Carnforth

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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
Contributed by Isabel Yeo

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

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

Hest Bank /Bolton le Sands

I lived with my grandparents in Bolton le Sands. I used to cycle to Morecambe most mornings, to J. W. Blands, painters and decorators, where I was apprenticed, hail rain and snow. I knew every inch of the coast road, the top of Hest Bank hill and down past the Cinderella Home, past the golf links and Happy Mount Park.

Lovely memories now ..
A memory of Hest Bank contributed by john wilson