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18 Emsgate Lane .the Post Office in 1948
I am tracing family history. I would like to know who was running the Post Office in that year in 1948?My mother Marjorie Edna Webber was an assistant there. I also have family memories of Mattie and Percy Allinson who I used to stay with. My father and his brother used to stay and help at Allinsons farm on Cove Road in the early teens and twenties of the twentieth century. My mum and dad adopted me from Silverdale in 1948. Marjorie was my birth mother. Does anyone remember anything? I think that Isobel Bessie and Charlie Webber who are buried in the churchyard are my birth grandparents. I would really like to find out who I am and I have no axe to grind! Thank you.
Silverdale Crossings
Our family lived at Silverdale Crossings until 1959. Mother had a small sweets and general stores shop, Father worked as crossing keeper until his death in 1959, the house (now demolished) came with the job. Initially he was on duty 24 hours a day, the crossing gates were closed to traffic at all times and vehicles had to press a bell to get him to open the gates, pedestrians could use a small wicket gate to cross. In later years when there was more traffic, and a team of keepers worked 8 hour shifts. I am sure there are lots of people who have memories of this service, including an unusual petrol supply, the cars were filled by petrolcans, measured from pumps off the Railways property. I am now 77, have two brothers still alive, one in France, another farming at Burrow. Silverdale has a lot of memories for me.
Cove Cottage
My family have lived at Cove Cottage for 80 years. It was originally owned by the Bright family whom my grandfather worked for all his life. My parents were lucky enough to buy the cottage after my grandmother passed away aged 93.
Like Coming Home
My memories of Silverdale are many and varied. The family homes of my parents Betty Bolton and Dennis Shorrocks were there and we would return once or twice a year. I remember playing with cousins, in woods or lotts or on Castle Barrow (pepper pot) or in the attic in Grandad Bolton's on Cove Road. But the thing that gets me, even now years on, is the drive from Warton to Silverdale. My heart lifts with joy, "I'm coming home."
Lancashire memories
The Castle Stores
The Stores was run by the redoubtable Joe Holmes who was in fierce competition with Chris Lewin down the lane at the Post Office. In summer the price of local tomatoes reached bargain levels!
More photos of Yealand in the 50s may be found at
http://www.rfaaplymouth.org/Family_Album/gallery/index.php
Yealand, A Beautiful Village
I lived in Yealand from 1947-52 when I came here to New Zealand with friends at the age of 17. Having little educaton and the war years I decided to come to New Zealand to farm.
I attended the Yealand school and then left to work for John Wilson on his farm. Those years are most memorable and I have fond memories of them. It is a beautifull village. I believe there are not so many farms operationable there these days. I also knew Saria Butler, mentioned in another person's memories, who lived at Manor farm. I knew the Grays at Old Hall who also came to New Zealand. I live and have farmed in the North Island of New Zealand where I met my wife and farmed at Rongotea.
My Early Years
On the 2nd September 1952 I was born at Manor Farm. I lived there with my parents, my maternal grandfather and two older brothers. I know my grandmother was alive when I was born but, unfortunately died soon after. My grandfather was called Seriah Butler and was the tenant of Manor Farm and when my mother Dorothy Butler married Albert Shorrock at the village church my father worked on the farm, in fact we all did.
I remember travelling down the Dykes to bring the cattle home for milking. I would sit on the handlebars of my Dads bike to help with the cows.
There was an orchard around the farmhouse and I can remember my mother making damsom jam and plum jam and also bottling fruit in Kilner jars so we could have something good in winter. At the end of the orchard was the toilet - it was a long way when you were small, but that wasn't for long as we had the luxury of... Read more
