South Kirkby, The Colliery c.1965
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Memories of South Kirkby, the Colliery c1965

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. These memories are of South Kirkby, The Colliery c.1965

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I have lovely memories of albert street mill lane coming over here to live from leeds we got a house on albert street i was only four but remembet pushing my little pram over the lockies to my grandad tonges who lived onfeatherstone villas every one helped eachother then and you knew who your neighbours where not like today ! happy memories.....
Regarding your message, Jennifer Paley nee Bradford. It was so good to see the picture of Invicta Knitting Mills again and to hear you had worked there. It was very sad to see it today, as my father in law Mr. John Briddon owned it, retiring from the business about 1958., and apart from myself, the only other Briddon left was his daughter, who died a week ago. Strange that I should read your message at this time, but thankyou for letting me see the old place again. Maureen Briddon
I have chosen 1958 as, being born in 1954, my memories start from around then. Angie, my sister in crime, who was 18 months older than me, was a big influence, always game for adventure. Nothing phased her! We, along with our other siblings, spent a lot of time outside. None of that sitting in front of computers, or televisions then...We were hardy Yorkie gals, and rain or shine we always out ...see more
I remember the snows of 1963, I was four, looking out of our bedroom window on Camp Road and the snow was drifted up to the windowsill! Gorgeous memories of our bedroom fire making shapes on the ceiling and being warm as toast as me and my brothers listened to the howling north wind outside. Our dear dad, Jim Taylor, fought (or tunneled) his way to Kirkby pit in the morning only to find just a handful of guys had ...see more