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Previous Entries Hi there, does anybody know any background to the location of Danes Graves, I realise that the name says much, but I just wondered if there was any more infor, eg, was there a settlement near by etc. Cheers DW Dave Whittaker <dickturpinls8@aol.com> Leeds, England - Friday, June 29, 2001 at 11:43:33 (BST) There is a new site on the web called www.friendreunited.co.uk It is a place that you can leave your details of when you left school and get in touch with other people who have left the site. The one for Driffield School has been growing really quickly. I would recommend checking it out. One tip - in the section where you leave a message, leave your email address there (assuming you don't mind anyone who goes to the site knowing it of course) - or people have to pay £5 to send you a message. Even if you don't contact people is is interesting to see what people are up to. If you like the site, try to send the address to as many people as you know. Me - Sunday, June 24, 2001 at 12:08:44 (BST) ha ha ha i live in leeds too me <pimp@nottellinyou> leeds, - Wednesday, June 20, 2001 at 17:10:11 (BST) How many more houses are to be built in the area? Our schools are full. There are no jobs. It takes a week to get a doctors appointment. The dentists won't take patients. The people who move here don't even use our facilities - if they did, they wouldn't be closing down all the time. It's OK saying they commute; look at the big picture - they have children who will want jobs! Plenty of local people need jobs - put them first. The Barrratt houses are just a pollutant on the eye! They design one and slap them up all over the country! The countryside is getting further away all the time. These people think it would be 'nice to live in the country,' and then they ignore our shops and farming communities, and change our towns and villages into the crappy places they left behind. And then there's the doley's who move here and leech off our council tax! Lots of people feel strongly about these issues. Let's improve before we expand! Support local businesses, and let's put the 'Great' back into Driffield. Local <AB@bbc.co.uk> Driffield, - Tuesday, June 19, 2001 at 21:09:56 (BST) LOOKING FOWARD TO THE DRIFF FESTIVAL. IM SURE IT WILL BE AS TREMENDOUS AS IT LOOKS ON HERE. Paul <Krause> Sheffield, U.K - Thursday, June 14, 2001 at 14:07:44 (BST) I was wondering if any of u no my parents.they both lived in the diff area and went to diff high skool.my dads name is terry gordon who is now 36 and my mums name is carol maddox 33 they were both married in kirkburn and 2 years later had me.if u know them could u please e-mail me it would be really good if i could find some of there friends in time for there wedding adv.dad was the baby of the family and had 1 older brother and 3 older sisters.mum also has a brother named andy who has just muve back to diff. it would be really good if u could help me kt gordon (13) katie gordon <toothpaste_rox@hotmail.com> christchurch, new zealand - Monday, June 11, 2001 at 09:02:29 (BST) I think the town centre would be much improved if it were suspended from a giant, rotating minstrel™. Grandpa <Grandpa@bucket.net> - Friday, June 08, 2001 at 18:29:04 (BST) I think that Driffield should have a giant glass roof over the main street, small oranges dudes collecting rubbish then in the middle have a bench and a tree with a comemerative plauque with an ode to the guy from the tidy team that looks like elvis. a bit like arthur fowlers bench, only not dead. 5.4 real G. Wilder <gene@wonka.com> Driffield..., ...Great Driffield - Friday, June 08, 2001 at 17:57:52 (BST) this is a good site but it needs a makeover! peca driff, - Tuesday, June 05, 2001 at 20:06:59 (BST) hello mandy!!!!!!!!!!! i know me but you, but you will not know who i am you know be but i hope you enjoy doing chess next year at dlos and NO i do not go to DLOS good bye abel abel <abel@death.com> driffield, england - Monday, June 04, 2001 at 16:11:00 (BST) Anyone wishing to reply to eve please send to eve_garden2000@yahoo.co.uk not the e-mail address that is shown at the end of the letter. Eve Driffield, - Thursday, May 31, 2001 at 21:31:22 (BST) that message from olly fenton was made up as a joke. he is not gay. it was just a bit of harmless fun. nothing in that message in any way reflects his thoughts. sorry for any confusion. A joker <arentifunny@hotmail.com> - Thursday, May 31, 2001 at 21:25:01 (BST) Cain I think you should talk to your brother Abel. I don't think my son Cain put his thoughts down very well but I have to say that I have a great deal of sympathy with him. Immagine a street lined with trees down the centre some flower tubs and benches for people to socialise. A beautiful sunny day people and gathering in the street side cafès a continental town perhaps France or Italy. No this is my vision of what Driffield could be like if the main street was pedestrianized. As I understand it, its the shop-owners that believe they will lose customers it this were to happen but let me ask you this, how many people from Driffield shop in Beverley, I do and I see many other people from Driffield shopping there. Maybe just maybe if we had this idylic street which is not beyond the bounds of possibility the shop assitants would smile and be a least half pleasant some of the time. If there is anyone who shares my vision please get in touch. Eve <Eve@yahoo.co.uk> Driffield, - Thursday, May 31, 2001 at 21:04:21 (BST) Hi. i think the trucking spectacular was super. Craig from big brother is soooooo dreamy. and those biceps. ooh! if there are any like minded craig phillips fans out there just email me. maybe we could swap pics of him or something. im also a big fan of H from steps. Olly Fenton <ollyfent@hotmail.com> - Wednesday, May 30, 2001 at 23:24:28 (BST) Hay Cain what the hell are you talking about cheerleaders, and fat chicks!!!You thought you'd silenced me once and for all but i am hiding out in a little village in North Yorkshire... and you will never find me and if you do i'm tellin mum. (eve for the dumb people of driffeild who hadn't realised who i'm talking about) Hay cain would you like to get together for afternoon tea one day. Abel Abel <Abel@death.com> driffield, englnand - Wednesday, May 30, 2001 at 12:19:28 (BST) Just flickin through your website....it appears to me that noboyd really famous has come out of this place expcet footballers...and lets face it soccer sucks!, some guy was complaining about a skatepark, looks like he's got his proprity's right, and should hassle the council to stop building usless things like roads, public aminieties and renovation of buildings so a bunch of losers can listen to slipknot in once place.....how very not-cool! I did notice that someboyd had put RIP Curt Cobain!....well if his music wasn't so shite then maybe , perhaps he accicdently put his on CD on ,. and then dieceid to shoot himself, I don't blame him. Plus I've noticed how sodding miserbale everybody is, well if the brest thing to come out of driff is a crappy soccer player then I don't blame them. The if that wasn't enough for them they come back and apprantly reck the place! Don't they have anyhting better to do? Apprantly not. Don'tget me wrong the topwn is nice, it just goes to show that's it the people the make this place........a living hell, is a nice place so lets not destory it with miserable farmers, who aren't used to modern things like electricity, old people who just seem to grumble and the rest of the population who seem to do the same thing everyweek!! Gte lives people go out... Say it with me..... SUNLIGHT!! Maybe that will cheer you miserbale buggers up! This is what driff needs to do! 1. Pesdestrianise the town centre, and make lots of coffee houses 2. get a cheerleading squad 3. A big sign saying "no farmers or fat chicks". 4. Each memeber of the Young farmers association personally assassiniating (come on guys, the suit a tacky and you are proud of being in a association where the cultrue really soley on mud and tractors!) 5. Undo the fact that the infants are brainwashed into thinking famrers are important beacause that cornflakes are the staple diet of every human being. 6. Get the Rugby tema some fashion sense (guys the turned up collor thing is sooooo 8 years ago, get a life!) 7. That each member should watch the ITV staurday movie and not spend it down the the chinese or pub! 8. spend a day in daylight. 9. Smiling! 10. And have at least on peice of equipment by SONY in their hosues I love the place but soon I will move to America. It's the people that are the problem so next time anybody says that driff is crap and boring ask yourself why. Cain...the sugar. Cain D <Cain @Caindomain.com> Driffield, England - Tuesday, May 29, 2001 at 02:10:33 (BST) If your going 2 driff seniors in september e-mail me at choczero@aol.com rosie <choczero@aol.com> driff, england - Saturday, May 26, 2001 at 14:18:35 (BST) Remebering such a lovely place I stayed in about 14 years ago. Just looking on the web and decided to place name in Visitors Book. S. Branker <sboot21@aol.com> Silver End, Witham, Essex - Wednesday, May 23, 2001 at 23:18:06 (BST) Does anyone remember the greatest boxing match of all time, held at the Driffield school in 1957. I was the 5 foot American who squared off against the biggest kid in school, who outweighed me by 30 pounds and stood about 5'7". It was a great fight. Every kid with a hundred miles was at school that day, screaming thier lungs out. Happened right in the schools gym. Here is what I once wrote about the whole affair? Ended up making some great friends there. Thanks, Ron During the winter of 1956 Dad got orders again, but this time we were headed for England and a small Royal Air Force base, located near the Yorkshire Moors. In Riverside, Dad’s doctor at the Air Force base had detected a minor heart murmur, and although it wasn’t serious, the condition wouldn’t allow him to fly anymore. This is why we were now going to England. Instead of flying, he was assigned to the Thor missile program that was fast becoming a vital force in NATO’s defense of Europe. The small town where Larry and I would be going to school was located only a few minutes away by double-decker bus and was called Great Driffield. Actually there were two identical schools sitting side by side, one for boys and one for girls. Really bizarre, the predominant mood at school seemed to be charged with a kind of love-hate relationship between the overwhelming number of British boys and the approximately thirty Americans also enrolled there. Except for Larry and me, the other American students lived in a large trailer park which served as housing for the hundreds of Lockheed Aircraft employees who had been contracted to build the missile sites. Invariably, at recess, I would find a large crowd of English boys religiously following a small group of American boys—treating them as if they were demigods who had just arrived from some distant world. page 20 Besides not being accustomed to such peculiar treatment from my classmates, there were a lot of other things at school that seemed unusual. Lunch, for instance, was all you could eat for fourteen cents, and it seemed like every British boy who ate with me used a "ton" of salt on his food. The salt shakers didn’t have perforated lids but rather just one large opening that let the salt come out in a quick stream. One of my more odd assignments was making ink for my history teacher, and pencil sharpeners were strictly forbidden. If your pencil got dull, you had to use a jackknife to sharpen it. However, the most significant difference between the school I had just left in Riverside and my new school in Great Driffield were the constant beatings dished out by the teachers. My science teacher actually picked me off the ground by my ears! As I mentioned, the girls had an identical looking school next to ours, but the two were separated by a seventy-foot strip of grass that was strictly off-limits. Another favorite pastime was to stand with all the other boys, right up against this no-man’s land, and throw large English pennies at the girls, who were also standing in a big group on their side, gawking at us. My little brother and I had been attending school for less than two months when overnight all the American boys abruptly left with their parents, headed back to California. Lockheed’s work in England was completed. As usual I arrived for school one morning but was told by a teacher to immediately report to the gymnasium. I thought this request was a bit out of the ordinary, but then again, maybe there was going to be a special event. Upon entering the gym I could see that the bleachers were already filled with boys and in the middle of the floor was a full size boxing ring. I was also aware that every kid in the place was yelling at the top of his lungs and for some strange reason they seemed to be yelling at me. Over by a long table next to the wall, the gym teacher spotted me and grabbing my arms, told me to put on a pair of large boxing gloves. As you can imagine, I was extremely frightened, and slowly it dawned on me exactly what was going on. You see, once the other American students had left for the "States," leaving just the two of us "military boys" in the British school, the whole climate changed. Now all their pent up resentment toward Americans could be easily vented, using the boxing match as a convenient excuse. In other words, I was simply a sitting duck ready to slaughter. Also, mind you, I am not a very big person, even fully grown, what to speak of when I was just fourteen. Furthermore, there’s the fact that I had never been in a real fight in my entire life. page 21 Needless to say I became terrified as I began to put two and two together. But I also knew that I had no choice in the matter. For one thing, I had already seen far too many examples of the punishment the teachers could hand out. I knew if I didn’t get beat up in the ring, then the gym teacher would gladly do it himself. For a second I even thought of making a run for it, but that was also impossible because I was completely surrounded. Without delay the gym teacher shoved my hands inside the gloves and after lacing them up, ordered me to get into the ring. Obviously it wasn’t just the British boys who wanted to see an American get beat up, but the teachers, too. How else could everything have been all set up, first thing in the morning, with everyone already there? In the other corner of the ring I could see the boy I was supposed to fight. I recognized him right away because he was in most of my classes. Although we may have been the same age, and in the same grade, the comparisons stopped there. Of all the kids in school, he was one of the strongest. He was most accurately described as a big, strong, farm boy—towering at least seven inches above me. As for myself, I was just a frightened little boy who was trying to adjust to a new and unusual school, located in a foreign country, far away from everything I was accustomed to. Feeling my hands sweat inside the hot gloves, every kid in the place was standing in a frenzy when their screams were pierced by the sound of a loud bell. This was the signal for us to start the fight and immediately the English boy reacted, coming straight for me. At this point I can’t remember exactly what went through my mind, but I certainly knew there was no way to get out of that ring without a fight. To protect myself I did the only thing I knew how to do with any confidence, and so, like a "human windmill," I began rotating my arms as fast as I could, charging the boy in front of me with all my might. And that was it. Suddenly, enormous amounts of red blood came gushing out of his mouth and to the complete amazement of everyone watching, including me, several teachers went running over to him with wet towels and stopped the fight. I had just won my first and only boxing match. With that behind me and a newly-won respect from my classmates, both my brother and I began to settle down. We actually enjoyed the next year at school. As a nice surprise for Christmas, Dad treated the whole family by taking us to Switzerland, where we stayed at a ski resort. To complete his tour of duty, Dad was scheduled to spend a total of three years with the missiles at Great Driffield. However, with not even half this amount of time behind us, my mother died after a tragic accident. With fate having suddenly reared an ugly head, once again my little brother and I were in for another drastic change. Without our mother, Dad had no choice except to take us to live with our grandparents in Corinth, New York Ronald Boutelle <cedar@gvtc.com> Canyon Lake, Texas, USA - Tuesday, May 22, 2001 at 16:12:17 (BST) HI. I served my National Service in 1949 and was posted to Great Driffield, At that time they were flying Meteors. Ihad a great time there. colin maryan. colin maryan <colinmary@lineone.net> potters bar, great britain - Thursday, May 17, 2001 at 20:24:48 (BST) Interested to here from school colleagues from Driffield 1945-50 anywhere in the world. Fred Peeke <fpeeke@lineone.net> Driffield, England - Sunday, May 13, 2001 at 22:25:16 (BST) does anyone know where the Golden Fleece public house was in Driffield - mid 1800's? Also, any of our older citzen's know what a 'cat's collop' was? Does anyone have a picuture of the Black Swan? could I have a copy? also needed - pics of are from 1800's and local characters, nethergate signal box, Malton crossing, a traction engine in Driffield town or a village, and any that anyone is williing to share. Will pay for copies. thank you very much in advance. By the way you whingers, Driffield is OK and if you don't like it - put your one way bus ticket where your mouth is. Dee <DG.Petch@btinternet.com> Driffield, - Friday, May 11, 2001 at 22:02:08 (BST) We'd just like to apologise to Mr G.Huggins for comments made about him in February in this guestbook. We'd like to add that it was a joke but a bad one. None of what was said is true and we are sorry for any harm done. Martin and Olly <N/A> - Friday, April 27, 2001 at 22:35:04 (BST) Hello, I recommend you to read this sites and sign the guestbook: http://truth.macedonia.gr/ http://Makedonia.cc.ece.ntua.gr http://www.real.macedonia.gr/ http://www.abest.com/~angelos/macfaq.html http://history.macedonia.gr/faq.htm P.S. Please tell me what you think and which of them you find best. You can email me to the ad poseidon@mail.vu Poseidon <Poseidon@mail.vu> Macedonia, Greece - Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 20:26:33 (BST) rick driffield grandson of rose emily and thomas driffield rick driffield <terry.rick@sympatico.ca> Mississauga, canada - Monday, April 23, 2001 at 20:49:04 (BST) Came across this site while searching for the Little family of Driffield. Bob and Margaret - 2 children, Ian and Margery. Bob worked at GLAXO. Margaret passed away in 1956. Searching for Ian and Margery. They lived at 14 Meadow Road, "Springfield", Driffield. Any information would be appreciated. Thanks. Bev Lashuk <lashuk.cal@home.com> Calgary, Alberta, Canada - Sunday, April 22, 2001 at 06:31:25 (BST) Have not managed to see any familiar names on the web site yet. If anyone knows me please leave a message. I have also been known as Fowler (my first married name). Hope you like the site. Please also visit www.lightopera.co.uk. mandy mallory(nee Waldron) <Mandy.Mallory@IC24.net> Middleton on the Wolds, England - Sunday, April 08, 2001 at 21:36:40 (BST) Hi I am looking for any one who knows me I used to go to Woldgate high school but left in 1998 to move to Ireland with my family.I am looking for any one from the area who knows me as it would be nice to here from old friends. Christina Elcock <c_elcock@hotmail.com> - Friday, April 06, 2001 at 16:03:48 (BST) hi i think driff is cool i go to driff senior school and as for any bad words about driff i think it is cool JO.B <jo@tylers.com> - Thursday, April 05, 2001 at 19:17:23 (BST) Oh my GOD!!!! i didnt realise that there was some1 who had the same name as me until i searched my name on the net and found that there is an australian painter and you!!! i'm only 14 years old and i come from a small town called Frome in Somerset!! i'm really excited to find out that some1 else has my name and is carrying out the driffield tradition!!! my sister and my mum and dad have been 2 driffield but that was b4 i woz born! my brother and me have neva been there but i expect it's a v. cool place!!! just thought id let u know that there r more of us. from rebecca!! Rebecca Driffield <barkdog4@hotmail.com> Frome, England - Wednesday, April 04, 2001 at 17:44:23 (BST) Disclaimer : The content of the material submitted to the Guestbook is entirely the responsibility of the contributors and in no way shall Driffield Online or MSH Internet be liable for for any loss suffered thereby. If you are aware of any abuse or inaccuracies contained in the Guestbook any where else on this site please email the Webmaster. It is the policy of Driffield Online to trace the origin of any offensive or incriminating material submitted to this site, the material will then be passed back to the perpetrator's Internet Service Provider along with the offending 'Dial Up' I.D. |
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