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Tockholes maps
Historic maps of Tockholes and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Tockholes maps
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Withnell| Darwen| Cherry Tree| Pleasington| Blackburn| Belmont| Hoghton| Mellor| Stanhill| Mellor Brook| Rivington| Chorley| Bamber Bridge| Turton| Balderstone| Heath Charnock| Church| Adlington| Great Harwood| Clayton Le Moors
Tockholes area books
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Lancashire memories
Growing up
This is actually Withnell Fold. I grew up here from 1962 until 1977 when I left to get married. It was a fantastic place to live. My dad Terry West was a maintainence joiner originally, at Wiggins Teape paper mill until it closed. My mum Glenda worked for a while as a cook at the old folks home, which had been built by Thomas Blinkhorn Parke in the early 1800s. He built the mill and the village originally. My sister Sandra and brother Andrew also grew up there. We could go out to play - as most children could in the 1960s and 1970s - for hours until meal times. The whole village knew each other well. There was lots of involvement in the cricket club, Dad played, and for a while captained the first team and he was also the groundsman. My mum took her turn for a couple of years organising the sandwiches and cakes for the tea for the team on saturdays. I used to be the... Read more
Education And Faith For Holy Trinity.
I attended Holy Trinity Primary School, Church of England, at Darwen in the year 1955, when I was six years of age. There was a spiritual bond between the school and the Holy Trinity Church, as it was then called.
On a certain day of the week the class of children I belonged to were given religious instruction. A picture still present in my memory, is that of the outline of the Holy Trinity Church, as drawn on the classroom blackboard by the teacher. It was explained that the outline shape was that of a cross on which Jesus was crucified and that the church was built in the same shape for that reason.
On religious days of remembrance, for example, Good Friday, all the children at the school would be paraded across the town centre and up the hill to attend a service at the church.
My grandfather was 23 yrs of age when he died, having succumbed to wounds he endured during the... Read more
This is Hilton Street.
I was born at No 4 Hilton Street (in March 1955) which was the shop on the very corner at the end of the street nearest to the chimney. Darwen Paper Mill is the mill opposite the houses, with of course India Mill at the end.
Primary School
I attended St. John's Primary School from age late 8 to 11, we used to go to church on Monday morning where we would walk round from the school to Sough Road where the church was.
Clogs
I remember the sound of the clogs at 6am as people came past 6 Hilton Street (second house from mill).
My Young Life as Part of Holy Trinity
I spent all my young life in Darwen as part of Holy Trinity. I went to Holy Trinity school and went to the church as far back as I can remember. My grandparents were Joe and Pie Parson and were very involved in the church. They lived in Lelvin street and I remember vividly the after carol singing food and drinks which Grandma put on for the cold carol singers from the church. my sister and I sang in the church choir from being quite young until I was 15 and we emigrated to Australia. We were also in the Holy Trinity guides and brownies and I always felt so proud carrying the flag down the aisle on Church parda days. My Auntie Anne was a rose Queen too and the processions were always very stirring events - my dad was an avid fan of Brass Bands and listened to that music till he died 10 years ago. I can never look at a photo of Holy Trinity without being overwhelmed with... Read more
Darwen Market & The Old Glass Shed
I was born in Cranberry Lane in 1957 and I remember the old market very well. There was the 'pot man', Annie and her second hand stall and the old market cafe. In summer there was the ice-cream man near the steps at Railway Road. Later on I worked on the market after school and on Saturdays for Betty who sold underwear and for Mrs Jones who sold remnants of fur fabric. My mother had a stall later on selling handbags. I also recall the lady who sold potted shrimps in the doorway of the market hall. I always thought the market was a wonderful place, especially when it was lit up on a winter's day, but how grateful we were for the mugs of steaming tea from the cafe to ward off the cold.
