Sowerby Memories

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I met my wife who lived in huberton a little village about a mile up the lane from sowerby, back in 1970 . We married and lived at Dean lane paying 10/6d a week for a back to back one up and one down where my son came into the world . I worked in the carpet mill of humphrys down on the river in sowerby bridge and have such warm (...Read full memory)

Sowerby holds many happy memories for me. I was born there in April 1935 and left for pastures new in 1957. Over the years I have made many visits back to my homeland from Australia. The village has changed very little apart from looking more prosperous than in my childhood, and alas most of the people I once knew have died or moved on.

I know this part of Sowerby so well as I was born in one of the cottages in the centre left of the photo. Grandma lived in the end house and my parents in the middle one. On recent visits the place has altered somewhat and is spoilt by too many cars parked around the greens, but such is progress.

This picture evokes happy memories of the village where I was born and lived for the first twenty two years of my life.  I have visited it often over the past forty years whenever I was in Yorkshire, and I still find it a lovely place to be.  Maybe it has become just a little too pristine, and unfortunately not improved by the many cars which line its avenue.