Top: photo: Alan, His Mother and Sister
Middle Photo: Barrett Street on my granny’s 80th birthday (held at the co-op hall).
Cross Street is behind us and I am to the left of her.
The Barretts, Milners, Hills, Holmes, Pouncey tribes combined - all Yeadon/Guiseley/Otley/Menston families
"At 2 days old I was brought
to live at Sconce Bank, Guiseley. Sconce Bank was the bottom of Park
Road about 70 yards from the Yorkshire Rose pub (then "The
At about age three, I remember the row of outside toilets at the back across the cobbled yard.
At age 5, I was sent 2 doors up to "Farmer Strickland” to get hot milk in a stone jug straight from the cow.
Farmer Strickland’s fields were where Silverdale is now and I remember
sitting in the hay field watching the men load hay on a horse and cart.
When my mother got fed up of me she used to say "Go and play between the railway lines”.
A joke (I think), but I did, and I used to put old pennies on the rails and watch them squish out really long and thin.
Then we moved to 7 Edward Street which was close to where Morrison’s sea food counter is now.
Only 2 houses had been built - numbers 9 and 7, so the land for 5 and 3
and 1 made up our huge garden right in the centre of town. Our tenant,
Vic Burley, lived in number 9.
He had a Jaguar with no engine and standing on bricks - and he polished it with pride every Sunday morning".
"My early teens would be 1959 onwards.
My residence in Edward Street was 1951 to 1962
After that I lived on Nethercliffe Crescent when Edward Street was cleared ready for sale to Morrison’s
I went to school on Oxford Road (infants), then Greenbottom (Primary) and then Aireborough Grammar school 1959 to 1964
My mother’s mother lived on Cross Street which ran from near where Coopers wine bar is now, to Park Road.
That’s why it was called Cross Street.
As kids we used to play down the fields between Green Bottom and Coach Road and down to Esholt.
We would go down there alone at age 6 - quite normal.
At age 13, I bought a 12 bore magnum shotgun - quite legal.
Courting couples didn't have cars so much as now so the woods were full of couples ‘at it’ - quite interesting to a kid.
I used to go on trains to Morecambe from Guiseley Station - via Ilkley -
over the bridge which crossed Ilkley high street (Brook Street)
Yeadon had a railway connection and there were wooden crossing gates on
the road Ghyll Royd ? which ran from Mc Donald’s (now) to Silverdale.
It is more of a track now but was driveable then.
Regularly, I would find the crossing gates smashed to matchsticks by
runaway rail trucks from Yeadon - so I always looked before I ran across
As an early teenager I would help my dad unload railway trucks at Guiseley station.
He was a coalman for the Co-op (Now Coopers wine bar).
We used to bag up the coal with Walter Melgram and weigh it into hundredweight bags.
Walter was black, and had been a pro boxer on the boxing booths - taking on local drunks who thought they could beat him.
His face was covered in scars from all the fights.
At the end of the day, me and my dad were very black from the coal dust
but Walter was whiter than us because the coal dust didn’t stick to his
shiny white scars.
We used to sit in the trucks and laugh about that with him.