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Historic maps of Stanton Ford and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Stanton Ford maps
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Baslow| Calver| Stoney Middleton| Froggatt| Chatsworth| Edensor| Grindleford| Eyam| Great Longstone| Bakewell| Ashford-In-The-Water| Haddon Hall| Monsal Dale| Rowsley| Hathersage| Great Hucklow| Over Haddon| Litton Mill| Alport| Millers Dale| Tideswell| Youlgrave| Bradwell| Monyash| Beauchief| Ashover| Castleton
Stanton Ford area books
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Lost Friendship In Time
It was 12May1967 when I first received a beautiful letter from her. She was a high school student and I was student of 1st yr Engineering (Bengal Engineering College, Sibpore, Howrah, West Bengal, India). Her name was Miss Elizabeth Noton. She with her widow mother used to live at 13, West End, Baslow, Bakewell, Darbyshire, England . She lost her father when she was a child. Her mother raised her. She was the only child of her parents. She was simple, pious and relegious. I remember her favourite pastime was Bell Ringing in a nearby church. We used to write each other perhaps once in a month as it was very difficult for both of us to afford postal costs in those days. Yes, it was a snail mail friendship. She was not from a very rich family but her ambition was tall and rich.
After passing out from school she, wrote me on 14December1968, went to Fenham, Newcastle-Upon-Tyne for higher studies. She used to manage her monthly... Read more
Looking For Lost Friend
My memory having title "Lost Friendship In Time" was published on 25.01.08 that describes my friendship with Ms Elizabeth Noton who used to reside at 13, West End, Baslow, Bakewell, Darbyshire, England in 1967.
We were in touch with till 1973 but our contact snapped due to many obvious reasons. I'm now 61 yrs old and probably she will be 55 yrs old lady. This is our real friendship and memory is still in my heart. Great thing will happen in life if we can discover each other again after so many years.
I shall remain ever greatful if, anyone can give information about Ms. Elezabeth Noton. You are requested to contact me to my email ID : stanban08@gmail.com
Thanks for reading.
For Mum, Annie Ashworth .
I am Heather Johnson. I am 57 years old. My grandmother's name was Laura Frith, born in 1915 (sometime referred to as Swales Friths) from Stoney Middleton. I had other relatives in Eyam and Grindleford, other family name Outram. My grandmother moved to Greenfield Saddleworth as a young woman and married an Ashworth, a local wheelwright and farrier. Time marches on and I would be pleased to hear of any family connections. Mum and me visited your beautiful area back in 2004, sadly she has since died, I remember how happy she was to visit her old childhood holiday haunts, everyone likes to go home. hcj22@hotmail.co.uk
Climbing "Glory Road"
I used to be a member of the Manchester Gritstone Climbing Club. My older brother, John, was a founder member and introduced me to the club back in the 60's. I remember this climb since it was the only one we ever climbed together, and I led. I was so proud of myself that day. My brother was so impressed. Today I am in my late 60's and retired. I live in the USA. My brother lives in South Africa. I've not seen or heared from him in some 30 years.
Stoke Hall
The first time I saw Stoke Hall was in late 1947, I and my parents were returning from India, having spent the time there since 1939. We arrived at Liverpool on the good ship 'Georgic', travelled by train to Grindleford then Teddy White's blue bus to the top of Froggett Lane which is at the side of Stoke Hall, the field at the side of the Hall was also the Frogget cricket field. My first impression as a 12 year old was to say to my parents "Can we please go back to India". It was a bleak November day and we had to walk down to Froggett over the humpback bridge to my aunt's house which was called The Nurseries, we had nowhere else to live. Over the years many changes take place. I started work at Calver Mill, lived in Calver, Stoney Middleton, then to moved to Grindleford. Our children often went to Stoke Hall on a Saturday evening to discos which were held there. This short story... Read more
Froggatt Village.
I lived in Froggatt from the year I was born,1942, to 1956. My grandmother, Mrs McDonald, ran the shop in the village. I attended Curbar Primary School, a gang of us used to walk it there and back every day, come rain, snow or shine. Passing my 11+ saw me moved to Lady Manners Grammar School in Bakewell where I was to suffer under the hands of snotty prefects, two of them lived in Froggat and one was called Carol Jessop, I can't recall the name of the other. We moved to Lincolnshire in 1956 where my fellow school friends found my dialect hard to understand! I live in the Isle of Man now, but my wife and I visit the Sheffield area every year to see old friends. Not the same village as I remember it as a lad though. Chris Webb
When I Lived in Grindleford
My father was policeman in Grindleford from 1952 to 1956, I was almost 5 years old when we moved there and my sister was 10 years old. We lived in the first red brick house on the hill going out of the village to Eyam. I went to the village school and was in the G.F.S., I can't remember the lady who was our leader but I remember how kind she was. My mother received a commendation for manning the phone whilst my father and other police were chasing and catching a criminal who had escaped and was on the hills nearby. I don't remember too much although I do remember my father, who was on duty at the time, riding his bike down the hill into Grindleford from Eyam in wind and rain when his cape flew up over his head, making it impossible for him to see and he ended up crashing into a Hulleys bus and going through the back window - his bike was a write... Read more
