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Grandfather James Duckett 1901
Just starting a family history according to the 1901 census My grandparents James and Mary Duckett lived at 37 Sheffield Rd, Dronfield with their children Richard, Dennis and Frances. My mother Mary Duckett was born in 1907 in Dronfield. I remember her telling me she had a long walk to school or was it church? jJmes Duckett came from Ireland and the family was Catholic.
The Red House, 19 Church Street, Dronfield
My great-grandfather died at the Red House in 1935 and I wondered if anyone could add any further info to this? His name was John Thomas Whiteley, he was a steel inventor in New York. Any help most welcome.
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Memories of Growing up in Dronfield
I was born at 4 Chapel Yard, Dronfield on 13th September 1941. We lived with my grandma, Mrs Watson, as my dad Jack Keeble was away in Burma fighting the Japanese. It was only a small house as it was originally a Methodist or Quaker Meeting House which had been converted into two cottages. Our neighbours were Mr and Mrs King and their two sons Maurice and Brian. It was quite a lonely childhood as I had no one to play with until I started school at 5 years old. I went to The County Primary School until I was 11 years when I passed my 11 plus and went to Dronfield Grammer School.
When I was 5 my parents got one of the prefabs on Stubley Lane. It was wonderful to have a bathroom with a heated towel rail and a fridge and electric cooker. We felt really posh. Three of my brothers were born there, Stuart, Allen and Philip.When my dad was demobbed in 1948 he worked... Read more
Much Love
I, Louise Lomas, grew up at no. 58 Snape Hill Crescent, Dronfield with my mum and dad and sister Dawn and Brian Lomas and Nicola, oh and not forgetting Benjamin our border collie dog. My grandad, James Marples, lived at number 52 Snape Hill Crescent, the man I addored and loved so much, I think of him every day of my life and miss him terribly, he died November 1977, Saturday evening, while watching Starsky and Hutch! Dronfield was a lovely place, relatives lived near by and I always felt very much loved. As children then we all congregated on Chiverton Close with the Fletchers, Siddalls, Crossleys, Hardwicks, all having harmless fun - unlike today. I still drive along Snape Hill Crescent and see myself walking pass grandad's house on my way to school at 8.30 in the morning, "Night grandad", I used to yell, "Bye sweetheart" he would reply. I would sit for hours on the wall outside his house, having previously read the note from my mum, "Don't disturb... Read more
The Park
This picture is of me and my brothers in Brearley Park. I am on the see-saw with my brother John and my mum is holding my youngest brother, Paul. We always used to go to the park as often as possible and catch sticklebacks in the stream. When I was older I used to meet my friends there and also take my dog who used to go up the slide and go down the other end. It was a long time ago that will always be remembered, especially going to the park.
Playing in The Park
I remember going to the park with my two brothers and playing on the swings and slide, also catching sticklebacks in the steam at the bottom of the park. As I got older I used to take my dog to the park and he used to go down the slide.
Snowing And Floating
Can't be too specific about the year, just know I was young. Perhaps we'd not been long in our house on Carr Lane, having lived in Dronfield before. What a treasure this house was, running water, separate bedrooms and gardens, and the view from the front was fields as far as the eye could see.
There wasn't much traffic in those days, not much of anything in fact, pedestrians or animals, just the bus once an hour, the No 86 I believe, and the odd car, very odd car.
There weren't many shops either, just one local one where you basically got all of your needs, fresh crusty bread daily, made by Gunstones or Fletchers, we would go and pick a loaf up, and pick bits of crust off on the way home, and hope you didn't get into too much bother for it, then there was a Post Office at the top of the road.
There were at least two farms and two pubs and a... Read more
