The Francis Frith Collection.
You are here:

Warter

Warter photos

Displaying the first of 2 old photos of Warter.   View all Warter photos

2
View all 2 photos of Warter

Warter maps

Historic maps of Warter and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis.   View all Warter maps

Warter area books

Displaying 1 of 1 books about Warter and the local area.   View all books for this area

Warter books
View all 1 Warter and North Yorkshire books

Memories of Warter

No memories of Warter have been shared yet - be the first!
Add your memory of Warter or of a photo of Warter.

North Yorkshire memories

Flying Man of Pocklington

I remember going to Pocklington, in the effort to find family from our family tree. We went to Bishop Wilton. But, in browsing in Pocklington, we found out about the Flying Man of Pocklington. He said he could fly, and went up to the top of the highest building in the village at the time, which was the church, tied a rope to his leg, just in case, and proceed to fly off the top. He went to the extend of the rope, and slammed into the church wall. He was buried at the bottom of the wall, from where he hit the wall.
That was very amusing, I wonder what kin he still has in Pocklington ... a family skeleton no doubt ...

Brumby, Wilson The Sweet Shop. 1966 Onwards.

I can remember going to the sweet shop in front of the church and spending my pennies. It always fascinated me that a shop was also someone's home. I can recall the long summers playing out in the long orchard (probably not long at all) which was at the end of Edwins Garth, we would call on The Towse children. I must have been a real tomboy as I can't recall playing with any girls in the village.

I can still recall going to meet and see my dad at "Stivvies" Farmand being sat on the pony there.

We would go to Spring Wells and the monkey run at the top of Londesborough Road as we got older.

My favourite memory was travelling to Beverley on the train to Market Weighton with my Auntie Doris, and coming home again to mum and dad after a weekend away.

I loved to go to watch the Kiplingcoates Derby. "Fezzie" watching with my brothers and dad.

My brother... Read more

Holderness Hunt

Started work here at the Kennels, Old Joe was the head groom, Mr Harold Horbury, huntsman and Earnie, the whip. Young Starky was the terrier boy. I lodged with Mr and Mrs Horbury. Wage £2.10 - board £2.00 per week. Made friends with the Tate family. (nee Jane Jennings)

Stephensons Shop

Station Corner c1955
Enlarge photo |  More about this photo

The house on the left, when I was a child in the 60's was Stephensons Shop. We called there for sweets on our way down to Water End to visit relatives.

Station Lane

Station Lane c1965
Enlarge photo |  More about this photo

The first smallholding on the right hand side was where my relatives lived - Richard and Nellie Wiles. The house is still very much the same, but with some extensions to the house itself. The outbuildings are exactly the same. The next house was my grandparents' smallholding. The outbuildings are still there but can hardly be seen from the road. I remember the Station Master was a Mr O'Keefe. I still have a cousin living in Station Lane. Happy memories.

Stephenson's Shop

Station Corner c1955
Enlarge photo |  More about this photo

In 1939 this shop was owned by Mr and Mrs Hodgson. They were relatives of Geoff Foster who still lives in the village. I last made a purchase from Annie Hodgson in 1948. I last saw the Hodgsons in 1952 on returning from service in Malaya. I love Holme and still make regular visits.

Poplar Farm on The A614

Station Corner c1955
Enlarge photo |  More about this photo

My aunt Joyce Blacker (nee Watson), and uncle Earnest used to live here, along with my cousins, Christine, Pauline and Magaret. I think it was next to a garage with a cafe or something. They had sheep and pigs on the farm, and there was an old well in the garden that was said to be haunted by a girl that had fallen in and drowned. My cousins and I used, when my parents brought us up to Yorkshire to see my gran and grandad Watson, use the back way across the fields and over ditches to get to where my grandparents lived at Caville Hall and later when the Hall had to be demolished because the cellars, that had been built over the old moat of the older Hall, filled up with water making the Hall unsafe, Caville Cottages. ( I only have one picture of the Hall when it was an old single story building. My mum(Betty) and her 6 brothers and sisters were brought up in Caville... Read more

© Copyright 1998-2012 Frith Content Inc. All rights reserved.