Gisburn

Read and share memories of Gisburn and Lancashire inspired by Frith photos

Todber caravan park, bonfire nights

Does anybody reading this remember Tom Varley's steam museum/bonfire nights in the big brick barn with the music from the engines and parch peas, hotpots and bonfire on top of the hill. Or the little pool in the first static field in the bottom left corner. Or the outside toilet blocks with the handringer outside and big pot sinks that sometimes small children were washed in. My memories of Todber go from 1972- 82, does anybody else remembers anything from that time? The field day on the playing field in the village or walking down to the cattle market from Todber for something to do? No computers in those days.
Contributed by patricia breakell

Todber caravan park, bonfire nights

Does anybody reading this remember Tom Varley's steam museum/bonfire nights in the big brick barn with the music from the engines and parch peas, hotpots and bonfire on top of the hill. Or the little pool in the first static field in the bottom left corner. Or the outside toilet blocks with the handringer outside and big pot sinks that sometimes small children were washed in. My memories of Todber go from 1972- 82, does anybody else remembers anything from that time? The field day on the playing field in the village or walking down to the cattle market from Todber for something to do? No computers in those days.
A memory of Gisburn contributed by patricia breakell

My Mum's hairdressing salon

Right on the end of this barn, hidden from view was a small irregular building with it's own door. It had been a small butchers shop some time before my Mum and Dad bought it as a hairdressing salon for my mum to use as a little business.

It had no heating, just two yellow sinks and chairs, a couple of work stations and a telephone table where the phone, appointment book and till sat.

Surprisingly the business did really well. My Dad was the local 'bobby' and so knew everyone in the area. I remember helping out in the school holidays and hearing an old tractor pull up outside - a farmer, hair full of hay, ...read more here
A memory of Bolton By Bowland contributed by gail armstrong

my first day in Barlick

My first memory of Barnoldswick was coming off a laycocks bus on station road outside the conservative club, it was a lovely july morning, wakes week as it was called then. my reason for the visit was to see my sister Margaret Honeyman, who had moved here a year or two previousley With me on this visit was my sister Mary, and her husband Jimmy Ritchie, and my older brother George Brennan.
The town was completely deserted, it seemed as though we were the only ones stood on station road, and anywhere else on the town for that matter, every shop on Church street was closed, baring in mind that this was about 8.45 am on a saturday morning i ...read more here
A memory of Barnoldswick contributed by angus brennan