From 1922 Until Joining Up-Stan Brook West Burton







The soldier at the top left of the photograph is my father Horace Brook.
The photo is of the official football team of the Royal Army Service Corps in World War One.








My lovely mum.








These pretty little keepsake cards were sent to my mum from my dad during the First World War.







This is a photo of staff at Flanders Hall West Burton where my father worked.
If you look on High Hall History you will see that two of the staff
were re-employed at Bainbridge workhouse in November 2004







Me and my mum. I am the the little boy with blond curls.







This is how I remember the milk being delivered when I was a young lad. The milk came from Aldersons at Walden. Most of the milk churns on this cart would be going to the dairy to make cheese.














This gentleman used to go about local villages and pretend to hang himself. He had a special hook at the back to save his neck. This particular photograph was taken in the Kings Head Yard in Leyburn Does anyone know his name.







My mum refereeing a boxing match in the back yard of the Kings Head in Leyburn












This photograph is of me and my father circa 1924. The truck is a model T Ford. When this picture was taken my father delivered petrol in and around Wensleydale. The petrol was delivered in two gallon cans and the fuel was called Shellmex.








This is me in West Burton with my mum.
Date of photo 1927-1928. It was a very exciting day for a young lad.
The traction engine had lost it’s front roller.
The name on the plate reads A. Atkinson Masham.







This is my uncle Eddie Alderson from Walden
taking us local kids round the village on his motor bike. I am next to the back.







This is me at about ten years old hanging about the back nook in West Burton.








This is the programme for the Kings’ Jubilee in 1935.
West Burton Silver Jubilee Celebrations. Procession around the village at 1 p.m.
headed by the West Auckland Town Band. The Children are to be presented with mugs.
Maypole dancing 2 p.m. to 2 30 p.m. Competitions?? Wallops for ladies and gents.
Open pillow fight. Married versus Single Tug-of-War. Men and Ladies.
Adults and childrens fancy dress.
At 10 p m. in the evening there will be a dance in the village hall.”







This is a photograph of the older childrens’ fancy dress.
I am the tall one at the back dressed as a traffic light.
In 1935 traffic lights were just becoming known.
Do you recognise anyone else?







This photo shows the young ladies of the village up at Flanders Hall
collecting their mugs and displaying their lovely outfits
to Mrs Whitehead from Flanders Hall?? More info. please.







The march of history.
Here I am without the traffic lights striding out with my pals. Don’t we look smart.
I’m the one on the left of the picture in white.
Four years after this photo was taken I had joined up and gone to war.







This is a photo of William Anthony Lawsons Shop (1935 done up like a dogs’ dinner for the Kings’ Jubilee), who ran a general store and sub-post office in West Burton. The sub-post office is where you went to obtain a game licence if you were going grouse shooting on the glorious 12th. A large variety of items could be purchased at the store including most things a farmer or gamekeeper may have needed. Williams’ brother James ran a local grocery shop further down the village. To the left of Williams’ shop there is a sign above the door on the next building which reads teas and refreshments.







Harold Coates the joiner lived here in 1935.
His wife was a superb craftswoman.
She used to do a lot of the rush seating in the chairs?







This is me and Ronnie Tunstall a good mate and work collegue in June 1936. I had just started work at the Aysgarth garage. I left school on the Thursday tea-time and started work on the Monday morning
I can still remember my first customer who I served petrol to. It was Tommy Johnson the solicitor from West Burton.

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