Winter of 1947 

I was born on 3rd February 1947..My Mum gave birth to me in our 3 bedroomed council house.I was delivered by my Grandmother..as it was impossible to get out to a hospital 10 Miles away.There was a coal fire lit in the bedroom to keep my mum and I warm.I am 72 now..we all survived that winter.They were hard times then,but we all got throught it all,and I am here to tell the tale.

I am very grateful for the many kind comments about this film. I was on leave from the RAF at the time. My Father had an 8mm Kodak cine camera and fortunately a pre war film. I must thank James Walton for his restoration and brilliance making this available for us all to see. Ian Horner.

My Father, born in 1930, told us about this. They lived in North Yorkshire and pipes were frozen so they had to boil snow. They were mega fit and hardy though; and he'll be 90 in January. I was born 9 years later also in great snow drifts and I still prefer living in hot countries! Thank you for this excellent footage. The loyal dog is watching out for the man losing his footage!

I remember that winter so well. I was in care at the time. We were sent to school in short trousers and no scarves, and only posh kids wore gloves. My knuckles split with the cold.

Can you imagine the problems such a fall of snow would cause today in 2019. It does not bare thinking about ⛄⛄⛄

My. Mother and father married this year... There was still snow on the ground in their wedding pictures IT WAS THE 7TH APRIL... 🌨️❄️💒💕

Yes I remember it well , there was a shortage of coal and we had to go to the gas works to try and get some Coke, a type of fuel like coal and not what you smoke, we didn't know about that then because we were all innocent in those days.

I was born Feb '47. Dad said he walked through drifts for 5 miles to see Mum & I !! I made it even being under 3lbs at birth!!

I was somewhere very warm and cosy all the way though the winter of 1947. I was born early June 1947. Thank you mother.

I was born in April 1947 and apparently there was still snow around then. My father used to tell me that the unemployed were drafted in to help with snow clearing, "no clearing, no dole!". Even in the 1950's when I was at school we had enormous drifts, never seen anything like it in modern times. That was in Nottinghamshire. Now I live in Hove, anything more than a light sprinkling of snow and the place grinds to a halt. Great film, thank you for posting.

Many years ago I knew an old lorry driver who had set off from Halifax to go to Rochdale in the winter of 1947, but was caught in a blizzard on Blackstone Edge and forced to abandon his lorry. To avoid the diesel freezing in the fuel tank he simply left the engine running, after all, no-one was there to steal the lorry, and anyway if

Wonderful film. The dog seems so happy in the snow, a little moment in time that lives forever. Thank you for share.

absolutely wonderful I was six and remember the snow being almost up to my chest. never thought anyone had filmed it. very kind of you to show this

Balaclavas and short trousers!! I remember them well (I was born after 1947...but I heard about that winter!!)

Great film👍 I was born in the middle of this in mid January in Gloucestershire, and was bought up with tales by my father of how hard it was living in a small village. The next hard winter was 1962/3 the year I started work in a sawmill aged 15😳 The next one was 1982 and this time I was a gritter snowplough driver up in the cotswolds😊 something about me and snow😂😂

Thank you. Gives me a greater appreciation for my mother-in-law who gave birth to my husband this year.

Thank you for sharing this lovely film. I lived just over the hill towards Keighley, was 7 years old and we walked over gates and walls to get to school.

Thanks for upload. Was impressed that the boy skating was doing so in shorts!

Thank you so much for this film, Ian. Such a wonderful and atmospheric memoir of those times. I was born in late January of 1947, in Lancashire, and within a few days the winter really began to bite. My mum (now 95) tells stories of my dad and grandfather picking scraps of coal along the railway lines in freezing conditions, to keep the new baby warm. It's maybe why I'm not a fan of hot weather, but happy in the cold.

Now that's a snowfall! Nowadays things grind to a stop with a couple of inches.