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My Escolme Childhood And Later Years
My mother was Evelyn Escolme. She was married to Reuben Escolme of Laurel Bank...he was the son of Titus. My mother worked for Seriah Butler. She was put into service at the age of 13, left her home in Barrow and worked on Seriah's farm and looked after their daughter Dorothy. My dad went to work on the railway so we left Yealand when I was little, but I spent all my school holidays at Yealand. Laurel Bank had been left to my dad and his sister Alice in my grandad's will while they were both living. When they had both died the house had been bequeathed to my eldest cousin by my late grandad Titus's will. I also lived there for three years after my parents divorced in the early 1950s. Yealand has a special place in my heart...
My Early Years
On the 2nd September 1952 I was born at Manor Farm. I lived there with my parents, my maternal grandfather and two older brothers. I know my grandmother was alive when I was born but, unfortunately died soon after. My grandfather was called Seriah Butler and was the tenant of Manor Farm and when my mother Dorothy Butler married Albert Shorrock at the village church my father worked on the farm, in fact we all did.
I remember travelling down the Dykes to bring the cattle home for milking. I would sit on the handlebars of my Dads bike to help with the cows.
There was an orchard around the farmhouse and I can remember my mother making damsom jam and plum jam and also bottling fruit in Kilner jars so we could have something good in winter. At the end of the orchard was the toilet - it was a long way when you were small, but that wasn't for long as we had the luxury of... Read more
Lancashire memories
The Castle Stores
The Stores was run by the redoubtable Joe Holmes who was in fierce competition with Chris Lewin down the lane at the Post Office. In summer the price of local tomatoes reached bargain levels!
More photos of Yealand in the 50s may be found at
http://www.rfaaplymouth.org/Family_Album/gallery/index.php
Yealand, A Beautiful Village
I lived in Yealand from 1947-52 when I came here to New Zealand with friends at the age of 17. Having little educaton and the war years I decided to come to New Zealand to farm.
I attended the Yealand school and then left to work for John Wilson on his farm. Those years are most memorable and I have fond memories of them. It is a beautifull village. I believe there are not so many farms operationable there these days. I also knew Saria Butler, mentioned in another person's memories, who lived at Manor farm. I knew the Grays at Old Hall who also came to New Zealand. I live and have farmed in the North Island of New Zealand where I met my wife and farmed at Rongotea.
Borwick Lane And Warton Crag
I lived in Warton - on Borwick Lane for the first 18 years of my life. In 1963, I was ten years old and Warton was a lovely little village. Borwick Lane was very much a quiet back road - not the busy commuter route it is today. Borwick Lane only had a row of houses from Borwick Avenue up to number 39 (Aunty Beryl's!). The next property down the lane was the Methodist Chapel. In fact we used to have Warton Sports in fields where there are now lots of houses. I loved the excitement of Sports Day, competing enthusiastically in the egg and spoon races and the sack races. I spent much of my childhood playing up Warton Crag, exploring the caves, building dens and climbing rock faces (I was a bit of a tom boy!). I used to know every tree, every cave and every limestone pavement. The crag is 'managed' now - with more footpaths, signs and styles but it still retains a... Read more
That Small Tin of Paint!
Just after my father brought Borwick Hall in 1946 I went with my mother to a shop and she brought a tin of paint. I was all of eight years old at the time and when we got back "home" I looked around and wondered just where she would start!
Carnforth Lodge Lancaster Road
As a child in the 1960’s and 70’s I went several times with my family to visit Mrs Esther Pomfret (Auntie Ettie to us; she was a relation of my father's) at Carnforth Lodge, Lancaster Road. I don't think this is shown in the photo.
The first time I went there I was fascinated by the old house. It had a musty smell which I remember distinctly. The very low ceilinged kitchen had a big old table in the centre. From there a narrow passageway led to the rest of the house; on one side a sort of “snug” and dining area with a big bay window and window seat looking over the garden, and across the passage (overlooking Lancaster Road) a long drawing room. The formal entrance hall contained a huge bell suspended on a wooden frame which Auntie Ettie had brought there from Netherbeck, the farm she’d shared with her brother Tommy Dinsdale. There it had been used to summon farmhands to meals.
Upstairs... Read more
