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Risedale Secondary School, a name that stirs nostalgia for many Barrow-in-Furness residents, wasn’t always a pile of bricks replaced by a discount grocer’s. Built in 1926, it echoed with the sounds of school bells clanging, the rumble of students’ chatter in the hallways, and the squeak of chalk on blackboards. It catered to the growing

In the 1960s, Amphitrite Street in Walney was a bustling hub of activity, and amongst the shops stood Duggie Dale’s, a purveyor of frozen delights. Known for its wide variety of frozen foods (according to a piece in “The Mail”), the shop’s motto, “You want it – we have it”, perfectly captured their commitment to

Imagine the glint of sunlight on the red brick façade of the Victorian-era Technical School, its terracotta accents adding a touch of elegance. Built in 1900 by Woodhouse and Willoughby, this building once housed a hub of technical learning, its corridors echoing with the murmur of voices and the rustle of pages. The school catered

In the days of yore, the Barrow-in-Furness Carnival did reign supreme, a merrymaking tradition for over a hundred years, bringing joy to generations of townsfolk. Summertime wasn’t complete without the vibrant procession, a dazzling spectacle with floats grandly adorned that snaked through the streets, a kaleidoscope of colours against the backdrop of blue skies. Imagine

Barrow-in-Furness, Cumbria, England, boasts a unique story of transformation, where a place associated with hardship evolved into one of healing. This fascinating chapter of local history began in 1876 when the town established its own Poor Law Parish and Workhouse. Imagine the imposing brick façade of the workhouse looming against the grey Barrow sky, its

Step back in time and imagine the glint of sunlight on polished brass doorknobs, the crisp white uniforms of nurses bustling down long corridors, and the faint clinking of teacups echoing from the nurses’ station. This was the scene at North Lonsdale Hospital,Barrow-in-Furness’s steadfast guardian of health for nearly a century. Built between 1885 and

Barrow-in-Furness, a town synonymous with industry and fortitude, experienced a period of contrasting events in the mid-20th century. In 1936, the silver behemoth of the Hindenburg, a pioneering German airship, hummed gently as it majestically glided over Walney Island, casting its immense shadow on the windswept dunes. The air vibrated with the thrum of its

Duke Street, Barrow-in-Furness, was once graced by a retail giant – Pass and Company. This wasn’t your corner shop; Pass and Company was a department store, a one-stop destination for Barrow residents seeking everything under the sun. Imagine stepping through its grand oak doors, their brass handles gleaming in the sunlight. Inside, gaslight chandeliers cast

In the heart of bustling Barrow-in-Furness, Cavendish Street teemed with life during the early 20th century. The air, thick with the scent of coalsmoke and the salty tang of the sea, vibrated with the rhythmic clang of hammers from the nearby shipyards. Amidst this symphony of industry,Harold Kerr Butchers stood as a pillar of tradition,