Nostalgic memories of Cark's local history
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I attended Holker School between 1959 and 1963 and can recall the Rowes quite clearly. I made a habit of knocking at their door most morning play times when we were able to buy small packets of peanuts for two old pence from them. They were a friendly couple. I can also remember Mr Rowe performing his ventriloquist act at Christmas times. Fond memories of life in a small and supportive environment!
The house in this photograph is Lawn Cottage, Cark-In-Cartmel. It was the home to my great-great-grandfather Alfred Jackson Caton and his wife Mary. Alfred Jackson died in 1910, and it would seem from the census that by 1911 his wife and daughters were self sufficient, running a laundry and dress making service from the house.
My maternal grandma, Mrs Rowe, lived at school house as caretaker for about 40 years until she died in 1978. My mum Edith was brought up here, as were her sisters, Irene, Dorothy and Marjorie and her brother Alfred better known as" Sonny". We all, i.e. aunties, uncles and cousins, used to stop at Nanna Rowes for a few weeks in the summer holidays and I have nothing but happy memories of all the lovely people and places. ...see more
This photograph was probably taken at some time in 1967-68, a bit later than 1965, when the first council houses were built. My gran is in the photo, talking to the woman and girl. The adjacent houses where Alf Thompson lived weren't built until a year or so later than the ones shown.
This is the cottage where my maternal grandfather's family used to live. Thomas (born 1828) and Mary Hadwin had 12 children and lived all of their life in this house. Their granddaughter "Carrie", born in 1877, lived there with them, too. I'm yet to discover if the house was occupied by the Hadwins previously.
My maternal grandfather's family came from Cark in Cartmel. The cottage nearest to the bridge was/is called "Beckside". Our family know it better as "Grandma's" house. I've found that she lived there from around the time she married, which would have been in the 1850s. She and her husband, Thomas Hadwin, had 12 children. The bridge was known as "Carrie's bridge", as one of my granddad's aunts ...see more
My grandad was born here in 1923, his name was Clive John Lupton, also known as Cliff. He left when he was 17 and settled in Liverpool, but didn't speak much about the place. We returned with him in 2001 but he didn't really open up about anything, we think he had a conflict with his parents who were Gwladys Maude Faraday (maiden name) and John Lupton. My grandad has since passed away, me and my family would love to learn ...see more
My wife's family the Oldcorns live in this end house and our friend Collin Parington also lives on this row. Posted Dec 2010, hasn't changed for a hundred years.
This is my father-in-law Austin A35 parked on the road, Alf Thompson was the owner.
My wife used to live in the house on the right, Number 5 Mill Close. When we were courting I would walk her home from our nights out and we use to sit on the bridge wall. This is where I had my first kiss from her, she was 17 and I was 19 years old. We have been married now for 46 years and have two children and 4 grandchildren. This is where it all started.