Owlthorpe Lane This was originally a cinder track located between Staton’s farm and Quarry Hill. On entering the lane there was a duck pond on the left-hand side next to the field owned by Mary Buxton which was parallel … Read More
WILLIAM DRABBLE & SONS LTD Story written by Gillian Sedgwick (nee Drabble) and John Sedgwick. The originator was John Drabble from Harthill who was apprenticed to his uncle a Mr Grant, a stone mason, living in the Pingle. … Read More
“INSIDE OF ME” There is a left side, a right side, A front and a back, A top, a bottom and an outside too, But where o’ where is the inside of me. Deep it lies ‘neath all … Read More
“MY GRAN” She was my favourite relative; she was quite small and her shoulder were very rounded. She had a very find face surrounded by soft white hair. Her hands were small with fingers all crooked with arthritis, Gran … Read More
I used to really enjoy cleaning the “Yorkshire Range” which used to catch everyone’s in my kitchen. Rising about seven in the morning, I would clean out all the dead ashes and lay paper, sticks and coal in the grate … Read More
Standing here at the bus-stop, I see opposite me a very new building named “Mosshouse”. To the left of it are renovated stone buildings which look very smart and attractive. I can remember we lived in a small cottage which … Read More
MY IMAGINARY DAUGHTER I have more or less been dominated by male company from birth. My uncles bossed me around when I was young, then my three brothers bossed me as I grew up. In those days (the twenties) … Read More
Within a second, with one unguarded step, Susan was lying flat on her back on the cold, hard, unyielding paving slabs and the ugly black vulture, the harbinger of pain was hovering over her, waiting to feed his voracious appetite … Read More
After leaving school at the age of fourteen years, circumstances delayed my obtaining a position for the next two years. Out of the blue my mother acquired a “post” for me at Blackpool for the busy season. In order to … Read More
EVER BEEN HAD Robin was jumping up and down very excitedly whilst he was waiting impatiently for me to put on my hat and coat. He was keenly interested in trains, so I had promised to take him to … Read More