Arkholme

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My Ancestors are said to have originated from the walls of Thurland Castle.

Around 1706, my Ancestors are said to have originated from the walls of Thurland Castle.

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A memory of Thurland Castle contributed by James Gillentine

Grandparents

My grandparents live just off shot, and have lived there for as long as I can remember!
My grandad has sadly passed away but is still nearby, he is buried in the church yard! I remember when I first met my husband, and we went to the "fenick" for a drink while my grannie got dinner ready - my grandad was a real character!  I used to go mushroom picking in the fields, and walking across the fields to the river, I don't think I ever liked the cows though!! I saw my first birth there too, a cow in the field opposite, something I have never forgotten. What ever happened to local dialect?  I would listen to the strange way ...read more here
A memory of Claughton contributed by lindsay barton

My Early Years

On the 2nd September 1952 I was born at Manor Farm. I lived there with my parents, my maternal grandfather and two older brothers. I know my grandmother was alive when I was born but, unfortunately died soon after. My grandfather was called Seriah Butler and was the tenant of Manor Farm and when my mother Dorothy Butler married Albert Shorrock at the village church my father worked on the farm, in fact we all did.
I remember travelling down the Dykes to bring the cattle home for milking. I would sit on the handlebars of my Dads bike to help with the cows.
There was an orchard around the farmhouse and I can remember my mother making damsom jam ...read more here
A memory of Yealand Conyers contributed by Sue Tomlinson

Carnforth Lodge Lancaster Road

As a child in the 1960’s and 70’s I went several times with my family to visit Mrs Esther Pomfret (Auntie Ettie to us; she was a relation of my father's) at Carnforth Lodge, Lancaster Road.  I don't think this is shown in the photo.

The first time I went there I was fascinated by the old house.  It had a musty smell which I remember distinctly.  The very low ceilinged kitchen had a big old table in the centre.  From there a narrow passageway led to the rest of the house; on one side a sort of “snug” and dining area with a big bay window and window seat looking over the garden, and across the passage (overlooking ...read more here
A memory of Carnforth contributed by Isabel Yeo