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Pilling| Preesall| Over Wyre| Cockerham| Knott End-On-Sea| Hambleton| Little Eccleston| Great Eccleston| St Michaels| Garstang| Churchtown| Fleetwood| Glasson Dock| Scorton| Singleton| Thornton-Cleveleys| Galgate| Anchorsholme| Poulton-Le-Fylde| Cleveleys| Inskip| Little Bispham| Bilsborrow
Stakepool area books
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Roundhouse
I went to what we used to call the school on the hill. I lived in Knott End and sometimes when we were rich we'd go to school on the bus, but if not it was your two feet that got you there, anyway my memory relates to the roundhouse, it was a toffee shop when we were kids, things you could get for a penny and when you had tuppence, well I guess you were rich, anyway when I had bus money for coming home after school and depending on the weather, if it was nice I would give in to temptation and nip into the roundhouse. Trying to make a selection from all the toffees and treats was a challenge indeed, anyway I always came out with the goodies, the only thing now was that I had to walk home, probably took me about an hour and a walk along what used to be the railway tracks that went through Hackensall, and I used to come out at... Read more
Townfoot
I can still recall this picture 50 years on. As a child I walked this lane every day in the school week. My nana Mrs Dickinson lived in Acre Lane a little further on from the picture above. I went to Fleetwoods Charity School on the hill and went to my nana's every day for my dinner. I would go to the post office for her shopping on the way. I sometimes walked home from school this way up towards the hill, past the farm then down through the woods. Where did the good all days go?
Evacuated Pilling Lane School Lancs 1939 Georgina Owen
I was evacuated in 1939 Sept from Salford . I lived with the Headmaster and his wife Mr + Mrs Hobson . I often played with my friend Nelly Tracy who stayed on after evacuation . I have happy memories playing at Mr Carters farm .We went to the Verona cinema , I wonder if it is still there ? Mrs Vera Hobson had a daughter named Mary who went to Boarding school at Kirby Lonsdale . Two wonderful years until Iwent to stay with Mrs Trippier in nearby Knot-End who had a B&B and had two sons Ronald and Clive . I remember playing in the parlour at Listers Bakery with Joyce Butler . I was an Evacuee from 1939 age 8 to approx 1943 from Duke Street school Salford . My name was GEORGINA OWEN now Williamson.
Crabbing
Iam not sure how close Iam on the date, however when we where kids, me and my friends would spend most of the day in the summer holidays with string and safety pin, stick some muscle meat on it from the muscle bed from the other side of the jetty, and then we'd tie a stone to the string and then lower this down the side of the jetty to catch an unexpecting crab, you had to be very careful pulling it up from the water as sometimes the crab would fall back in the water, then you'd have to start again, but we would have great fun watching the crabs running all over the place, especially when the tourists where waiting for the ferry, they would scream and scurry away from the approaching crab. This was great fun for us during the summer hols.
Knott End in The 1950s And The 1960s by Norma Smith
We, that is my father Norman, mother Ethel and my Auntie Peg, moved to Knott End in 1948 and lived at 15 The Esplanade. As well as being a boarding house (as it was called in those days) it doubled up as the doctors' surgery. For those with a good memory you might remember Old Dr Taylor Young, Dr Taylor and Dr Allen Pilling from one practice and Dr Stewart, a GP on his own. I went to Pilling Lane School where the headmaster was the formidable George Hobson. Two other teachers were his sister Miss Hobson and a Miss Hull. On a good day in the summer we were taken up the field and at the end was the seashore, where we were allowed to play. After passing my scholarship I used to travel everyday on the 85 bus to go to school in Blackpool. In the early 1960s our free time was spent between the Juke Box at the ferry end of the village and the Verona Cafe... Read more
Various Memories
My parents visited Knott-End-on-Sea many times, particularly in the September before I was born in March 1932. We used to stay at a house in Lune View with a family called Butler and Mrs. Butler nursed me many times when I woke during the night! They were a lovely family - I think the daughter was called Eva but cannot remember the name of their son. They moved to Fleetwood. My parents and I visited Knott-End every year until 1958. That year, my friends and I were wondering where to spend our holiday. I suggested Knott-End. The father of one of my friends said that he did not think we would like it there because there was nothing to do. However, we took no notice and booked in with a family in Clarence Avenue. My friend whose father said there was nothing there, met a boy who she later married! She went to live there - followed by her parents! She still lives there and finds loads of things to... Read more
Shovels Inn - 1952 to 1971
My grandparents, John & Betty Whiteside, were Landlord & Landlady of The Shovels Inn 1952-1971. I was born in 1955 and clearly remeber the pub as it was then, before they tore down walls! The old men of the village taught me how to play dominoes in one of the little rooms that used to be off the main bar. As you walked through the door there used to be an open fire on the right with the dartboard above it. On the photograph, on the extreme right, just outlined against the white building, you can see the petrol pump which was used to fill the charabancs that used to call at the pub on day trips to the Over Wyre area.
