Slaidburn, Church Street 1921
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Now very much part of Lancashire, the village of Slaidburn was in Yorkshire at the time of our photograph. Slaid means 'flat marshy ground', burn is the Old English word for brook, so the name means 'flat marshy ground by the brook', which describes the area well. The Black Bull public house on the left was later to become a Youth Hostel. Note the very large board with the landlord's name (A Walker) on it. This was the local custom at the turn of the 19th/20th century, and it led to many pubs taking the landlord's name or nickname as their name in later years. This is where Church Street meets Chapel Street. On the right we see the famous Hark to Bounty Inn, which was used as an area court house.

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A Selection of Memories from Slaidburn

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 Slaidburn

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My father, Ken Hatton, worked as a surveyor with Cementation, a civil engineering company from Bentley Nr. Doncaster. They were driving a water tunnel under the Trough of Bowland. At that time we lived in Clitheroe at 12 Windsor Avenue off Henthorn Road. I remember going down Low Moor to a beauty spot known locally as "little Blackpool" on the River Lune, for some reason I always associate it with ...see more
My first introduction to Slaidburn was in the middle of the very cold and snowy winter of 1949-50. I had just driven down from Inverness to this charming Lancashire village with my Dad. It had been a long, cold drive in a 1938 Morris roadster car, loaded with luggage and a big tool box. I was to begin a new job working for Cementation Ltd where my father also worked. The contract was to drill a tunnel ...see more