: 1948
eastwood school
I went to this school at the age I believe around 7-8yrs old. I would like to know if anyone out there went to the same school. My name was Sylvia Rooke. In fact I think the headmaster's last name was Rooke. I lived in Keighley till 1955 then moved to canada, my email address is sylviarosiek@yahoo.com if you have information at all please feel free to email me as Eastwood School had a lot of memorys for me, so thankyou and I hope to hear from someone. Last edited: 12/02/2008 09:44 by Sylvia Rosiek |
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Year: 1930s
Early years of my life A memory of Huntworth, Somerset I was born in 1936 in Shipley nursing home and we lived at 1 The Green, Micklethwaite until 1944. My father died in 1941 and my mother was left with me and brother John, surname Walker, to bring up on her own. I remember the shop owned by Mrs Hay, with a daughter Eunice, and my friend was Jennifer Midgely.We went to Crossflatts school and walked there and back. The farm was owned by (the family name I forget) but it began with S. and what an excitement it was to watch the killing of a pig and the wait for the pig's bladder to use as a football. My mother fell on hard times so we lived in two other houses, one owned by Mrs Hurst. At one time she worked for the coal merchant, a Mr Jackson. All coal (and milk) was delived by horse and cart because of course the war was on. One of my earliest memories was being taken to hear a piano recital in the Methodist chapel hall and although I was very young, this started a life-long love of classical music. It was very cold in the winter, gas lighting, and coal fires. Our chests were rubbed with goose fat and wrapped in brown paper to guard against colds. When it snowed the whole village would help to find sheep buried in the fields. I left when I was 7 and did not return for very many years but I have a great sense of belonging to Micklethwaite. At the top of the hill lived "Emma" who was more or less a recluse. We would knock on her door and then run away but she earned 10 shillings a week keeping the telephone box clean which I noticed was still there last time I visited about 5 years ago.I have now remembered the name of the farmer, it was Sayers, and they had a daughter called Pauline. I also remember that in the shop (owned by Mrs Hay) was a large black and white rubber mat with the words "Parkinsons pink pills for pale people" written on it. Last edited: 02/04/2008 13:33 by Christine Elliot |
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 Bingley, the College 1926 (ref: 79087) |
Year: 1972
Teacher Training College A memory of Bingley, West Yorkshire I was so excited to come here - the start of the rest of my life. The night time views over the valley - so many lights - were thrilling. I couldn't wait to get out and walk all round the area, the air was so clear I grew an inch! For the first time I had central heating in my room. So many memories, too many to tell, of new friends and good times and heartaches too! Good old College. Posted: 09/05/2007 16:19 by Julia Cormack |
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Year: 1960
Friends A memory of Sutton-In-Craven, West Yorkshire It could have been earlier or even later....my memories of a girl called Elaine Potter and us playing tea parties at her house with her dad's homemade apple wine........Yvonne Blackie I think lived in the Rectory.....I think we were about 5 or 6 years old.....my name was Lynn Carney then and we lived in Wighill Street...when we first moved to Sutton-in -Craven we lived in a mill house that was on a cobble street and the houses were back to back, one up, one down. I have some very fond memories of that village. Posted: 25/09/2008 13:33 by Lynn Mann |
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 Eldwick, Dick Hudson's Pub 1921 (ref: 71288) |
Year: 1953
The ballad of Davy Crockett A memory of Eldwick, West Yorkshire When we went to "Dick's" for lunch, there would be me, my kid sister, my parents and my maternal grandparents plus Mum's youngest sister. She was only 5 years older than me- "Auntie Betsy"- and more like a big sister. She was the prodigy of the family, learning to play the piano, and Grandma always used to pressure a reluctant Betsy to play something on the pub piano. This was at the time when Fess Parker was hitting the screens as Davy Crockett, and the theme tune was one of Betsy's special pieces. Unfortunately, one particular key on the pub piano was way out of tune. For those who remember the tune, the intro was sort of.."da dum di dum dum dum, dum di dum dum.." The bum note was on the fourth dum- it must have been an octave out- and the bar was crowded. It brought the house down, much to Auntie Betsy's mortification! Last edited: 06/03/2007 19:14 by Pete Widdows |
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