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Uncle Cecil''s Farm
My brother and I would stay with Granny during the holidays, she lived at 'Cregeen' in a row of houses on Princess Street, near the railway crossing. Granny's brother Cecil had a farm out along the lane in this picture, my brother and I would walk out to the farm, over this bridge. The photo looks toward Strensall from the road to Uncle Cecil's farm. I remember that there was a milk churn stand on this road, and we'd take Cecil's empty churns off the stand and carry them back to the milking barn for him.
My Dad's Disembarkation 3rd May 1946 ?
Hello, one and all. This may be a tad queer, however, I have acquired my biological dad's Second World War records, James Paul Shelly (1917-1984,RIP), who was attached to the 6th South Wales Borderers, near the end of the Second World War he sailed to India (ship?), then Burma, then Sumatra, and Singapore. My question is why was STRENSALL listed? It seems a bit strange to me. His Army number was 983852. Sincerely. Seamus P J Fogarty, in Maryland, USA.
Memories of my Time at Newton On Ouse
I was born at Newton On Ouse in March 1928. At the age of five I attended the local school whose headmaster was Alf Bradbury. Also at the age of five I began visiting Village Farm that was owned by Mathew Clark. The main attraction was that Mr Clark had a motor car but could not drive but his son George could. George was courting a girl named Annie Bell that lived at Melbourne and used to take me with him when he went to see Annie. Needless to say I had to sit in the car for about two hours before he was ready to return home.
Harvest time was the best period on the farm because for one thing it was always warm besides which the binder that cut and baled the corn kept breaking the wooden connecting rod which meant a dash into York by the car, with me as passenger, to buy a new one from Bushells.
I also went with the Clarks on... Read more
Working Days Then Retirement
After attending Newton village school from the age of 5 to 14, I found employment at a place called Tholthorpe where a new airfield was being built. Being 12 miles from my home I had to use a bicycle to get there and back. This was fine during the Spring and summer months but was a devil in winter. However I enjoyed my 18months there where I witnessed an airfield being built from start to finish at which point in time two bomber squadrons arrivedm complete with their fourty Halifax bombers.
My next move was to another airfield at Linton-on-Ouse which thankfully was only 1 mile from my home. This was an exciting period as I witnessed the two Canadian bomber squadrons taking part in bombing missions almost every night. Sadly many of these Haliax aircraft failed to return whilst other crashed locally. It was one of the latter that crashed into cottages in the Back Lane at Newton which resulted in 6 airmen being killed but two others... Read more
The Old Fox And Goose
We moved to the old Fox and Goose (next to the tiny shop and just up the road from the Blue Bell pub) in 1962. I was 8 and my brother 3. We stayed for around 2 years. My Dad worked for Alne Brick Co. My Mum cleaned houses. Our long narrow back garden was knee deep in daffodils - I have loved them ever since. There was a cellar beneath the old pub that was now our home and an air raid shelter out the back. I went to the tiny village school at the end of the road, all ages in one class together. My best friend was Ruth who lived at the vicarage and she taught me to ride a bike. My brother and I spent many, many happy hours tadpoling in the stream behind the school with our friends. It was a magical time and I carry the tranquility and beauty of that time with me always.
Living at Linton Lock
My grandfather Bertie Dawson was the Lock Keeper for several years. I also lived there from around 1953 for 3 years, very happy memories !
Linton-On-Ouse Lock
My ancestor, the Atkinson family lived in this house on the 1901 census, other family members controlled a lock in Leeds
