Nostalgic memories of Bramhope's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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I remember the walk to the Methodist Church in the Village, and the long journey to and from St. Henry's Grammar School. For some reason a Mr. Farrar sticks in my memory, who taught us to swim in the round swimming pool that had no shallow end, but a centre bollard that we launched ourselves towards. I believe that the third photo from the end, in this link, shows me and my two brothers. https://www.flickr.com/photos/22326055@N06/sets/72157626819008663/
where on earth do I start, well lets have a bash, do remember when you were a small child. and the staff, ie sisters, the principal, his deputy, the carpenter,the gardener, the matron in the cottage hospital,the baker, the mainternance men,and so on. I will run of a few nams, mr and mrs farrer,house parents, the principal mr eaglestone. mr falkerner, his deputy,the ...see more
I went to Old Bramhope in 1934 at the age of one, and was there until 1948, when my father retired as Governor. I was at the school on site until 1943, and was in the Cubs and Scouts. I'm still in touch with a number of old boys and girls, and for a while with former members of staff, but of these there is only Yvonne Warburton left since Nancie Longbottom died a couple of years ago, well into her ninties. I've ...see more
In 1941, shortly before my sixth birthday, I arrived at what was then a large branch of the National Children's Home & Orphanage, at Old Bramhope. To get there I had enjoyed an exciting (for me) train journey from Kings Cross (London) to Leeds Central Station. There followed a walk (I was carried) to Cookridge Street, then a bus to the bottom of Old Pool Bank, and then the long, steep climb up to the top of the ...see more