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Nostalgic memories of Clayton West's local history

Share your own memories of Clayton West and read what others have said

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

Why not add your memory today and become part of our Memories Community to help others in the future delve back into their past.

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I have fond memories of sledging in chapel field. In winter, at the first snow, all the children would congregate to make a great track for our sledges. The speeds we could achieve down the hill!! And not a word of complaint from Alec Buckley the farmer -can you see that happening today? I remember 1963 when it snowed on New Year's Eve and the snow stayed till March! Happy days!
I was evuacuated from London to stay with my aunt in Clayton West in 1944 my uncle was the blacksmith. I had four cousins whose families probably still live in the area. I have good memories of my stay there and intend to visit this year. My name is John Luke
I was evacuated from London in 1943-44 to my aunt Dorithy and lived at The Royds Clayton West I went to the Skelmanthorpe Modern School. I had a number of cousins who s names escape me ,it would be nice to know what happened to them. I have very pleasant memories of my time there.
Eamon used to deliver milk on his cart by taking milk from his churn into your jug. His horse used to stand outside the pub till about 3 , then find its way home virtually on its own.
Hello, I am writing here with hopes that someone may remember or know of my ancestors. I am in Canada so it is very difficult for me to research them from here. Only recently have I discovered my roots and so many of them originated in Clayton West and High Hoyland. George Waites owned a textile mill in the early 1800's - he was my great, great, grandfather. His wife was Sarah Pinder (born in Jamaica?) and his ...see more
My grandmother lived in Clayton West and my four cousins and I often slept over. Her surname was Sleaford but I have no memory of the actual address. I have just very clear memories of the worn stone steps into the cellar and the bedroom we cousins shared, which was accessed via a short ladder from the stairs going upstairs, the door being set high in the wall. The room was tucked under the eaves - I don't suppose it ...see more
I was born in Huddersfield and lived in Clayton West until I got married in 1973. I lived in The Royds with my parent where my father was the local postman, in fact many of my relations lived in The Royds or near by. My fondest memories of the village are fishing in the dams which were located just of Bilham Road, creating really long sledging runs from what we, as children, called the the dam down the hill, ...see more
Just down the road from the Shoulder of Mutton pub was Ackroyds coffee bar. In the 60s we young ones would meet, listen to the juke box, drinking frothy coffee. The horse and cart outside the pub belonged to Herman Wood the local milkman. The cart was a daily sight outside the pub.