|"In the morning I loved going and watching
the cows being milked. I had the cream from
the top of milk on my cereals. I use to go
mushrooming with my Mum. I can still
remember how it felt - the mist across the
damp dewy fields, the smell of the mushrooms
and Mum cooking them for breakfast when we
I use to love coming home from school when it was harvest time. There was a lot of activity and noise in the back yard with the threshing machine and all the men working hard. I remember taking drinkings consisting of tea, sandwiches and cake in a basket with tin mugs.
My Dad rented rhubarb sheds and a field next to Springfield Cottage from Mr Appleyard. I remember the feeling going into the dark sheds, which were very quiet and eerie and had an unusual smell."
|"I remember the opencast coal mine
that started in 1956 on land belonging to
Upper Barnbow Farm. (See 'The Barwicker' No
70). The mine employed a night watchman who
was disabled. He used to come to work on the bus and get off at The
Coronation Tree. He would then walk with two
walking sticks along Bog Lane to the mine.
This stretch of Bog Lane was not the country
lane, with its overgrown verges and
wildflowers, which we know today. Instead it
was a dusty, worn access road, sometimes
littered with pieces of coal that had fallen
from the lorries. Sometimes we would pick up
the pieces of coal and take them home for the
On one occasion a large dumper truck tried to access the mine via Taylor Lane. We became aware of this when we noticed the mark it had made on the boilerhouse of Elmet House which is one of the narrowest parts of Taylor Lane.
From the back garden of our cottage we had a view of part of the mine. One day we noticed a fire in a workman's hut. My father and I rushed down the lane to see if we could help, but the Fire Brigade had arrived before we got there. On another occasion two lads from Seacroft had decided to explore the site. They came to our door covered in mud and one of them had lost his boot."