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Historic maps of Sowerby and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Sowerby maps
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Inskip| St Michaels| Bilsborrow| Churchtown| Great Eccleston| Little Eccleston| Garstang| Broughton| Lea| Fulwood| Singleton| Scorton| Wrea Green| Pilling| Preston
Sowerby area books
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How Inskip Has Changed so Little
I have lived in Inskip most of my life, it is a nice little village that has changed very little in the past 32 years of my life. My parents have lived in Inskip over 30 years and my nanna a lot longer. The changes I have noticed are a few more houses, the loss of our shop and post office, and HMS Inskip has changed hands.
St Michaels on Wyre
My dad had a cousin who was Vicar at St Michaels on Wyre during the 1945 - 55 era. His name, Raymond Bell. As a child visiting his parents in Wray, near Hornby during the Second World War years I only met Raymond once. His parents, Rev Alfred Bell and Edith Bell and sister Eileen were in Wray for many years. Raymond sadly died in St Michaels while working in his garden, so I believe. I married and moved to Canada but had no contact with his mother or sister who had moved to a retirement cottage near Lancaster Cathedral, Eileen was in Calderstones hospital near Blackburn as she had a disability. This was a sad story as from what I did hear, Raymond committed suicide. If anyone knows of the family I would appreciate contact. My parents are long gone and I am trying to trace some of the family tree.
Growing up in Catforth
I was born in Catforth. We lived at Lilac Cottage next to the shop. My parents were Ruth and Frank Carter. Dad worked at Barons as a delivery driver. I have an older sister called Rebecca and an older brother called Roger. I grew up in Catforth and lived there from 1961 until I married in 1982. I attended St Roberts school until it closed down [there was only 12 pupils including myself and my brother attending] and then we went to Catforth primary school on School Lane. It was a wonderful place to live and I have many happy memories of the being there
Bilsborrow Hall Garden
My great grandfather Thomas Bryce (Born 1869) was employed as a gardener at Bilsborrow Hall. He and his family lived in the Lodge at the end of the lane. If anyone has any information please contact me via this board.. Many thanks
ECCLES FAMILY HISTORY
My great-grandfather, Joseph Eccles, built Bilsborrow Hall. He owned a number of cotton mills in Preston and played cricket for Lancashire. I have just started to look into our family history and will hopefully be able to post more comments later. Thank you for your memory Best wishes Peter Eccles
Bilsborrow
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.
Woodplumpton - A Place, A Name or A Sentence?
W O O D P L U M P T O N A place, a name or a sentence? Almost Welsh in its length and complexity, the name conveys the notion of the idyllic countryside, natural food and a well fed community. In olden days when I was a lad, the local village children of Woodplumpton possessed a rural awareness sadly lost today. We all knew of the healing capacity of the dock leaf, could tell the time by the setting sun and could predict the weather by the height of the flying Swifts. Accustomed to the dawn chorus, that magnificent expression of bird song, raising to a crescendo to greet the dawn then gently fading within minutes into the normal background chatter of the blackbirds, the thrushes, the sparrows and so many more of our fellow natives, the daily rhythm of life was at peace with Mother Nature. In those early days, before the speeding traffic and the ghastly light of the street lamps, the stars brightly defined the heavens... Read more
