Soulby, the Village c1955

many happy holidays

My granparents and uncle live in soulby, I have many happy memories of spending my school holidays at Row End farm helping with hay time, milking and feeding the cows. I still love visiting soulby going to the stepping stones and a wander round the village

holidays

I came to Soulby for a holiday when I was 8 with my mother and sister. We stayed in a caravan the other side of this shallow river - by the local shop.
The caravan was owned by a local farmer who was either a family friend or distant relative.
A highlight of the holiday was visiting the farm and helping get the cows in for milking. We loved playing in the shallow river and enjoyed the novelty of the caravan - I remember my mother hired a radio for the week for entertainment!
We went to Appleby one day and my sister bought a silver ring in a second hand shop.
I wonder if its changed?

Tirril

My name is Sandra and I am the little girl on the right of the picture.  I lived at the Post Office with my grandparents, Mr & Mrs Robinson and I have very fond memories of growing up in the village.  The bigger girl with me was Ann Tatters who used to take me to school at Yanwath.  

Millers at Penruddock

The Robinson family had a long connection with Penruddock and the Neighbouring village of Motherby. My third gt grandfather, William Robinson was miller at Hutton Mill from about 1810 before moving to Greystoke Mill, and was succeeded by his son John, who continued to mill and farm there until about 1890.

I remember Penruddock from around 1952 to the present day - what is now the Herdwick Inn used to be the Norfolk Arms, and was run by the Porteous family.

The Porter family were farmers and one (Mary Ann) married the John Robinson mentioned above. They had 6 children - my gt grandmother Zerinah married Charles Sumner, and eventually moved back to Attorneygarth in Motherby.

The Lindens, Rosgill

I was born in the large house halfway down the hill of the little hamlet of Rosgill, the house is called the Lindens. My childhood was wonderful. I rate my self a very lucky person indeed to have started my life in the lovely Eden valley. My father helped to build Haweswater dam in the late 1930s and met my mother, who was a farmer's daughter, in Rosgill, the family name was Martin. The people I can remember in the village are 2 dear old women, Polly Bellas and Lettie Bellas, who used to bake cakes and take them to Shap in an old 2-wheeled cart to sell, this was the only income they had. My grandmother had 12 brothers and sisters, to remember their names the father made a poem: there was Frank, Fred, Willie, Stead, Ethel, Chris, and John, Isach, Harry, Annie, Maggie, Elizabeth, Kate and Tom. I can remember Harry Noble, we collected rose hips and got threepence a pound for them when we took them to his house. I also remember George Hall, Rosemary Thorning, Arnold Cannon, Mrs Wannop, Mr and Mrs Mandale, Walter Lightburn, Cowards' Farm. Rosgill has not changed much over 70 years, only the people. Most of the small farmers have gone, a lot of the houses are holiday homes now but it is still paradise to me.