Echoes of the past: Seeing school takes me back

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On Wednesday I was out walking with a group from Brighouse Historical Society which was part two of a history trail I took the members on which started last year.

The first part was Bailiff Bridge to the old church and cemetery at Lightcliffe and then this year the walk was completed from the church to Crow Nest golf club.

I reminded the members that over the last few years Bailiff Bridge, Lightcliffe, Hipperholme and Hove Edge has seen a significant rise in housing development.

Being interested in local history and the changes that take place in an area now is a good time to photograph these changing areas.

Whether it is of open fields, large houses that are destined to be demolished for a small housing development.

You always have to remember the owners privacy and not as I have sometimes seen people snapping away without those considerations.

In years to come questions such as ‘What was on that site before these houses were built?’ As time marches on most people will soon forget.

I have many old photographs that shows significant changes spread over the last century. But even since 2000 many local scenes have changed beyond recognition .

If you do take up your camera remember the who, what, where and when should be shown on the back of the paper photograph or on the computer saved image.

For those old photographs or not so old images you have tucked away in an old shoe box in the dark corner of a cupboard never write on the back of those in biro or felt tipped pen you will spoil the photograph always use a soft pencil.

These Lightcliffe C of E School children have seen many changes since they all posed for this class photograph c1956.

Standing outside the school with my walking group took me back to my own days at the school in 1958. Whilst the school frontage looks almost just the same.

Looking at the individual windows brought back memories of the teachers who taught in those particular classrooms.

It was during one of my visits to the school in my policing days and sitting in the staff room chatting with some of the teachers.

I suddenly realised that whilst there was probably just over a dozen easy chairs for the teachers to sit on during lunchtime breaks and the room seemed almost full.

The room was identical in size to the room directly above.

That classroom was my old form four and I was one of well over 30 children taking lessons in the same amount of space. Time to move on - it took a little over two and half hours to walk from the school to Crow Nest Golf via an intricate route of footpaths and the main roads.

It was nice to share with the fellow walkers this fascinating insight to the local history and characters from a small section of this community.