Stanley History Online
Do You Remember?
Do You Remember?
On this page we invite you to wallow in Stanley nostalgia. Whether you are young or old, new to Stanley or have lived here all your life, or now live away in far flung places, send us you memories; the funny, the uplifting, the tragic, the gossip (not too racy though,we do not want to offend anyone!),the characters you remember etc. We would love your input and look forward to hearing from you.
Can you help with the location of this photo?
This photo which we belive could be Hatfeild Lodge is courtesy of Samantha Crockett
We believe the above photo to be of Hatfeild Lodge from around 1900
This building stood opposite The Graziers on Aberford Road at the bottom of The Hatfeild Hall driveway. If anyone can help confirm this could you please contact us?
By Nigel Schofield
I am from Castleford and am currently tracing my family tree. I recently found out, my Grandfather Schofield, and my Great Grand Father both lived in Stanley. I came across the website which is very interesting by the way, especially the Kirkfield Place page. I discovered my Great Grand Father lived at 13 Kirkfield Place from his wedding certificate in 1905, his name being Joseph Henry Schofield and his father was called James. James was a boatman or waterman. If anyone can help with information about the Schofield family can you please contact the website.
Moorhouse Grove Community Centre
The following picture was taken outside The Railway Hotel, Aberford Road (467 Aberford Road, the number is to the left of door) in Stanley, it was sent to us by Beverley Field who is researching her family history. She would like to know if anyone knows the story behind this photo that includes her Great Grand Father X3 John Field. John was also a local councillor. If you have any information about the photo, the community centre, or the people in it please contact us.
By Hazel Gomersal (nee Evans)
I remember Chapel Street fondly as myself and my two brothers David and Michael grew up there, the back street as we used to call it had loads of open fields which we would happily play for hours , the fields sadly were turned into what we used to call the Barratt house estate. At the top of Chapel Street used to be a large chapel hence the name that used to store furniture for the Stanley walker group. Just at the top of the street on Long Causeway lived the Pettinger's, I lived next door to the Austin’s and I remember the Hargreave's and the Brook family from Long Causeway I used to be friends with Theresa Vicker's whose mum and dad had the Travellers pub, I also remember the football field in front of our house and the rugby field adjacent to this, this also sadly made way for yet more housing, I also remember there being a small shop halfway down Long Causeway where I could purchase a cornet with a lolly and flake in for two pence, I used to purchase these with money from my job as a paper girl delivering the midweek extra. Myself and my brothers regularly attended St Peters Sunday School and in my teens I used to frequently go to Cross Keys Youth Club, these are oh so fond memories.
By Mike Barley
Does anybody remember Dexter’s Dog? In 1953 my Mum lost her Twin boys after going full term, Nurse Thompson, who was the health visitor brought a collie bitch from her Brother-in-Laws stables in Thornton Le Dale for me - us Lassie used to lay in the middle of the Long Causeway which was Ok as the only cars were Robert Brealeys, Mr England’s the butcher and Mr Gledhill the butcher on Canal Lane, Mr Colleys, and Dr Merricks Bentley. Anyone passing through would slow down and peep their horn. Her and Dexter’s dog fought like hell except when she was on heat then all she wanted to do was get out and see Dexter’s Dog which laid on the top road of Chapel St which had two streets, next to the bottom old folks bungalow.
By Mike Barley
My Mum and dad bought No 38 Long Causeway in 1953 from the grand daughter of the man who built it. He was William Cookson who died in 1864 and he was the Lane Ends quarry owner. His will refers to about half a dozen house being left in trust to his wife till she died and then they were to be passed on to their children. One of the other buildings he had was the Blacksmiths which I remember being behind Shires Row (Intake Lane) as we lived at no 14 before the row was demolished to make way for the council houses sectional buildings, opposite what was the Mistle and dairy palour for Bramley's farm (now a bookies and hair dressers). There was an old amunition depot at the top of Lee Moor/Patrick Green where the Goverment brought all the 7lb tins of corned beef in the Countries strategic stores to be graded as; unfit, dog food, catering, storage for 20 years an so on.
Memories of Stanley
By Jennifer Burkitt (nee Johnson)
Kirkfield Place was always known as Chuggler Bunk and was home to some fantastic characters. When I left Stanley aged 26 I went to live in Scarborough and called my first house 'Chuggler Bunk' because it reminded me of Stanley.
Did you also know that apart from being a wonderful cyclist Joe Hoban was a wonderful ballroom dancer, all the ladies, including my mother, loved dancing with him at the Stanley Grove School dances, where they used to have live musicians. That was in the 1940's/50's.
Kathy Owen was the postlady and lived at the bottom of Stanley Hill, she made the best bread and butter pudding I have ever tasted!
Harry Stead, my grandfather, and was a deputy at Parkhill pit. His father, Joseph, was killed in the pit (a local one but am not sure which) in 1904 when he was shotfiring and the shot went into his liver, he was 37. I have a newspaper account of the death which is horrific. He also was bandmaster of the prize-winning Stanley Town Victoria Brass Band.
The tragic case in 1949 of Christine Jackson, a beautiful little girl, who lived in the prefabs down Ferry Lane and was burnt to death when her nightclothes caught fire.
Can you help?
I am researching the History of my family my 2 x great grand father James Shepherd lived in Hawthorn Cottage on Aberford Road Stanley in 1901 I believe it was next door to the Station House ( where the Station Master of Stanley Station lived ) does anyone know where the Station House was or indeed if it is still there - any one who has any information or better still any old photographs of that area on this subject can contact me at the following e mail address [email protected] Thanking everyone who may respond Mel Clayton
Distant days of Youth
By Mark Hargreaves
I was born in a house on Lime Pit Lane in 1967, next door to the mother and father of the great Jockey George Duffield (Charlie and Elsie Duffield). Although I can not remember the early years there I can remember my mother telling me all about "them days". My earliest memories are of growing up on Chapel Street (off Long Causeway) There were two streets down either side of the Chapel that stood on the junction with Long Causeway and down these streets were about four or five rows of houses, some facing onto the playing fields and some looking out over towards the railway lines (now Gainsbourgh Way). Between the houses was a public yard that all us kids used to play in along with the fields of course and every year all our parents used to chip in and make bonfire night a night to remember, someone would do the pie and peas another would make toffee and parkin, another would be responsible for the jacket potatoes been put into the bonfire and collected the morning after from the still warm ashes. I can remember many family names that used to live down Chapel Street such as the Philip's, Asquith's, Homes, Green's, Standish, Field, Burton, Jubb, Bollon, Speak, Evans, Austin and of course my own, Hargreaves. There were many, many happy warm days spent running around playing games that kids of today will never have heard of such as kick out can and making "dens" from anything we could, I remember getting up in the long school holidays and a group of us just playing out and making our own fun till either the sun went down OR we were hungry and then we went home, not like today at all. We were not intent on causing bother or been disrespectful to our elders, all we wanted was to have fun and "lake arrt" as long as we could. Is it just me that remembers the early 70's as a child been like this or can anyone else recall the warm hazy distant days of youth?
My grandad was Walter Bucknell (wally) and he lived in Bottomboat with my nan (Jean). When we were small i loved the trips we used to go on from Bottomboat Working Men's Club to the seaside. All the coaches used to line up in Bottomboat and once on the coach all the kids got pop and crisps, does anyone outt there have any photo's??
If you have any memories you would like to share either email us at [email protected] or add it in the box below and we will then add it to this page