RYEDALE villagers have demanded that action be taken to prevent a mill race that runs along the bottom of their gardens from flooding their homes. In Kirkby Mills, near Kirkbymoorside, villagers have been flooded in October 2000 and August 2002. On February
One of the fascinating aspects of folk tales and legends is that many of them have origins in real events. With repeated telling of the tales over many centuries by word-of-mouth, it is inevitable they become distorted, exaggerated and changed to such
THE Gazette & Herald went in search of the origins of Yorkshire dialect. With the help of the Yorkshire Dialect Society's Dr Barrie Rhodes, reporter JAMES KILNER found remarkable similarities between local dialect and languages in modern Scandinavia
Tha tonned oot sum presents fur Betty, an' wiv a sly gleg at Betty tha sed: "An ' theer's a bit ov cumfurt fur Willie." We 'ad a neet of 'it. We gat sum yarns sent be t' lads that wad aboot hev meade a gatepost laugh. When Betty put 'em ti bed she put
Wiv a laff Betty sed: "Deean't fret, Willie, thinkin' thoo'll miss t' sugar in t' tea. Them girls hev muthers that can see ti' needs ov t' future, an' tha plan ti provide fur special tahms." On t' Setterda' we 'ad a thrang day ower Slant Stape. Ah sed
Betty sed: "Ah can tell tha, Willie, them lassies enjoy t' smell of turf fires an' hear t' cuckoo callin' wi' mair pleasure than owt tha hev 'ad fur weeks. 'T'll be lik' new liofe tiv 'em." "Ti hear tha talk, Betty, yan wad think thoo has an idea that
WHEN Ah cam in ti t' house just efter posty 'ad been ower Slant Stape t'other mornin' Betty sed, "Thoo's in fur a thrang week-end this week, Willie." Ah ax'd: "Noo what's on?" Betty answered: "Six ov wor York girl friends ar' cummin' fur t' week-end,
Norman Creaser has been a farming man all of his life. Born and bred in Harton, near Malton, where he still lives, Norman remembers an era before the Second World War that fewer and fewer people can recall. To preserve those years in print, he has written
The lasses sed tha 'ad cum ti smell t' sweet earth, hear t' bods sing, an' deea nowt bud rist. Yah gird sed (she is a short'and typist): "Ah's takin' neea notes or writin' ony letters, Willie; Ah's just rebuildin' fur t' next big push when back in t'
