Nostalgic memories of Kirkburton's local history

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I was amazed to come across this photograph. I lived at 7 The Crescent Kirkburton, from 1948 to 1966 and this is a photograph of our house. We lived next door to the Midgeley family and the Tunnicliffe family. David Broadbent lived a couple of doors away. I went to Highburton School and then to Mirfield Grammar (...Read full memory)

Seeing the familiar stance of Willie Jenks reminds me of the Saturdays when I walked from Shelley Lane with my mate Malcolm 'Pinger' Fitton to get our hair cut. We sat waiting for what seemed an eternity to an eight year-old and when eventually I sat in the chair, facing a large mirror with sink under it, Willie was too (...Read full memory)

Adding to Mr Wroe's memories, I believe that the school Headmaster in 1945 was a Mr Henry Gardam and that Mr Ronald Pearson joined the school perhaps 2 years later. In 1945, Miss Innes was the reception teacher, loved by all, and Miss Copley the second year teacher. Miss Hurst taught the (...Read full memory)

I attended Kirkburton First School (School Hill), prior to this I was sent to a Catholic school in Huddersfield, although living in Burton at the time, there was no comparison, Kirkburton School was like heaven following the Catholic school. I thought Mr. Pearson was wonderful and if you did your best he tried (...Read full memory)

The white coated figure to the right is the barber Willie Jenks,standing outside his shop.He slicked back his hair with Brylcream and specialised in short back and sides.A visit could incur moments of pain from his close cutting mechanical clippers. A little further away on the right is (...Read full memory)

I was at the local junior school, the headmaster of which was Mr Ronald Pearson,when this photo was taken.He lived just beyond and to the right of the area of the photo,in Hallas Road.My uncle Jim Wroe was at one time,Manager of Kirkburton Baths mentioned in another posting and situated close by in the (...Read full memory)

I have many fond memories of Kirkburton, I remember my old headmaster at the C of S school, Mr Pearson, my sister and I still have nightmares about him and his maypole (lol) we hated it, my fav teacher was Miss Innes. At the secondary modern school the teachers I liked best were Mr (...Read full memory)

This scene hasn't changed very much. My grandfather Archibald Barnaby Eliott live in the Co-op house which was in Low Town, 'Treacle Ole' as it was called. He used to drive a donkey-cart, delivering coal I think, round the village. My great grandma lived in a one up one down across from what used to be the old (...Read full memory)