OLD MIRFIELD DAYS - Mirfield - A Second Look

More documents

Recommendations

Info

PREFACE F. G. Pilling writes from a rich experience of Mirfield's fascinating past. People predominate more than places — Witches, Gypsies, Luddites. Farm Workers, Tradesmen and many others. Facet upon facet of Victorian and Edwardian village life flash before our eyes as the author draws on his storehouse of memories, to give us a new vision of Mirfield's past, as we share the joys and sorrows of a village community and trace ever changing historical events. F. G. Pilling is a local artist of some repute and in many of his paintings he has captured the sights of old Mirfield. GEORGE WOLSTENHOLME Author of "Peeps into the Postcard Past" ******************** “One Last Time” combines both of F.G. Pillings “Old Mirfield Days, Old Mirfield Ways” books. The second book “One More Time” differed only slightly from the first and these differences have been combined to form this new 2003 edition. Both original books are long out of print and the library’s copies are falling to pieces. Rather than letting the memories fade along with those books. This new volume makes it possible for future generations to share Bertie’s memories for at least a few more years. This edition most certainly breaks his copyright, but I would like to think he would welcome the chance for his memories of the town he loved to be passed on to future generations. I have endeavoured to leave the text much has Bertie wrote it, but I have taken the liberty of adding a few more pictures. ____________________________________________________________ Published by F. G. Pilling (Copyright, 1977) 1
INTRODUCTION DURING a long life spent solely in this lovely village, I have listened to a thousand tales and told a thousand more, some to make you laugh, some to make you cry. Some I dare not tell again to anybody, but on lots of occasions, perhaps after a good laugh, or when they have wiped their tears away, the listener will have said "you should write all these tales down they are the life of the place". So here goes. My folks have not been far away from these hillsides for several hundred years, my wife's folk too, she is George Walker's grand-daughter, the George Walker of Geo. Walker's Leather Mill at Kitson Hill, so you may safely say that we are heafted, Our story is largely geared to the horse period, motors had not arrived yet. Horses, I suppose are my first love, inherited, I should say from my parents, whose people were both in the livestock business, a daub which I have had the good fortune to be able to continue. The horse is usually associated with a more leisurely approach to life and its problems, although there was a greater degree of organisation in a business which was horse operated, than we are apt to be aware, the stagecoach period is an example of a very tight timetable, my father drove one when he was in his early twenties, those were the days eh? Generally, horses got you there and back and were fairly reliable. The period which our story covers, roughly 150 years, was a make or break time for the area, until perhaps twenty five years ago, we had survived more or less intact now the face of the village is scarred and blurred almost beyond recognition, but it is still a lovely place, walk on Eastthorpe Lane on a summer's morning, see the few stalls in front of the "Bull", look in Charlie Ramsden's shop, Jonas Beardsell, Herbert Senior, Jackson's Boot Shop, Smiths, all tied up with the past—long may they continue to do so. The survival of the area over a long period was made safe by the efforts of a few well known families whose knowledge of the skills required, both in Industry, Building and Agriculture, enabled the village to generally, not only to survive, but to keep abreast of the altering times, as long as we have plenty of Ellis's, Sheard's, Jackson's and of course any amount of more good people we can look forward to a continuance of the place as we know it. For a lot of my information I relied on a source on tap at home. I have nine brothers and sisters, some of whom would be nearly 100 years old had they lived, they were blessed with good memories and could go back to the year dot nearly between them they had a huge fund of records of the long past. May God Rest Them. 2 F. G, PILLING.
Page 1: ONE LAST TIME OLD MIRFIELD DAYS & W
Page 5 and 6: home, and the song gets fast in mi
Page 7 and 8: CHAPTER 2 AS we leave the Water Roy
Page 9 and 10: CHAPTER 3 JUST by the gatehouse is
Page 11 and 12: CHAPTER 4 THERE was a wonderful car
Page 13 and 14: CHAPTER 5 TOMORROW be ready in good
Page 15 and 16: CHAPTER 6 LOOK over the river and y
Page 17 and 18: front of the pub, alongside Butt En
Page 19 and 20: the North wind would blow. But he w
Page 21 and 22: Watch that cock pheasant tread dain
Page 23 and 24: worst thing would come to pass and
Page 25 and 26: heavy sledge with broad wooden skid
Page 27 and 28: shovelful of coal and was eventuall
Page 29 and 30: CHAPTER 9 For a long time the Oakes
Page 31 and 32: of Hopton, and only recently I saw
Page 33 and 34: Hopton, but I can well remember lad
Page 35 and 36: THE DRUMMER BOY Come on mi Lads, mi
Page 37 and 38: contested; actually, at the time of
Page 39 and 40: CLAIRE Our river sluthered over the
Page 41 and 42: PIPERS I listened intently and thou
Page 43 and 44: monkeys in our village without tack

OLD MIRFIELD DAYS - Mirfield - A Second Look

You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles

Delete template?

Save as template?