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Historic maps of Wragby and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Wragby maps
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Ackworth| Featherstone| Pontefract| Normanton| South Kirkby| Altofts| Royston| South Elmsall| Castleford| Cudworth| Wakefield| Ferrybridge| Stapleton| Knottingley| Brotherton| Staincross
Wragby area books
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The 1940s
I remember going to the local primary school at the top of Second Avenue from the age of 3. Mrs Dobson was head of the Infants School and Mr Perry was head of the Junior School. We slept in the hall in the early days of our school lives; I had a blanket with a rabbit motif on it. I still slept with my thumb in my mouth. In junior school our playing fields were ploughed up for vegetables because of the war years. Mr Perry had a farm in the village and so it was natural enough for him to farm the playing fields when everyone was being asked to 'dig for victory'. During the war we were bombed once - a bomb fell in what were called the Bullfields which were just beyond the school. The story was that some German engineers had worked at the colliery before the war and passed on information to the German High Command. My... Read more
Grandparents
In the 1950s every summer school holiday my parents used to drive up to Ackworth, drop us kids off with our grandparents and pick us up 6 weeks later. I loved every minute of it. Coming from the hustle and bustle of Portsmouth it was like a breath of fresh air. Eric and Annie, or Little Nan as we called her, were much loved. Grandad used to take me down to the North family farm where he worked. I can remember having my first kiss in Bell Lane Terrace, I was 10 and she was 15, her name was Alice.
The Prettiest Girl in The World
The prettiest girl in the world lived in Weeland Crescent, Sharlston Common with her mum and dad, the year was 1967, she was 20 years old. The song 'Silence is Golden' was at number one. Sheila with her long blonde hair' [Dusty Springfield comes to mind] was absolutely stunning. Thanks for the dance Sheila M.
Before They Were Built
WHEN I WAS A KID THIS WAS THE SITE OF A FARM IN THE 1940s ( I think it belonged to farmer Copley). THE BIG HOUSE IN THE BACKGROUND BELONGED TO DR MARJERY. THE HOUSE IS STILL THERE BUT THE SURGERY WAS KNOCKED DOWN, AND WAS RESITED NEXT TO ST THOMAS' CHURCH.
A Good Time To Be Living In Featherstone
I was 10 when Featherstone Rovers beat Wigan and Leigh in getting to the Wembley final. We lived in the school house immediately opposite the entrance on Post Office Road. What a wonderful period in history of the town.
I was born on Vicarage Lane and schooled at Regent Street and then George Street Junior School. Eventually Normanton Grammer school.
I have wonderful memories of the town despite it being a pretty grim place.
I still visit the town whenever I return to Yorkshire, but never recognise anyone despite the town being largely unchanged.
Neil Wilford. neil.wilford@tiscali.co.uk
You Are Dead Right
It is Green lane but I remember this spot as Cressys Corner,my dad Bill Atkinson used to sit on the seat during the day Until the Green Lane Club opened ,Then after dark it was a favorate spot for us to gather,As IRecall lBill Major Colin Jaques Keith Bullock Carl Farington Pat Sutton to name but a few ,I live in Retford now and when I am it the area I always drive up Green lane ,and apart from once meeting Ian Dransfield I have never seen any one that I used to know.
Growing up in North Featherstone
I remember a happy childhood, playing in the streets with my best friends Joyce Dean, Linda Perry & Maureen Beaumont amongst many, we had quite a large gang,
playing rounders or sitting around telling ghost stories, we also used to take peoples babies for a walk and go to Pontefract Park.The school we attended was Gordon Street and my favourite teacher as I grew older was Mr Kearsley. I remember going to the Working Mens Club and having crisps and Pop and the annual trip to Scarborough or Bridlington. My favourite memory was bonfire night and my Dad would be buying crackers for weeks before hand and we would collect wood, my mam made toffee and hot peas and we baked potato's on the bonfire, what a way to go mmmm
