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Highfield House/Cottage /Earlsheaton

The best of my childhood memories are of Highfield House and Highfield Cottage in the late part of the 60s and early 70s. The summers always seemed hot and the days were long and happy. I come from a large family and we always had so much fun in the fields at the back of the house, rolling from the top of the hill almost down to the train tracks at the bottom, sunbathing or anything that would fill our day, we used to stay out for hours, only going home when it got dark or we were hungry. I remember when the fairground came, we could see it from the railings in our garden looking out over Dewsbury, you could ...read more here
A memory of Earlsheaton contributed by maggie benham

Saturday shopping

Boy, does this bring back memories of every Saturday morning going shopping with my mother. We would get on the bus in Birstall to go to the market, with my straw basket. Have not been back there since I left England in 1967 as  young child.
A memory of Dewsbury contributed by Kathy Sturhahn

The old baths

My memories of the old Dewsbury swimming baths (at the back of the police station) feels like memories from an earlier era older than myself. I used to visit the baths with my school once a wk for swimming lessons/excerise. I was always fisinated with the internal structure/decor and thinking back to the rows of changing rooms either side of the pool, with their swinging three quarter doors makes me shiver.
What trust we had in each other back them to simply leave our belongings in those, while we went off to enjoy ourselves.
There was the fancy steel railings too that made up the front of the balcony above the ground changing rooms, think there was changing ...read more here
A memory of Dewsbury contributed by ANN HART

Barrel Organ

The island in the middle of Market Place had a unique feature. Between the two zebra crossings on the island each Saturday was a man with a barrel organ. The music could be heard all over the town centre. You had to walk past it when you wanted to cross the road. This lended itself to the man with the organ collecting money for charities.

I used to like listening to the music and was fasinated with the organ. The people who used to shake the collecting cans scared me though. I probably thought they would take my pocket money (1 shilling) although they never did.

I used to spend my pocket money in Caddy's ice cream parlour ...read more here
A memory of Dewsbury contributed by janet hagger