Lealholm

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My Cousin, Pam

I have a cousin living in Danby. She was Pamela May Broomfield. She married a chap with the last name of Murphy. She was a Pharmacist, the last time I knew of her. It would be great to hear from her again. Last I knew her father Ken, sent a photo of the home she lived in, in Danby, with her zoo of animals.
A memory of Danby contributed by Evelyn Jepson

Lucky Me

In 1959, when I was 8 years old I was fostered along with my brother and sister and went to live in Rosedale Abbey. Actually it was just outside Rosedale Abbey, in School Row. I attended the local village primary school and sang in the church choir along with my brother and sister. I even rang the church bell! The photographs of the village bring back such happy times. For example, during term time we used to do our sports lessons on the village green and every year we would all gather to watch the Milk Race, someting which alas is no more. I have such happy memories of the years I spent in Rosedale. The long summer holidays when we ...read more here
A memory of Rosedale Abbey contributed by Alexandra Kelland-Rosser

Featured buildings.

The large building on the left edge of the photograph is Ruswarp Mill. A mill has been here since Saxon times and the first written record of this mill appears in the Domesday book.
The name Ruswarp may have originated from the mill. The mill was water powered and the river would have been dammed to make a mill race. Dams in this area are known as 'scarps' and if the dam was made of wood, the brushwood was called 'rise'. Hence 'Risescarp' - brushwood dam.
Alternatively, it may have arisen from the use of brushwood to divert fish in to fish traps known as 'salmon hecks'. The old local term 'warp' describes ...read more here
A memory of Ruswarp contributed by Mr IW Purves

Whitby Harbour and Captain Cook's Museum

I remember going to Captain Cooks Museum that year. I don't quite remember the walk up the hill. We went through the quaint little museum. Its at that point, I guess when my father and mother lingered to see more of the museum, and me and my siblings wandered out and back down to our camper.
I remember going down the hill, and it was quite a twisty path, and buying a bag of cockles from a vendor. My parents asked me what I was eating and to their suprise it was snails. My mother was horrified. My dad just laughed. I was hungry, I would have eaten anything. I remember that day with fond memories.
A memory of Whitby contributed by Evelyn Jepson