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I started work at the laboratory in the Llandarcy Oil Refinery in 1942 for the great weekly wage of one pound, one shilling and ninepence, when I was 16. Mostly women worked in the lab but once the war was over the company only employed men. They did keep the women already employed there. The village of Llandarcy was just up the road from the refinery and there was a building known as the Institute where ...see more
My grandma (Whinnie) and father grew up here, and owned Staxton Garage for a while (Mike Hearing). I spent the most enjoyable childhood there. It makes me smile thinking of all of the older people, always smiling and telling a good yarn (story) as you walked though the village. It is a beautiful place, you have the River Hertford less than a mile away, and the Wolds on your doorstep (the best playground in the world). You ...see more
I have noticed one or two comments with regard to 'Mitchelmores Gardens' in Duddleston Road/Black Lion Lane. I think that the writers are perhaps a little confused. Mr Mitchelmore was an Elder of the Presbyterian Church and also the Sunday School Superintendent. As I recall he did have a lovely garden but he and his wife lived in Station Road. As I understand it ...see more
Please note to avoid confusion, the memories on other pages from Geoffrey Powell ... My name was changed on leaving RAF but was SAC Geoffrey Pallett when at Goldsborough 1961/3. Please e-mail geoffrey.m3uxb@virgin.net Thank you, Geoff.
My in-laws and their relatives lived on Peniel Green Road, not Heol Las as Dr Suschnigg suggests. I married my husband in 1949 and moved to Manchester. Many times we travelled on a motor bike from Manchester to Llansamlet, over the Brecon Beacons where the mist could be seen way below us. We used to sing at the top of our voices, probably irritating the people in Brecon - it would have been about midnight that we ...see more
I have very happy memories of my grandparents. My grandad had an enormous beard, and grandma always wore a long flowered apron. Grandad used to sit me on the handle of the lock gate while he slowly opened it to let the water level rise or drop so the water level in the lock was the same as the river and then the barge could go on its way. My mother left New Haw to live in Grimsby, ...see more
Although I did not live there, my father's great grandmother Ann Puttergill lived for about sixty of her eighty years there. She married a Richard Puttergill who was born in Brant Broughton about 1840. His parents were the village carpenters and he carried on the family business, eventually qualifying as a master carpenter. He died in Brant Broughton around 1875. Ann Puttergill, Richard's widow, lived in the ...see more
This is a beautiful little church, well worth the walk to get to it. My great-great-great grandfather is buried in the church yard and I went there in 2004, with my mother when she came home for what was to be her last visit. She died a short two years later from a muscle neuron disease and the wonderful memories I have of that trip and the beautiful places we visited are a blessing. Cornwell Church has a ...see more
I was stationed in the USAF at RAF Lakenheath. I resided at Church View, Church Road with my wife, 3 daughters, and our 3 Shelties. My oldest daughter Cindy learned to ring bells at the church and was sweet on a local boy, Robert Pepper, who was killed early in life on a motorcycle. My den turned into a local gathering place for the teens in the village and I thoroughly enjoyed my tour, the people in the town ...see more
I came across this site while searching history. I have a story about Fylingdales. I was 19 and posted to a place called Goldsborough and we travelled daily to Fylingdales to clear uxb ordinance. Our vehicles were recognised by red mudguards to denote bomb disposal business. Does anyone remember the vehicles in question trundling through Lyth,Sandsend, the outskirts of Whitby, Love Lane, and Ruswarp, ...see more
In the 1950s we called ourselves "Wolf Cubs" and I remember being taken in the back of a removal lorry with all our camping gear for a week long camp with the 4th Bexleyheath Cubs at Birchington. Although it was supposed to be a "camp" in fact we all stayed in a hut but spent most of our time on happy outdoor activities. The highlight was a day's outing to Margate. I remember ...see more
One of the many items on the Oxford "tourist trail" is a weekend long folk festival which is supported by dozens of morris dancing sides from all over England. This year Whitethorn Morris appeared for the first time and brought a huge side of 12 dancers and almost as many musicians! The dance events take place mainly in the pedestrianised streets of the city centre and the last ...see more
What happy days and nights, beach parties at Hengistbury Head, can it really be 44 years ago that this magical place came into my life, it was to have a life-long thread connecting to me. Oh, what can one say - the thrill of late-night fires on the beach, the smell of wood smoke from driftwood, a young girl's smile in the firelight - these feelings, like the moment a silk scarf passes across your face, will ...see more
My great-great-grandfather lived here at Shoemakers Close, and my great-grandfather David Hay with his mother, Helen Millie. My great-grandfather was a shoemaker, as was his son John Millie. My great-grandfather died June 19th 1863, he was ageed 70 years, a good age at that time. My husband, who was born in 1932, was born just across the road from the Canongate Tolbooth. How the years have flown.
Prudhoe Castle has always been a part of my life since I was born in 1938. My mother moved to Prudhoe Castle, where she was employed as a maid, to be nearer to my father who lived in Castle Dene. They eventually married and produced my brother Don in 1934, then me in 1938. After the war ended in 1945, various residents came to the Castle, one of them being Senor Hosea Paniego, who was ...see more
I lived at on Staghills Road (my maiden name was Taylor) and I went to Newchurch C of E School until 1958. I remember Mrs Roberts and Mrs Barlow, the teachers in the top 2 classes. My favourite time at school was when we were allowed to go across to the field at playtime. Sadly the school was pulled down and replaced by a new one down Dark Lane. Newchurch was a lovely village, then they went and pulled ...see more
I was born and brought up at "The Woodbine" which was next door to Peniel Chapel. Living in Pontlliw was such a great experience but sadly I have not been back in many many years. Would love to see some more old photgraphs of the village.
My maiden name was Quarman. I boarded at St Bride's School in the late 1940s and early 1950s. The headmistress was Miss Thompson, assistant Miss Watson. We wore a green unifrom. I ued to enjoy ballet in gym on Wednesday afternoons. I played Mustardseed in 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', ha ha ha. A few of the friends I remember were Anne Bradford, Athenie Gerome, Penelope ...see more
Do you have any photos of the Womens Land Army Hostel in 1946?
A demi paradise, Fluids Lane was at the far end of the village towards Glen Road, I think. It contained a stream, and woods. What wonderful memories I have of that place, nothing can compare, we played for hours damming the stream, climbing trees etc., away from home all day. The lane went on to the fields that housed the air force base, or aerodrome, and also the German prisoners of war that we befriended, hard to ...see more
The windmill shown in the Willingdon photos was always known to me as the Polegate windmill. I remember it when it was in working order and watching the mill stones grinding the grain. This was in the 1950s when the Council houses were starting to be built there. Later the mill closed and went into decline for some years until it was decided to restore it. I knew the gentleman who was given the job of cleaning out ...see more
I met my late husband whilst working at the Cow & Gate in 1955. Although neither of us worked there for very long, we'd some good memories. We married in August 1957, at that time I was working at Verrington Hospital as a nursing assistant, or as we were then called, a nursing auxillary. Many years have passed,since those days. We came to live in Ireland in 1971 with our three children, all of whom are now ...see more
My mother spent many happy times at Pickmere. Thow's tea rooms was owned by her aunt and uncle, John and Annie Thow. As a child she would help out selling ice cream and serving customers. Does anybody remember Thows? To the sender of the message 'WALL HILL FARM', the picture you refer to looks like the back of the Thow's tea rooms (l have a picture of the front of the property), do you know if this ...see more
I hope this memory of Normacot is the first of many to be placed by me and then hopefully by others. I was born in 1944 in Lower Spring Road, (opposite Garbetts Toffee Factory), one of a family of 5 children ... Len, me! (Jeff), Dave, Rob and little sister Dorothy (Dotty). We had a very active young life, school at Uttoxeter Primary and then Queensberry Secondary Modern, nd played ...see more
This isn't a memory, but I would like to hear about other people's memories as to the Woolpack at Wainfleet. I have been the landlady of this hotel for the last 7 months and would like to know some history about the premises prior to the 1950s - can anyone help?
The name of the farm on the right of the photo is Wall Hill Farm, it was my dad's farm until he died in 1979. My auntie used to live in the Blacksmith's cottage across the road opposite until she passed away.
Two of my aunts had guest houses in Cliftonville and every year we ventured from Berkshire by train or by coach via Victoria coach station for our annual holiday in Margate. My memories are simple and straightforward, to me it was the happiest place on earth. From the time I saw the noticeboard in Birchington advertising 'What's On' at the Winter Gardens to the time we rolled out 2 weeks later, ...see more
My ancester Edward Dutch built and ran this hotel after the village fire in 1892 - as recorded in the censuses of the time. Take a look at my family history at www.thedutchfamily.co.uk/h_dutch.htm
Spent a while looking at Glyndyfrdwy on Google maps and came across 3 areas just below Glyndyfrdwy that look like very large limestone mounds. There appears to be derelict remnant of miners? houses by these rocks. The area looks fascinating and well worth a visit for photography! Would be so grateful though if someone can cast a light on these limestone areas and their ruins. Whether they are old quarries or mining communities - - help please!
As a kid in the eighties, I used to mess around by the Wellington Monument, back then it was like a jungle all around it, and you couldn't really see it properly unless you were right in front of it. A group of volunteers did a brilliant job of clearing a lot of the bushes back, so now you can see it better from a distance which I think is how it should be seen. We were told as kids that a workman accidently dropped his lunch into the monument when it was being built!
As a kid in the eighties,i used to mess around by the Wellington monument, back then it was like a jungle all around it, you could'nt really see it properly unless you were right in front of it. A group of volunteers done a brilliant job of clearing alot of the bushes back,so now you can see it better from a distance which i think is how it should be seen.We were told as kids that a workman accidently dropped his lunch into the monument when it was being built LOL
I was born in 193 Oxford Street, Pontycymer in 1935. I left to go into the army for National Service at the age of 18 in 1954. I returned for just 1 year in 1956 when I returned to the Midlands, to Birmingham. The house I lived in was the Morris's shop opposite the chapel and at the top of the hill leading to Blandy Park football ground. My grandmother and aunt ran the shop. I now live in Shirley, Solihull. I ...see more
Castle Square in the 1930s was the terminal point for a bus service to Beddgelert run by the Brown Bus Service. Memory has it that the bus ran every two hours or so and had a garage (now a mountain-climbing gear retailers) on the right hand side of the main road entering Beddgelert. The bus shown, a brown and cream Daimler of early 1920s vintage, was ramshackle and dilapidated by the late 1930s, a ...see more
I remember playing hide and seek with family and friends, one of our hiding places was the war bunker at the park, then when they bricked it up, we were gutted. Every year we go back as my father was from Saron and I always look at the bunker.
I do not have a specific memory myself but I think my great-granny worked here. On the 1901 census she is listed as a kitchen domestic. At the time Lady Ashburton and her children Alexander and Lilian Baring and many other servants are listed as living here. I am tracing my family tree and I am looking for any books or photographes taken around 1900 or any local historian that may have some more infomation ...see more
My grandfather George Rhodes opened the Krusty Loaf bakery in the High Street in 1969 and ran it to 2003. Market Drayton was a beautiful little town then, it's so sad to see it in the mess it is now!
I finished school at A.C.H.S. in mid-summer of 1950. I know it has been torn down for housing, but cannot remember the name of the street it was on. We rode the bus from Cove, when we got off the bus in Cove we would meet the kids coming from the secondary modern school in Cove. They hated us because we wore school uniforms and they threw stones at us. Back then one had to pass what was ...see more
I was born in 1938 in London. My parents moved to Burnt Oak when I was 3. The Second World War made a big impression on me. I remember having to sleep in an indoor steel cage. Other times we had to dash over to the air raid shelters in Watling Park, carrying our bedding with us. The shelters were long, like submarines, half in the ground and half out. There seemed to be a lot of people in one shelter, which ...see more
My family ame from Inverurie but I would be 16 before I visited. Aunt Jeannie lived at Chapel Cottage, North Street and was the chiropodist. Great Aunt Magde also lived there, she owned Reid's boot and shoemakers in Market Place, this had belonged to my grandfather. Having been brought up in West Yorkshire and all the mills, arriving in Inveruie was a breath of fresh air to me. I would walk from Market Place to ...see more
My father ran this pub around 1952 - 53 when I was a small child. It was taken over by the Walkers who were running it when this photo was taken. Bill Livsey (spelling?) owned the farm. We still have an original Frith postcard of this scene. In 1954 we left the UK and I have lived overseas ever since. I have only been back to the UK and the pub (still being run by the Walkers) once as a student in the early 1960s.
My aunt, Beryl Reid, moved into Honey Pot Cottage in Wraysbury in the late 1950s and we spent many happy days visiting her. The river was fascinating and there was a houseboat on the other side of the river that seemed to be there for years and years. She had a lovely curved stone seat at the bottom of the garden where I used to sit and let the water lap my feet and the ducks used to come up into ...see more
Living far away from Bynea it was lovely and sad to see in this second photo of Bynea that the bus pictured is outside the house that I was born in in 1941. This house is approximately 110 years old and has always been in the Cooper family. Many happy days were spent by the village boys and girls playing in the field opposite - cae Llewellyn I think it was called - and on the tip. I can´t remember it ever raining only the hot, dusty days!! Marilyn Cooper Lewis
My grandfather William Love was born at the cottage attached to the butcher and slaughterhouse at the foot of Love Lane. This Lane was named after his father (my great-grandfather). William Love worked at the Moore's bakery for 30 years. I have never lived in this area and would love to hear any memories anyone may have. My father was Howard John Love.
I can remember being a very nervous new entrant to the Grammar School and going to Langers to buy a tennis racket and hockey stick. The public conveniences and telephone box were opposite, if I remember rightly.
Would anyone have a photo of 29 Station Road, Frimley? If it's still standing, that is. I was born there in 1951. I'm now a resident of Australia and would like to see it. If you can help, please send to qp2742@yahoo.com.au Many thanks. Ian.
I remember my dad taking me to the White Hart Pub in Pirbright in the sixties, dad took great delight in telling me that it was the only pub he was ever barred from whilst a young Guardsman at the nearby Guards Depot in Pirbright.
I was born in High Lane Brown Edge and lived there until 1963. I have lots of memories, everyone knew each other, they didn't need to lock the doors in fear of unwanted intruders, in fact during the war years neighbours became family. I had a fabulous childhood - times were spent in the fields playing ball games in the summer and sledging in the winter. We also had great neighbours in the Steele family, and spent ...see more
Turvey Abbey was owned in those days by Rupert Allen who owned an engineering factory in Bedford. My father was employed on the estate as gardener/general factotum (and was paid a pittance for the privilege). The Abbey had a few cows, pigs, geese and chickens. It was often my job to go out at dusk to shut up the chickens to stop the foxes getting them. I remember it was quite spooky as it got dark ...see more
Anyone got anything to say? I now live in North Yorkshire, and have lived there since 1976.
I well remember starting at Wyggeston Girls' Grammar School in Sept 1968 with my new shiny leather satchel. I was so proud of my black velour hat, black gloves, and 'sensible lace-up shoes'. It had been my ambition to go to Wyggy Girls' from the age of five, when a girl visited class 1, St Joseph's Primary School, Armadale Drive. I fell in love with the uniform. I was so thrilled when I found out I ...see more
I was a patient at the Southstoke Hospital in approx 1950 and again in 1952/53. I recently visited the village and was sad to find that the beautiful house appears to be 'run down' and the hospital/convalescent home long since gone. I would be interested in any books, photos or memories of Southstoke House. As a small child I spent many years hospitalised in and around Bath. Two ...see more
I was born in London in 1940. Our flat was demolished by the first flying bomb so my parents moved to West Kingsdown when I was three months old. From an early age I remember being taken quite regularly by my mother along the A20 hitching a ride to Wrotham. When arriving in Wrotham and after walking along the High Street we turned left down a hill and a short distance down on the right was a butcher. I believe ...see more
I'd be interested to know more about the Old Bakery on the High Street - I believe my great-grandfather, Arthur Brown, worked there at some point. The Brown family lived at 5 Rose Cottages, Station Road and also at 6 Foley Cottages, High Street (from at least the 1940s to 1961). I've found Rose Cottages, but I'm still trying to locate Foley Cottages - can anyone help?
I was born in Dartford and at the age of three I was adopted and brought up in Westgate. I can recall the good old days of the steam trains running through Westgate from London and I can remember running down to the main road running through to Margate by the Walmer Castle pub on a Saturday and Sunday morning around lunch time, to watch the London buses bringing the day-trippers ...see more
My mum and dad owned the Lonsdale off-licence during the 1960s and 1970s. I went to Brampton Manor, a few teachers stick in my memory but Dr Groom has to be the world's best physics teacher. I remember bunking off, walking over the dumps and going over to Beckton Lido during the summer, where you paid your entrance and then got a little locker key that you had to safety-pin to your shorts. I remember learning to drink ...see more
Ebbsfleet is now home to the Ebbsfleet international train station, but most people will not know of its history. An excavation at Ebbsfleet revealed mammouth fossils and a Stone Age site where found under the car park at Ebbsfleet international train station. The site was uncovered by landscape workers on Ebbsfleet, northwest Channel Tunnel Rail Link car park.
Nice to see the old village hall again, I used to go with my mum to Mothers Club in the 1960s and lots of jumble sales, church bazaars, barn dances and even football training. At some jumble sales we used to try and climb in the toilet window to avoid paying the admission fee. It was such a shame the hall was pulled down in the 1970s. It was built by Sir Henry Harben on C. T. Lucas's land in the ...see more
Please does anyone remember a shop owned by my grandparents in this area, under the name of either BROADHURST or APPLEYARD? I would be very grateful if anyone could recall the names. Winefred Broadhurst was my grandmother born in 1900. Thankyou very much. debasket42@aol.com
Please does anyone remember any shop in Royston or Barnsley owned by my grandparents? They either used the name Appleyard or Broadhurst. I would be very grateful if anyone could remember. debasket42@aol.com
I remember Port Regis very well, I stayed there as a child. It was a convalescent home then for girls. The nuns used to take us down to the beach every Wednesday afternoon - Kingsgate beach that is. Though it is 40-some odd years ago I still remember it as if it was yesterday. I remember my very best friend there, her name was Frances. There also were the sisters Diane and Sheila, and I also remember all the nuns' ...see more
My husband Gerald and I moved into 1 Grove Cottage 6 years ago. We love living in a house so full of history and often try to imagine what it would have been like during the hundreds of years people have lived here. It's certainly a lot more comfortable now with central heating, running water and electricity instead of the fire on the ground, the well outside and candles to see by. If anyone has photos of ...see more
The impressive entrance on Lavender Hill actually led into the Council Offices, where I started work when I left school in 1966. At that time they had changed very little since their Victorian origins; there was a grand staircase opposite the main door, with a half-landing then curving wings sweeping up on each side to the first floor. A larger than lifesize statue of a reclining woman, who I seem to recall ...see more
This is a view of the riverside walk in Wandsworth Park on Putney Bridge Road, looking towards the 'Iron Bridge', the railway bridge across the river just downstream of Putney Bridge.
The church in this photograph is the Catholic Church of St Thomas á Becket on West Hill.
I vividly remember my days as a boarder at the convent school in Monks Kirby. I was very young when I attended this school, but the memories have never left me, and I believe my experiences there shaped my personality to a large extent. Are there any other ex-pupils who attended Monks Kirby school around the same time? I would love to hear some of your memories!
My granparents, Sid and Nancy Harris, nee Podgers, lived and went to school in Broadwoodkelly. They lived in the rectory, Silver Trees, when I and my sister Liz were growing up. We loved visiting and sleeping in this huge and wondrous house, it seemed so magical, especially the grounds. My gran, Nancy, would lay the enormous kitchen table for tea, with homemade sponge cake and cream and butter that we'd ...see more
My husband was in the Navy and we were stationed in Edzel from 1972 until 1975. We lived in Greystone in what was called 'The White House'. We had the greatest Scottish neighbours and I would so love to get in touch with them. My children and grandchildren are coming to Scotland June 13, 2009. We are so excited about going back to the place where we loved. Our neighbors were Hans and Rose Goetz. ...see more
I lived and worked in the area for 20 years from 1966 and this was a time of slow change starting for Bracklesham. The lane is now called Sea Lane, the flowing tamarisk bushes have gone and both side of the road are lined with housing or shops with a pay car park on the seafront. In the early days there was a Pontins holiday camp in Farm Road (now a large housing estate) and Gibson's ...see more
I moved to East Wittering in 1966 and worked in the area for the next 20 years. The two cottages on the left were originally the village post office but have long since been demolished although a local resident acquired the front porch for a garden feature. The large building in the centre is the Royal Oak Public House which in the 1960's had a fish and chip shop beside it and beside that ...see more
Does anyone have memories of my great grandmother Ellen Evans, my granddad David Evans, my grandma Florence Evans, a great uncle Bill and his wife Nancy? Iam trying to compile my family tree without much success. I would be so grateful for any information. I do remember going to Cynwyd in 1971 to my great aunt Jane's funeral who I think was granddad's sister.
It's twenty five years gone March since the miners' strike but it does not seem like five minutes to me and my family. I remember it like it was yesterday. Many families went to hell and back and some families still don't speak. I don't feel like the strike has been talked about enough since the 25 year anniversary. What with the recession and people ...see more
I was evacuated to 6 Elm Street 1939-1945. Are there any other evacuees still around that still hold fond memories of those wartime years spent with those wonderful people of Gilfach Goch?
I lived my early years in Godalming, in a small house opposite the Salvation Army Hall in Mint Street. In the 1930s we moved to Peperharow Road. My father Ernest Covey was the Steward of Brookhall, Charterhouse for a number of years. I went into the Royal Engineers in 1937, as a Boy Soldier. I learned to swim in the Ginny and went to the Bell School. I found since, that Covey folks have lived in Godalming since the ...see more
I was a pupil from 1937 until 1941 when I left to go out into the wide wide world and I always said that we went in to the Bisley Schools as boys and very soon became men as many of us went into the services and made a mark for us the rest of our lives Where are they all now? The schooling was second to none as I have looked back and it helped us on our way to be self-reliant, and my children I know have ...see more
Hi, I'm trying to find some people: Doris May Fisher born 1910 and Harry William Fisher born 1913, both born at St Ann's Lane, Godmanchester. Their parents were Harry William Fisher and Gertrude Church. Harry William senior died in 1932. Apparently the last address for Harry junior was Cambridge Villas, also someone told me Harry junior was hit by a police car after leaving the Black Bull pub and killed, does this ring any bell? Any info please get in touch.
Hello, I am the son of an Italian prisoner who spent a long period in Potterspury (according to my father's memory). I am in search of information on that period. My father worked there as a labourer on a farm, I don't know the name of that family, but I would like to thank those people and in particular the owner of that farm. I am looking for someone who met my father: my ...see more
I was born and brought up in Widnes but we used to go for holidays in Bagillt where we stayed with an old friend of my parents, Father Holcroft. He was the local Catholic priest and we stayed in his house which had a farm adjoining with chickens and a goat which sometimes strayed into the house. The Catholic chapel was very simple as I recall, basically a big hut with a corrugated iron roof and I served mass there ...see more
I was born in Hindringham to Eva and John (Jack) Smith and attended the village school (the one at the foot of Church Hill). The principal was Miss Flood and the infant teacher Miss McDonald. My mother ran the village shop (this is now a B & B and prior to this the Post Office - run and owned by my eldest sister Florence). Dad had a smallholding near Field House. The shop was often a meeting ...see more
This memory goes from 1953 up to the 1960s because our holidays in them days were always at Rossington, staying with Nanna. Me my older brother Alex and my twin brother John loved it. Nanna and Grandad were Jack and Burtha Bird who lived at 57 Haig Crescent. Grandad was a miner like a lot of people in Rossington. One of my memories was watching for Grandad coming home after night shift. My twin brother ...see more
