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Roy Hardacre

My war in the RAF | Roy Hardacre

By Roy Hardacre (AC/2, 972671), Fence On September 3rd 1939, war was declared between Great Britain and Germany. In late October, early November, the RAF announced that volunteers of good standard would be allowed to...
dark satanic mills

A Century of Smog

The poem ‘And did those feet in ancient time’- now universally known as ‘Jerusalem’ and used as an improvised national anthem of England at many sporting events - contains one stark line that evokes...

The perils of being a postman

After my first four idyllic years working in Earby as a village postman, all we four foot-sloggers were transferred to the bigger Crown Office in the neighbouring town of Barnoldswick.For the first year or...
Nazareth House Prestwich

The Ghost of First Nights

by Rona HarveyThings were different in 1974 and work was easy to come by; so I only had to knock on the door of Nazareth House in Prestwich, our local ‘old folks home’ and...
Church Processions

Church Processions

By Mary J O'Rourke, Clayton-le-MoorsMany years ago most towns and villages had religious processions of witness, and what spectacular events they were, thousands of people lined the streets to watch them.The day was usually...
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Culture Shock

It was dark, it was raining. It was two o’clock in the morning and I was in a police station on Toller Lane at the custody desk, explaining myself to the desk sergeant.I had...

The Turkey and the Quail

One cold December evening, my dad returned from work. He bounded into the house and quite deliberately pointed at me and said: “You! Come outside and give me a hand will you?”“What? Me?” I...
Cousin Nadim and Rizwan

Jesus is Coming

Long summers and endless days, the sun’s rays draping you in a sweet velvet embrace, reassuring you with its warmth, promising you a glorious time ahead. School had finished in the second week of...

Welcome to Bradford

I had been a Northern Life reader for quite a while, as Karen the Editor is a very good friend of mine. So, when I was asked to write an article about my experiences...
A Night to Remember

A Night to Remember

Patrick was born on the 11th June 1938 to Fred and Margaret Garaghty in the St. Mary’s Hospital Battersea London, a street away from the Battersea dogs home Clapham. They had moved from Colne...