Farsley, Parish Church c.1965
Photo ref: F86004
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A Selection of Memories from Farsley

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 Farsley

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Farsley was a great place to grow up, betwixt town and country. Mills, dams, becks, parks, stony roads, winter warmers out of clay, Meals ice cream and milk. Elmers the doctors.Frances Street School and Mr Nolan, Miss Lamb, Miss Walker, Miss Sheard, Mr Teddy Shepherd. Wesley Street, Mr Ingham, Mr Blackburn, Jimmy Walker? He loved to cane. Sledging down the Big Dipper in Red Lane. Chumping and apple ...see more
Farsley was a great place to grow up. I lived there from 1937 till 1955. As kids we had great fun playing in the beck just above the Cricket Field, before the Council Estate was built. When it was wet we played in the Cricket Stand. In winter we made winter warmers from clay we dug out of the sides of the beck. We made lanterns from the turnips in the field next to the Cricket ground. Sledging down the ...see more
We lived at No1 North Street, it's not there anymore. It was quite a steep street and when it snowed (we seemed to get snow every year in those days) we would get out the sledges and spend the evening and weekends zooming down the street. The problem with this, it made the street very slippy. The people who lived in the street would throw their ashes onto the snow to aid walking. One evening one of the lads ...see more
I moved into Land Street in 1949, age 2 and lived there until I was about 13. We lived at number 2 which is on the corner of Land Street and the street down to the Pump Well. It was good fun sledging down the street and then making the turn down to the pump well and trying to get as far as you could before running out of momentum. At 13 my father took over as Watchman at Isaac Gaunt's Grangefield ...see more