(Continuing the series on memories of Arkholme)

Moving down Arkholme Main Street, the Williams family lived at Goss House. Mr Williams was a road man, and later worked on the railway.

Across the road was the tennis court that belonged to Mr Hopewell who lived at Cawood View. He sold the court as a building plot when he left the village.

The Metcalfe family lived at Reading Room Cottage. A room at this house had been used as a men’s communal room where many of the young men in the village could meet to read the daily newspapers and weekly magazines that were supplied. This facility moved to the new Parish Hall when it was built in 1927, and continued till it closed in 1962.

Mr Woodhouse was the Parson. He lived with his sister at the Vicarage. There the Kings Messengers used to meet in the upstairs room where Miss Woodhouse gave us scripture lessons.

The Bainbridge family and then the Bainses farmed Carus farm. They had the first tractor that came to the village – an old Standard Fordson.

Jack Ireland lived at Cross House. He was the other basket maker. He made large hampers for the Lancashire cotton mills and the laundry industry.

The Reads lived at Ferry cottage. Mr Read was employed to make sure there was no one fishing illegally. The family also ran the ferry boat for travellers wishing to cross the river to Melling.

On Station Road the Robinson family had the Nursery gardens where they grew tomatoes in summer and chrysanthemums later in tne year employing two or three young people to help with the work.

The station was a busy place with a station master, two porters, a signalman, and the plate layers who inspected and repaired the track on a daily basis, walking from the viaduct to Borwick and back each day.

My father was head gardener at Storrs Hall, and during the war he helped form and run the local Home Guard Platoon. He was also a founder member of the Parish Hall Committee and treasurer of The Trinity Sports for a number of years.

Please bear with me if I have got some of my facts wrong – they are all just memories and we all get confused at times. I am sure old friends will get in touch and put me right on the mistakes I have made.

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