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Historic maps of Walsden and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Walsden maps
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Memories of Walsden
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Rough Stones Farm
This photo is of Rough Stones Farm, Walsden which in 1960 was owned by my grandfather and is still in the family.
West Yorkshire memories
Broad Street, Todmorden
My dad was born on Broad Street in Todmorden in 1913. I visited there from Canada in 1983 and again in 1999 to see the house and as of that time, it was still standing. I would have loved to have seen the inside, but didn't have the nerve to knock on the door. The whole family left in 1923 for Canada.
Sharon
Croft Farm
My memory is a life time! I first came to Croft Farm, just above Lumbutts when I was 18 months old. My dear, dear Aunty Kath and Uncle Geoff lived there then. She was my mother's, sister's, sister-in law - so absolutely no blood relation to me! But both Aunty Kath and Uncle Geoff turned out to be better than my own parents to me. Oh! don't get me wrong, mum and dad were good, but dad died when I was 13, and mum never recovered. Aunty Kath and Uncle Geoff picked up where they left off. He gave me away when I got married.
There are far, far too many memories for me to write down here. I spent all of my summers at Croft Farm, and I thank God every day for them. There was walking and exploring on the tops, with the Wareing children, there was milking in the mornings and evenings, collecting eggs, haymaking, riding on the hay cart and on the tractor, the silence... Read more
I Lived Here
This was the first home I ever knew and remains, to this day, the one I hold as the true definition of 'home'. Waterloo House was where I was brought as a newborn in June 1974, and where I lived so happily until 1980 when we were, sadly, forced to sell up and leave. I have countless memories, from toboganning down the fields in the deepest snow ever (which sometimes blocked the doors and entirely covered the downstairs windows - my dad having to climb out of the upstaris to dig us free) to standing in the sunshine waiting for my daddy to return from work over the crest of the hill along the road.
I believe the house to have been haunted, quite extensively. Certainly not one of my family can report that nothing unusual happened to them while they lived there. But then thats personal opinion. What do you believe?
And also worthy of note - the view from behind the house is surely one of... Read more
The Railway Runs by Their Doorstep
41 years of their 50 years of married life, Mr & Mrs Joshua Turner of 1 Station Cottages, Hebden Bridge had more than 200 trains a day passing by their doorstep, the trains never caused them any trouble. Their home was just below the platform of Hebden Bridge Station. Mr & Mrs Turner were natives of Halifax. They had 13 children. Two of their daughters served in the Womens Land Army.
Wadsworth Joyce
I was born derrick wadswoth, but never knew my mother.Iwas adopted by Cyril&Dorothy wright,ifound out this from my mate.Ihave recently found my birth family,and found I have 1brother 1 sister 1 half brother and 3 half sisters.
Ripponden Expands
my name is Bronwyn Huggon nee Hicks. I remember Brig Royd being built and seeing Miss Eyres who lived in the big house being driven in her horse drawn carriage. What wonderful days we had at the Gala waiting to see who became Miss Ripponden or who was chosen to be the Rose Queen. I remember the parade, the food and the field races. Then came the At Homes when we all imagined ourselves to be the stars of the stage. I have happy memories of Mr. Brigham (Vicar) who used to open his house so we could practice our lines for the plays we performed.
When The Lords Mayors Ball was on in the Conservative Club we were allowed to stand in Royds Lane and see the Ladies arrive in their finery. We went to the dances at the Club young and old, and the Pantomimes were something else, all great family fun.
