Dacre Banks, From The Youth Hostel c.1955
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Photo of Dacre Banks, From The Youth Hostel c.1955

A Selection of Memories from Dacre Banks

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Dacre Banks

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My mother and I were evacuated to Dacre Banks in 1941 when I was only 1 year old. We stayed until I was 4 and my first memories are at Dacre Banks. We lived on a farm just outside the village, where we had to walk up to the railway line, cross the line and then the farm with two houses was on the right. We lived in the first house and my first memories are of the farm. The kitchen had a 'stable' door where an ...see more
I was born in Dacre Banks and remember the Wilsons very well, as my brother Peter and I used to play with them as kids. We lived at the bottom of the lane coming from the Wilson's house just across the road at Woodbine Cottage. I have been living in the UAE for the last 20 years but this month I am coming home to Dacre, the only place I ever wanted to live.
Michael and Jimmy. I grew up in no1 Springfield Villa, next to Don and Vera and opposite Barry and Andrea. I have many happy memories of growing up there. I married in 91 at Dacre Church and my 4 children were christened there. I was gutted when my parents left there for Baggy. I used to sit and make shell animals with Vera! Michael, I used to take you out in your pram. How lovely to hear about his little area of Dacre. (My surname was Carr)
I was born in 1952 and lived in Dacre Banks until I was 20. When I was young I can remember watching the once weekly goods train shunting at Dacre. Sadly my father (D J R Wilson) who lived there died 4th Aug 2009 so from going there every Sunday to see him, I have very little reason to go, so not only did I lose my father but I lost what I consider to be my home.