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North Yorkshire memories
Dent School
In 1946-7 I lived at Peggleside. I can remember the German POWs (who were billeted at Sedbergh Workhouse) clearing the snow off the road to Dent with shovels. Not sure how often the school taxi got us to school but I can remember sitting in class with our overcoats on. There were 3 teachers, Miss Clark (seniors), Mrs Smith (juniors) and Mrs Lilley (infants). I remember one year (1947?) starting school after the summer holidays. In the garden at the end of the boys' playground was a plum tree covered in ripe plums, just out of reach. I can still recall Tupper Gardner poised on the top of the wall and then leaping off and grabbing one of the main branches of the plum tree before plunging to the ground with a crash complete with branch and plums. The next morning there was a rather irate gentleman at the school demanding to know who the culprit was. I can't remember what the outcome was.
Town End Farm in High Casterton
My family owned Town End farm in High Casterton from (at least) the mid 1600s to 1878. It was originally owned by Nicholas Hynde, but was inherited by his daughter Jane who married Joseph Baylie/Bayley, and was handed down through the family until it was sold by James Bayley in 1878.
I'd appreciate any information available about life in old Casterton, or about Town End farm (corner Well Lane and Chapel House Lane) in particular.
Greenside
I used to live in the house to the right of this photo [not shown] in the 1960s. It was a big river to a 9yr old and the fun my sisters and I used to have was in my mind a lot better than p/stations. It was a super village and I hope it still is. Best regards - Bill.
Racing The Flood
This story was related to me over 60 years ago. I have never had it verified,
so how true it is I don't know.
One day a family was haytiming up river from Sedbergh when they saw a wall
of water coming down the river. Realising that the workmen building Birks dam
(Mill Weir) would be caught by the flood one of the family jumped on his penny farthing
bike and raced the flood to Birks. He just had time to warn the workmen who scrambled clear just before the flood swept away their barrows and tools.
I wonder if this might be related to the massive cloudburst that hit Grizedale all those
years ago? Perhaps someone could see if the dates of the cloudburst and the building of
the dam coincide
Sedbergh, Foster's Mill 1891.
This mill was built by my ancestor, Robert Foster.
Horse Riding Holiday
My first holiday without my parents! Horse riding and being lucky enough to stay at the Royal Hotel. There were stables at the back. At 11 years old and being with boys and girls older than me it was a shock! Oh, you don't dip your bread in your soup! And you are using your dessert spoon! Pooooo, not to mention the apple pie bed they made, top sheet folded! My first kiss on the cricket field, being pushed in the very cold river at Devels bridge. Falling in the river with my horse Simon, a little white pony with an attitude! I put the girth on too loose! Loved it! Kirby Longsdale will always be my best holiday without my mum and dad!
The Bridge Inn Brough
I was born in the Bridge Inn, Main Street, Brough, Westmorland, on December 6, 1927. My mother recalls the weather to have been very stormy with heavy falls of snow. My father, William Norman Stell, was the manager of the inn & the licencee was his mother, Elizabeth Ann Stell. My mother was Sarah Martha Stell & had two other sons, John Walter Stell & William Norman Stell ,aged 6 & 4, who went to the local school. My father was a talented pianist & also ran a band. We moved to Durham City in 1930 where my father & mother were stewards of the Conservative Club.
In both photographs the very substantial building on the left is clearly the Bridge Inn. I am very grateful to have these photograhs to add to my family history portfolio.
