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MY TURTON AND EDGWORTH ANCESTORS - 1730
MY PATERNAL ANCESTORS CAME FROM TURTON AND QUARLTON, AS WELL AS SURROUNDING AREAS.
JAMES GARTSIDE OF TURTON MARRIED JANE ISHERWOOD OF QUARLTON AT BOLTON PARISH CHURCH OF ST PETER IN 1730.
THEY HAD AT LEAST 2 CHILDREN:
ELIZABETH/BETTY WHO MARRIED ARTHUR KAY IN 1750 AT ST PETER'S.
JOHN WHO MARRIED 1. AN ALICE (4 CHILDREN) AND 2. BETTY BROOKS (ABOUT 6 CHILDREN.)
THE DESCENDANTS OF JAMES AND JANE WERE ALL FARMERS AND WEAVERS AROUND TURTON.
CAROLYN WILSON. 11TH MAY, 2007
Lancashire memories
Windsor Road
We moved to Bromley Cross about 1947 just before my sister Virginia was born, it was a lovely new prefab, but I don't remember much about the inside of it apart from the wood-burning stove, that sticks in my mind for some reason. When it was thundering and lightning Mum would sit with us children on the back step and we would watch as the lightning snaked through the sky. A couple of years later they started to build new houses across the road and my Mum knew the councillor Mr Dart, I think he asked her which one she would like and she told him the one on the corner. That is how we came to live at 32 Windsor Rd.
In those days no-one had central heating, so in the winter it was very cold and we used to sit round the fire which my Dad used to light with scrunched up newspapers and firelighters. The fire heated the hot water for our baths. Mum had green... Read more
Childhood in Affetside
Born at Baxterhead Farm in 1938, later lived at Butcherhead Farm. Attended village school, teacher Miss Davies, at playtime end she would blow a cuckoo whistle. Had to go to Sunday school but had to walk to Hawkshaw with my sister to church. Cars were a very rare sight, there was a bus every hour, it started from 200 yards up from the Pack Horse Inn next to the village shop, which was called Mynas, or you could walk down to the Bulls Head at the bottom of Watling Street and catch the Ribble bus to Tottington where I went with my mum to the Co-op. I used to walk to Tottinton on Saturday morning to go to the Palace cinema for the children's matinee, Roy Rogers, 'Flash Gordan' I remenber was the serial, always leaving you in suspense. The cinema has long gone and is now the health centre. Christmas 1944 a flying bomb landed across the road, destroying houses and killing 7 people, it was the talk of... Read more
Farming in Harwood
We lived at Bury Meadows Farm, Roading Brook Road, Harwood near Bolton Lancs, by the time I'd written that down everybody else had been waiting ages at Bradshaw School. My sister Janet and I had many happy years at Bradshaw School with our cousins, John and Margaret Dewhurst who lived at Springfield on Roading Brook Road. Mr and Mrs Barker ran the school as headteachers. My first teacher was Miss Ivel. I loved school and we used to go to Brownies there. We were both in the Sprites, brave and helpful like the Knights. My friend was Rachel Dover. Because we were farming children we had freedom to roam and we did - all over what is now Harwood Golf Course and beyond. We used to dare to creep up on Alfie Blake and look thru' his farmhouse window. Arnold was our dairyman at Old Holts where my darling Granny - Marian Parker - lived, it was just up the field from our house. Arnold was a really good singer and used... Read more
13 Hardy Mill
My dad was away fighting in the war, so mum and I moved to live with my granny and grandad at 13 Hardy Mill Rd. I remember from about 1945 I had a special friend called Desiree and we used to play across the road where there was a river, many times we got home with our feet wet and got a smack for it. My granny was very strict , she had to be, she had brought up 10 children on just a policeman's wage, grandad was the local bobby and granny used to take in washing from the local butcher to supplement his wage. When she said to do something you did it, no arguing.
Dad must have been home on leave at some time as I had a baby brother born in 1943, he died when he was 10 mths old of convulsions. Dad never got to see him.
Harwood was a fairly quiet neighbourhood, not many people had cars in those days, but the little... Read more
Happy Days
I was born in Shuttleworth and have happy memories.I went to St John's church and was in the choir. I was Rose Queen at the age of 7 (not quite sure on my age then but it is close enough). I also remember Saturday nights when we went to the dance, I remember watching my mum and dad waltz round the hall, they danced so lovely. I was in some shows we had in the Sunday School, I was once a dwarf, what a laugh we all had with that. I remember with love the vicar Mr Robinson,what a lovely man he was, when he left the church in Shuttleworth there was a big party for him and I remember everyone was in tears that night ..
My time in Shuttleworth was so happy which I will always remember with affection, not only growing up with all my lovely family but with all the friends I had ..
#69 Broadway
I was only 11yrs old when we moved from Helmshore to America. Helmshore was a wonderful place to have your childhood.
Sometime between 1963 and 1965 we built a snowman that made the front page of the local paper, that year was a huge snow storm. There was a shop called Joyces on Broadway, where we bought the nice gifts. I remember attending Helmshore primary school till May of 1965. The headmaster was Mr Jenkins, and the top class teacher was Mr Smith. In those days the punishment was too extreame hard and cruel, but I survived. Apart from that I have fond memories,and I must say the
steam train rides were great.
Peter Chadderton
