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Sand Hutton| Stamford Bridge| Wilberfoss| Strensall| Huntington| Elvington| Heslington| Sutton On Derwent| Kirkham Abbey| Westow| York| Sheriff Hutton| Fulford
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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.
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.
Happy Days at Kirkham Abbey
I lived at Kirkham Abbey in a little bungalow called Sunny Side. It is no longer there now as it was pulled down. It was situated where the carpark now is for The Stone Trough. My mother and father in law lived in The Bungalows. He, Ernest James Cook, was the butler for Mrs Brotherton at Kirkham Hall. Mr Robert Hall and his wife lived and farmed there and Mr Eric Batty was station master and lived in the railway cottages. The Stone Trough wasn't a pubin those days, it was the home of Ernest Hepton. He had a garage at Whitwell on the hill. Long before I was married I used to spend a lot of time with Anne Cook who was to be come my sister in law. As children we used to play in the grounds of the abbey ruins (after the man had gone home) We swam in the river and fished in the cut and walked in the fields and... Read more
Grandparents in Service at Kirkham Hall
Both my grandparents were in service at Kirkham Hall in the 1920s and 30s. My Grandma, Annie Morris, originally from Newcastle, joined her Aunt Annie (who was cook) there when she was in her teens and started as a scullery maid and later progressed to work "upstairs". My Grandad, Albert French, came orginally from the Yorkshire Dales, and worked at the Hall as a footman. His brother was also a footman at the Hall. We have a photograph of Grandad and other staff from the Hall holding a wreath that we think was for Lord Brotherton's funeral, maybe in the early 1930s. Grandma and Grandad met at Kirkham Hall in the early 1930s and although she then worked elsewhere, they married in 1938, living first in Welburn and then, for many years in Whitwell-on-the-Hill. Grandma ran the post office there and Grandad was the postman. One very cold winter in the late 1940s Grandad broke his hip falling off his bike in the snow on Kirkham Bank, waiting many hours... Read more
Hanging on A Rope
Many a day I would walk into into York and would find time enough to walk along the Ouse River. I was approaching the railway bridge and saw four lads playing silly on a swing rope which was hanging but a few feet from the Banking side. Many times I had seen these lads or lads like them swing on the rope and get much pendulum where, when the rope with them on it was far enough high and out towards the center of the river, they'd let go and drop into the river. There, on this day, was a young lad who was roughly five feet five inches tall and was of a slender figure jumping onto the rope. He was trying to get the pendulum going, but because the wind was against him he could hardly get momentum. It was just then the rope slipped down a few feet with him hanging onto the rope in sheer fright. The rope had been tied secure... Read more
The Paardeburg Memorial.
This is the Paardeburg Memorial (the Green Howards). Due to the amalgamation of the East and West Yorkshire Regt. our name is now what the regiment has always called itself. The Green Howards Regt Association carry out the service of remembrance on the Saturday before the national day in the area of the Paardeburg Memorial and lay their wreath there.
On my Way Into Town or to Visit my Friend Steve Flanagan
Having lived in the U.S now for 35 years this photo makes me very homesick as I haven't seen the old place since 1972! I remember walking down Lord Mayor's Walk and turning the corner next to the building on the right which used to be a greengrocer shop. Our Mam used to send us here to buy daffodils. Just underneath the arch on the right of the Bar there used to be a Butcher's shop that sold great pork sausages. Just a bit farther on I'd turn right into a little lane/street where my best friend Steve Flanagan lived. His back yard looked out onto the Bar Walls which we would climb up and play on the battlements. Wonderful memories. I wonder how much the place has changed after all these years?
