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Historic maps of Stape and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Stape maps
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Saltersgate| Cropton| Lastingham| Rosedale Abbey| Aislaby| Goathland| Pickering| Hutton-Le-Hole
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Happy Memories
My parents owned the pub in the mid 1970s, I have many happy memories of living here, through long winters being snowed in to long walks in the area in summer. Being 9 at the time my vivid memories are of during one hard winter blizzard, the snow had built up against the door to the room with the fire (door on the left in the photo) and the door burst open and all the snow blew into the room, at that time it was the dance floor. One of the local characters, Farmer George, lived in the nearby farm and I recall him coming in to the pub with his big baggy trowsers tied up with string. We had a couple of chefs at the pub, the head chef rode a motorbike and side car which was completely covered in and had a small heater inside. The other chef as I recall could not drive, as I remember my dad spending days and days with him showing him how to ride... Read more
Good Times
I worked at Fylingdales in the early 1960s. We lived on site in cabins and Saltergate was the closest pub. Needless to say it was very well patronised. Could I dare suggest that could have been its most profitable period.
Good days, never to be forgotten!
Lucky Me
In 1959, when I was 8 years old I was fostered along with my brother and sister and went to live in Rosedale Abbey. Actually it was just outside Rosedale Abbey, in School Row. I attended the local village primary school and sang in the church choir along with my brother and sister. I even rang the church bell! The photographs of the village bring back such happy times. For example, during term time we used to do our sports lessons on the village green and every year we would all gather to watch the Milk Race, someting which alas is no more. I have such happy memories of the years I spent in Rosedale. The long summer holidays when we used to go fishing and fruit picking and even helping bring in the harvest with the local farmers. I also remember the winters when the snow was so deep we were unable to go to school because the bus could not get up the road to pick us up.... Read more
Cum Agen Cafe
This picture brings back very happy memories for me, as it shows my grandparents' (Arthur and Madge Douglas) shop and cafe (Cum agen Cafe) where we spent many, many happy times. Pickering certainly has changed since then. On the left is the old Labour Exchange above which was a flat where Olive Watson used to live, then Cum Agen Cafe (now a vets), then what is now the Crossways Hotel (used to be grain shop run by the Honis family and then a cafe run by the Frank Family. A family called Stead used to live on the first and second floors. The row of shops/cottages following on was demolished when they built the roundabout. At the top, facing down Eastgate is the Forest and Vale Hotel. A fair used to come to Pickering every year and was set up on the car park in front of the houses.
Beck Isle Ponies
My auntie and uncle Peggy and Raymond Cook used to own a riding school, they called it Beck Isle Ponies, can anyone else remember them? I lost touch with them when I was only little.
Clifford Egan
My father Clifford Egan passed away at 80 years old on the 27th July last year, 2010. He was brought up in Kirbymoorside and had wanted to return there for a visit for many years, but due to ill health he didn't make it back. I know from family records that his mother Florence Egan and father John Egan ran a shop in the town at Dale End, there are now new houses built on this site. If anybody has a photo of the shop I would be very interested to see it and also if anybody remembers the family it would be nice to hear your memories. Kevin.
Childhood Dreams of Grosmont.
1942 was the year that my mother, Ethel Tyreman (nee Davidson) and sister Iris and brothers Harry, Fred, Frank and myself Eric, moved to Grosmont when our Whitby home was hit by German bombs. My dad, Fred, was a P.O.W in Germany. As a family of six, we lived in a one down, two up house in Waterloo Cottages. The house had no running water or electricity, and the toilet was a cinder closet around the back. Water was collected from a single communal tap along the street. The fireplace had a side oven on one side, and a water tank on the other side for hot water. Coal was in short supply, so our fire burnt logs collected from the Esk river...Happy days. Mother would bake bread in the side oven, and one Christmas she made a big christmas cake.It took all night to cook with a large branch of wood sticking out of the fire, and had to be eased gently under the oven. In the downstairs room we... Read more
