Sundays
Sundays when I could get the time off I went to Mass. At first I rode my bicycle to a Cistercian Monastery near Dolphinholme where sometimes I was the only other person attending apart from the monks. I was not too keen on this, nor I think were the monks entirely comfortable with my presence. So then I went to St Hubert’s, the small Catholic Church east through the wild country to Dunsop Bridge.
St Hubert’s Roman Catholic Church, Dunsop Bridge, The Trough Of Bowland
Marshaw – First Seen
Too far to cycle, about 11 miles, Mr Kidd used to let me ride the white horse. On this I rode bareback for there was no saddle. It was a lovely ride on my own, first towards Abbeystead and then on into the Trough of Bowland. On this ride, I first became aware of Marshaw, the pre-eminent hill farm in the district with its large flock of sheep, and on which later I was to spend so many happy years. For my route took me by it, and I became acquainted with those who lived and worked there, as on being hailed I would stop, let the horse have a drink and I would chat. Through this I got to know the farmer, Mr John Drinkall and the farm manager his brother Edward and others who worked there, an acquaintance later to stand me in good stead.
My Mother Interrupts
I can’t remember exactly now how long I spent at Lower Greenbank Farm, but it probably for about 18 months and more, through several seasons. However through all my happiness as a successful Land Girl I was receiving continual, plaintive and entreating letters as well as requests for money that I had little of from my mother to return to Liverpool. Elder sister Eileen, of course, had left and was well away, Dad’s health remained far from good, and my brother John was still a young boy. And Liverpool was being blitzed.
I am grandaughter to the Kidds. It was interesting to read about being at Greenbank. My father is still alive. Thank you
Hello Irene,
It was very nice of you to contact me, I’m only sorry it has taken me longer than I hoped to respond.
I have very fond memories of Greenbank Farm; how kind to me your Grandmother was and how patient your Grandfather with a young Land Girl virtually straight from the Liverpool streets and knowing little of farming. From your grandmother I learned much about management of the household and from your wise grandfather much sound advice, and help, in learning the practical side of hill farming.
I have not been back to the Trough for over 25 years as I left the UK in 1990. John is my husband and we have two sons also resident in the USA, one here in Montana the other in Utah. Both have American wives and I have three teenage grandchildren, one girl and two boys. We are very happy here in the USA and I’m in reasonable health in my 91st year.
Whereabouts are you living?
Also I’m curious as to how you came across the reference to your grandparents?
It was very kind of you to write and make yourself known. I appreciate it.
All good wishes to you and your family,
Jeanne.
hello, i am dulcie drinkalls grandson, she is still alive and kicking in lincolnshire,uk.
would be nice to hear from you. regards, matthew
Hello Matthew,
What a pleasant surprise to hear from you, Dulcie and I knew each other from our childhood days in Liverpool, we trained as Land Girls together at Hutton and then met up again at Marshaw where she was married to Edward. Thank you for getting in touch.
Our ways parted when I left Marshaw at the end of the WarII and I left my days working on the land behind. So after seventy odd years it’s very pleasing indeed to meet up again-though several thousand miles separate us-and to renew the acquaintance. And to learn she is, as you say, “alive and kicking”. I think that too might be said of me.
Please give your Grand Mother Dulcie my kindest regards and very Best Wishes,
Jeanne.
Hi, I’m Gwen Baxters daughter, I remember Mum and Dad talking about you. I was raised and lived at Moorbottom for 37 years, farming it myself with my (now)ex husband for a few years untill we sold up and gave up the tenancy in 2001. I dont know how up to date you are but sadly Mum passed away quite a few years ago and Dad last year. I hope you are well. I’ve only had a quick read of your story and will settle down and read it properly once lambing time is over! Ann Rossall nee Baxter
Hello Ann,
How nice to hear from you particularly at such a busy time-lambing! Thank you so much and for your news.
I was in touch with your mother Gwen over the years and gathered that things were not all that well and when her Christmas cards ceased I did wonder why. And now I know.I’m flattered too you knew of me from your mother and father and Gwen was always fun to be with. There was not that much fellow female company of our ages in and around Abbeystead. I did hear occasionally about things from Vera, who came later as fellow Land Girl to Marshaw but she sadly died a few years back and I had not heard anything until recently when my website attracted attention. The wonders of the internet age and me in my 91st year. Who’d have thought it back then
Your mention of lambing brought back many memories of that hard work often in bad weather, but the lambs were always a delight and to bring one back to life in the Aga was an especial occasion as was introducing them in the skin of a dead one to a foster mother. And then to see them gamboling about. Allow me a little nostalgia. And going to bed very tired with it all to go through again the next day. Happy and fulfilling days that I was enabled to spend through the kindness of so many, like your mother and father, in the Trough.
I do appreciate your getting in touch and hope you will enjoy my website.
My regards,
Jeanne