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Totley Rise area books
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Happy Days of Youth.
I lived at 10 Whitfield Road, Fulwood, and went to Birkdale Prep School. Used to spend hours playing around Forge Dam, and renting a rowboat if I got an allowance.
When winter came we would toboggan down the hills in the area. I now live near Knoxville, Tennessee, but I often think of the old home town.
Drawing Those Summer Days
Hi, I still live in the area but Forge has the best memories, epecially of my grandad and those summer walks with Ebony, his black labrador, we used to sit in the long grass above the dam watching George Cunningham doing his drawings and paintings and George used say "Here lad, do you want one?". Well you have guessed it, I said "I am not bothered", oh well.
It was the best place ever during those summer days, let's hope for them this year.
Regards
Terry
Forge Dam
My dad used to run the rowboats and collect fees from fisherman, me and my brothers used to help, we were there every day of the six weeks holiday, it was all done from the little green hut above the cafe which is still there, every day was like a great adventure, happy days.
Waiting For The Bus
As a small child and a grown woman with children of my own I remember waiting for the Wakefield bus after a visit to my grandparents. Some times it would be the West Riding bus, at other times it was the United one. Until his death in 1973 Grandad, whenever possible, would walk us down to the bus stop and wait with us until the bus came.
By Jean Johnson (nee Aston)
Weddings & Christenings
The Parish Church at Hemsworth is where my parents were married and where me and my twin sisters were christened. In 1959 I was a bridesmaid for my aunt when she got married. The last time I was in the church was for my cousin's funeral a few years ago. I have a copy of this photograph on my lounge wall in my Wakefield home.
Jean Johnson (nee Aston)
The War Years From The Eyes of an 8 Year Old Boy.
I was born on Rodman Street, Woodhouse Mill on the 15th November 1931. That makes me 79 now. I remember the Second World War and the shelters in the back garden. I remember the poppy day ceremonies at the cenotaph in Woodhouse, I was a scout with Skipper Edwards as our leader. Bob Graves was the Akela for the cubs. We played Kick Can on Rodman Street in the blackout. I live in Shireoaks now but I will always remember "Wudhus mill" or "The mill" as we knew it. When the school was taken over as an emergency post, we did "home service" in Mrs Bloom's front room for a couple of hours a day, with Miss Alton (Alston?) as our teacher. What days they were!
Childhood Memories
My father, Bertram Whittingham was a native of Hemsworth, born 1892 and I am the remaining son of the family born August 1926 in a small miner's cottage located at No. 7 North View. My father was a coal miner, working at Hemsworth Colliery until his retirement. There are so many memories, I really don't know where to begin. The police station was located just before reaching Cross Hills on the right hand side. Opposite was Townsend, the butcher, with the "slaughter house" situated at the back of his shop. Next to Townsends stood the Midland Bank. At the bottom of Highfields was a stone trough where the horses would stop to drink. I can only recall 2 policemen manning the station, one of them named "Bobby Johnson". As children, we were scared to death of him. If he caught us being mischievious, he would give us a clip "round the ear hole", folowed by - "Al tell thi father wast tha's done". Time around 1932 On Kirkby Road, just past the market place,... Read more
