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Arkholme, Main Street 1989 photo

Arkholme, Main Street 1989

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Arkholme maps

Historic maps of Arkholme and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis.   View all Arkholme maps

Arkholme map

Historic map of Arkholme

Lancashire map

Illustrated Victorian map of Lancashire

Arkholme map

Historic Map of any Arkholme postcode

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Memories of Arkholme

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Lancashire memories

Dancing

My memories are of dancing in the Castle Hotel, in the upstairs ballroom before the new vilage hall was built.

Shared on Monday, June 29, 2009 by Ted Holmes.

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.

gillentineje@yahoo.com if you would like to contact me.

Shared on Monday, May 14, 2007 by James Gillentine.

That small tin of paint!

Just after my father brought Borwick Hall in 1946 I went with my mother to a shop and she brought a tin of paint. I was all of eight years old at the time and when we got back "home" I looked around and wondered just where she would start!

Shared on Tuesday, May 26, 2009

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 my grandad spoke, fascinated as I struggled to understand what he was saying! Good job my dad could translate, something I then did for my husband!

Shared on Wednesday, October 25, 2006 by Lindsay Barton.