OneGuyFromBarlick

The Thornton Love Tree outside the Post Office in 2001 just before it was felled. I was told that 'love' was a local name for a Lime Tree.

The gable end cottage at the back of the tree is called Lime Tree Cottage.

There are clips of divers using the quarry tunnel to access the lagoon, on U Tube.

The tree outside the post office in the 50's was a type of chestnut,as kids we called them water belly trees because the conkers were always full of water not solid as normal.

Horace Thornton, informant on LTP on tape sizing. Born Carleton in Craven but lived in Earby.

Gertrude, Horace's wife, in 1979.

Daniel Meadows' pic of SG with Dr John Pickard in the engine house at Bancroft. He was a fascinating man and called in regularly for a pot of tea and a natter.

My mate Danny Pateman visiting in the engine house at Bancroft.

The old hand driven petrol pump at Bancroft Shed in 1980.

Stanley wrote:Daniel Meadows' pic of SG with Dr John Pickard in the engine house at Bancroft. He was a fascinating man and called in regularly for a pot of tea and a natter.

Dr Pickard is the subject of some lovely local tales.

A topical one, given the present icy weather: As the county councillor for our area, he proposed that motor vehicles should be fitted with a 90 degree bend at the end of exhaust pipes. In winter months this would be angled downward so the exhaust melted snow and ice on the road. During summer months the pipe would be angled upward, sending the fumes up into the air...

Typing this, a small scar on my left hand reminds me of a vivid boyhood memory of Dr Pickard stitching the wound one weekend when he lived up near Springs. He distracted me by telling me of the culture when he was a young man of wounds being encouraged to leave large scars as they were thought to be manly. (He did a neat job on me, though!)

Here's an extract from me memoir:

'I can’t go into a full list of all the visitors to my kingdom at this time but must mention one more who whilst not of any great importance to my future was always a delight. This was John Wilfred Pickard a retired local GP. He would pop in at all sorts of odd times and we always had wonderfully esoteric and informative conversations. He used to work at the VD clinic in Burnley and I had long conversations with him about terrible infections. He always took my pulse as soon as he came in and told me every time that my heart was beating at exactly the same speed as the engine, 67rpm! There were many wonderful stories about Dr Pickard and I used to ask him if they were true or not. One which he said contained more truth than some of the others concerned a visit he made on the Coates Estate in Barlick to a baby that wouldn’t stop crying. John examined the baby and then turned round to the woman who was looking after it and said “The reason the baby’s crying is because it’s hungry. Is it breast or bottle fed?” The woman told him it was on the breast. John shoved his hand down the front of her blouse, felt her breast and said “You have no milk Madam!” The woman said that it would be a miracle if she had, she was the baby’s Aunt and was only looking after it! John gave me his old stethoscope which I used to use on the engine, it was marvellous what you could hear if you let the engine talk to you.'



John Wilfred and Fly in the garden at Hey Farm in 1976.

Stanley wrote:There were many wonderful stories about Dr Pickard

Thanks Stanley, that's a cracker!

Is there a strand on the old site about Dr Pickard?

An old story goes, if you went into see Dr Pickard with a cracked skull, you'd come out with 2 aspirins and a sticking plaster. Stories of him parking his car on the wrong street and walking to where he wanted to be through somebodies house are legion. I saw him regularly when I was a kid, I'm still here.....

Pluggy wrote:Stories of him parking his car on the wrong street and walking to where he wanted to be through somebodies house are legion.

Better still the tales of him going through a terraced house to get to the one in the next street with his bike...

I remember when he ran his wife Elizabeth over and broke her leg. He was backing out of his garage at the time. John Wilfred was different but a good man. He was still attending refresher courses in retirement. We were talking in the workshop at Hey Farm one day and he lifted one leg and rested it on the workbench, stood on one leg. I asked him why and he said it saved his heart from having to pump that legful of blood back up from the floor so I did the same. We changed legs about every five minutes. He said we should always take every opportunity to get our feet up.
I don't think we ever had a topic devoted to him but there were lots of mentions.



John Wilfred taking tea in the kitchen at Hey Farm. He was instructing my daughters on the best way to wipe their bottoms. He took one spoon of sugar in his tea and stirred it for about 3 minutes. I asked him why and he said it made one spoon taste as sweet as two because it was fully dissolved.

Commercial street in 2003. These buildings were home to a variety of businesses over the years, A marine store, Singleton's carriage hire, Briggs and Duxbury and underneath was the Shambles used by the local butchers. A busy corner of Barlick!

Higher Greenhill Cottage at Salterforth.

This is the yard of a cottage at Salterforth and I have forgotten which cottage it was. Anyone recognise it? Is Nick looking in?

Can't see the picture Stanley.

My fault Wendy. Nick Livesey told me what it was and I have it filed under another name somewhere but can't find it!



Salterforth bridge in about 1900. The old Co-op in the background.

It's my mums house Evergreen Cottage.

Thanks Chrissy, I'll rename it.



The canal cottages at Anchor Bend at Salterforth, about 1890?

Men in sheds.... John Albert Pickles in his workshop at Federation Street with the clock he made for the new Holy Trinity church.

Elmer's Corner in the days when we had a proper ironmonger's shop. 1982.

Stanley wrote:

Elmer's Corner in the days when we had a proper ironmonger's shop. 1982.

Is this what is now the tanning salon? I have vague recollections of it when visiting during the 80's and 90's (only lived here since 2004). When did it close?