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Peak Dale, Small Dale c1955
Peak Dale, Small Dale c1955 Ref: P235004
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Year: 1948
Loss Of A School Chum
I was born in Peak Dale 6.9.40, at which time Peak Dale was very much a limestone quarry village. As it is coming round to Easter it reminds me of the first tragic loss that I vividly remember. While we were in school our teacher asked us to bring some pussy willow for the setting up of our Easter decorations. A boy named Brian Sidall who always eager to please said he knew where the best Pussy Willow could be found but he wouldn't tell any of us where it was in case we got there first. Brian lived in the first house of a little row of quarry houses just inside the entrance of a quarry. He got up one morning and went to get the Pussy Willow. He hadn't told anyone that it was growing out of a crack on a ledge half way up the quarry face which was brash and bitting and totally unsafe. Brian knew how to get up to it and as he was collecting it he fell tragicly to his death aged approx 8 years old. This is my first real memory of the village where I was born and lived for 47 years. I have hundreds of GOOD memories of this little village which was completly self contained in those days with three Co op shops, two chip shops and numerous front room shops, hairdresser, cobblers, taxi firm and railway station. This memory is not my favourite memory but it always springs to the front of my mind when I think about the old days and the tragic loss to his family and all of us at such a young age. God Bless the memory of Brian. Last edited: 29/02/2008 09:18 by Donald Keworth |
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Year: 1952
Paper Boy A memory of Wormhill, Derbyshire I was a 16 year old boy and lived with my family on a hillside opposite Tunstead quarry known as The Lees. Every Sunday morning I would pick up the papers (News of the World , People etc) on my bicycle from the post office in Peak Dale, sort them out into household lots and then ride the path through to the bottom of Wormhill and deliver them to the individual houses and farms finishing at a Mansion type house with a High stone wall around it at the very top of the village. Walking through the farmyards and fields sometimes had its dangers and I was chased more than once by the odd Bull, scattering the papers in the mud and having to explain to the next household why the headlines were unreadable. Sometimes in winter I would have to walk it as the snow was too deep to ride my bike through. I have many fond memories of the area. At first we lived in Peak Dale and I went to Kents Baank school in Buxton. Sometimes we could not attend as the buses could not get up the "Monkey Hill" because of snow and ice on the road. After living in Meadow Ave (No 38 I think) we later moved to The Lees, halfway between the two villages, into one of the only two houses on the hillside. By then I was being schooled at Stockport Tech and cycled every day to Peak Forest station to catch the 8-15am Manchester express, and arriving back on the "Ferodo" workers train from Chapel-en-le-Frith at 6-15pm. My father was an electrician for ICI at Tunstead quarry. Soon after he was killed in a works accident, my mother decided to move back to Stockport where we had originally come from Posted: 01/08/2008 12:08 by Don Edwards |
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Year: 1920s
James S. Blair A memory of Buxton, Derbyshire My great grandfather was James Simoson Blair. He lived at Moorcroft in Buxton up to 1927. When he died he was quite a prominent figure and was captain of the golf club, and a trophey is presented each year even now in memory of him. Does anyone know or have information on him or the family? Thanks. Last edited: 12/05/2008 09:29 by Jeanette Czyzyk |
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 Buxton, Pavilion Gardens, Concert Hall 1932 (ref: 85226) |
Year: 1930s
Tuesdays A memory of Buxton, Derbyshire On Tuesday afternoon we could go with the class at school to listen to the orchestra playing there for the sum of one penny. I think the conductor was Maurice Miles. Last edited: 23/01/2007 18:32 by Sylvia Dukesell |
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 Buxton, Haddon Hall Hydro 1903 (ref: 49874) |
Year: 1920s
My Maternal Grandfather Was A Waiter Here A memory of Buxton, Derbyshire I remember my mother telling me that my grandad used to work there, also my uncle. Last edited: 23/01/2007 18:33 by Sylvia Dukesell |
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