Wrea Green - History

History

A part of the village of Wrea Green (actually as a separate hamlet) existed before the time of the Domesday Book, with the name of Ricksby. The name was changed along the way to Rigbi. In this guise it was mentioned in Domesday, as was the Neighbouring Hamlet of Wra (which became Wray). The name of the village eventually, through misspellings and a growing population became Ribby with Wray. As there was already a Wray in the county of Lancaster (Lune Valley) the spelling of the village name was changed to Wrea. As the village has the largest village green in the county and to distinguish it further from the other Wray, the name "Wrea Green" was born.

Between 1846 and 1961, the village was served by Wrea Green railway station.

The property at the northern end of Church Row was for many years the office of J. Wareing & Son (Wrea Green) Ltd but before this was a sub-branch of the District Bank Ltd.

In 1897 Wrea Green suffered a plague of sparrows and the Parish Council agreed to pay a halfpenny for every sparrow, sparrow's egg or rat’s tail that was collected.

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