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Your memory from Clive. Was that Clive the Co-op milkman? I lived in Fortescue Road during the 50s and 60s and I used to wait on the corner of Fortescue Road and Watling Avenue early in the morning waiting for Clive to come along and, with luck, if he didn't have a milkboy I would get the job and the half a crown that came with it. If Clive had a milkboy for the day I would wait an hour or so for Arthur the Express ...see more
We moved to Brighton in 1959 and my parents Pat and Jim Webb bought a house here after spending their honeymoon here (lived in Dulwich). I remember when there were very few cars parked in the road and we could always play safely out on the street. Nowadays cars are parked top to tail in both directions! We lived at no 3 and there used to be a big field behind our house and my brother and I would go scrumping ...see more
The building shown on the right of this photo was Benfleet Yacht Club's boatshed. The clubship is the large, dark boat moored near it. When I was a child, we used to swim in the Creek from the slipway at the Yacht Club. We could swim whilst the tide was coming in, but had to get out as the tide turned before the stuff from the sewage outfall got washed downstream to the Yacht Club!!!!
The pub on the right of the road shown in this photo used to be called 'The Crown'. In the late 1960s/early 1970s a lorry driving down this hill jack-knifed and demolished the front of the pub. After the building was repaired, the name of the pub was changed to 'The Half Crown'.
The bridge that this photo was taken from used to open so that boats could get through it to the Yacht club. The Yacht club had to be moved downstream of the bridge before the new, non-opening bridge was built.
I became landlady of The White Swan as it was then, with my husband Gordon, who has since died. It had previously been run as an up market restaurant, but had not been successful. We concentrated on the village life, bringing the community together. Introduced bar skittles, darts, and instead of the restaurant, kept to plain English home-made cooking. We always had a themed New Year party, and people would be ...see more
I grew up in Kirkcaldy and this castle and its grounds was a great mass of interesting places to hide, climb and explore. It was in effect our playground between the years of 1984 through to 1988. Even the local high school (Viewforth) used the park grounds to the left of the castle and still does for cross country.
I am looking for information about Sarnesfield in the 1700s and about the court house. Also, as I live in Canada and do not know much about the British law system, I would need to know how the courts operated in those years. What I need to know is about the size of the town, prominent citizens, marketplace and anything else you could tell me about Sarnesfield. Or where I could obtain this information. This is ...see more
Did Ledsham actually have a station? I've seen photos of what is titled Ledsham Station, but I've also seen a photo titled, 'Little Sutton, c. 1906' with a lovely sign above the building in the photo saying '1909', which has lead me to distrust photos from the past somewhat. I've tried Googling for information on the station, but I cannot for the life of me find anything about it to see if it exists. The ...see more
I remember Clapham High Street well. My mum worked in Lyons Tea Shop that stood next to the bank. It turned into the butcher shop. I remember meeting my mum, she would have all left over cakes. We thought it was great - all the sticky buns and gingerbread men. It was memories of my childhood.
I lived in Kirby Hill for one year from 1965 to 66, I was a 13 year old boy. I absolutely loved my time there and have many happy memories. My Mother and Father bought the Shoulder of Mutton in 1965 taking myself and brother Frank ( then aged 7) to live in this fantastic area of North Yorkshire. My Father in fact was responsible for creating the restaurant area from what was then the beer ...see more
Great times were had at the river at the bend as we children called it, we would make mud slides down the banks. What fun we had. There was always a good crowd there on a Sunday afternoon, but now its all quiet, no swimmers, the bend has long since gone.
My mother has a copy of this photo on her wall. She remembers a photographer asking to take the photo and then sent them a copy that was printed as a postcard (She still has the original card which I enlarged and printed for her many years ago). I am told that the 2 ladies pushing the prams are my grandmother (Peggy Prebble) and her twin sister (Elsie Cheshire). The girl in the middle is my mother, Patricia Margaret and the girl in the pram is her sister Joyce.
Oh yes, the War was on during this time. Shops were open their regular hours. The locals bought their necessities and everyone came and went as usual. The general feeling was 'To Hell With Hitler, we will carry on regardless'. This also meant birthdays for children went on like normal. My aunt from Manchester, Auntie Burley, came to visit us at Buckhurst Hill. While here she would help celebrate ...see more
This image of Prudhoe and the Tyne Valley is very interesting because the Northern or Ovingham side has not changed greatly. Field boundaries etc are as I look at. But the southern side where the photographer stood is now and has been since the 1970s a mass of houses. Prudhoe Castle First School is probably somewhere in the near aspect of the view.
I was born in East Harlsey in 1946 and was educated in the village school which of course is now a private house, or is it two. I remember there being two classrooms and, if my memory is correct, the teacher was a Mrs Lyle?? I seem to remember we called her "jam pot". At that time the shop was run by a Mrs Topham, not sure of the spelling. My grandmother was the caretaker of the village hall as she was for about ...see more
I was born and bred at home, 19 Newall Street Salford 5, in 1960. A small street just off Eccles New Road near to Cross Lane. I often sit and remember the tight, cobbled streets where we played Rallyheaveho, Football and Kick Ball Hide. All the kids, all the time, we just loved playing......Robbers Knock, a game that would get us a clip round the lughole if we got caught!..'The Purse Trick' was our ...see more
My mother is now 86 years old and her short term memory is failing fast. She can remember things from her childhood more easily. She was born in Silver Street, Milverton in 1921, the daughter of Percy Frank Moore and Hilda Winter. Percy was a local baker and he would take her on his bike to deliver bread around the village. She says she played in an area of land called the "the Kill". Percy was later persuaded to ...see more
The Marine Parade East is where the Geisha Hotel is on the corner of Orwell Road. This photo is of the road in about 1955 and the hotel can just been seen along the road on the left.
The Royal Hotel was built in about 1872 and was still a hotel right up to about 1994 when the building became disused and went into a bad and poor building!!! But in 2007 the building has now been started work on to restore it to how it used to be back in the 1960s and 70s and is going to cost around the £10,000,000 mark.
My father was one of the local butchers, Jack Grigg. He and my mother ran the shop opposite the church. My grandfather was John Charles Grigg who lived at a house called Mount View at the bottom of Rose Hill. When my father was born he was living at no. 9 Station Road. My greatgrandfather, Charles Rogers Grigg lived at Canal Cottages between the canal and Bailey's corn store. My great-great ...see more
Interesting seeing the comment about Lee Tower Ballroom, I also have many memories as my Dad played in the Tower Band. The band was Bert Sharps Band and my Dad was Harry Weston, Tenor Sax and Clarinet. If my memory serves me well, the drummer was an ex-Marine bandsman called "Nobby" who I sometimes sat with as a lad, pianist was Jack Grist and trumpet was Danny Deveraux whose son by a great coincidence, I served in the army with in 1963.
I will continue with some information on the businesses in St Blazey around 1950. Station Road, starting with no. 1. Grigg's the butchers, the house where I was born and the shop run by Jack Grigg. The next business, no.3 Station Road was the fish and chip shop run by Everett Turner and his wife. I remember the coal fired range and the white tiled top tables for the sit down meals. The next business, no.13, ...see more
Risca, was the town where I was born, under the shadow of Tymbarlm. I could see the fields leading to the mountain from my bedroom window, in Fernlea. The canal bank was where I would ride my pony Silver. All my memories of Risca are very happy ones, it was home and my childhood.
As a native of St Blazey, I would like to write about the businesses there at the time. The first shop on the church side " The International Stores", a fine shop managed by Mr Vincent, who also owned the newsagents in Station Road. Next to "Star" (the name used by locals for the International, because it was originally the Star Tea Company) was Barlow's cycle shop. Next the shop of the Best brothers, ...see more
I found when researching the 1901 census that members of my husband's family worked at the Asylum. My husband's grandfather, Alfred Charles (Charlie) Southern worked there until his death in 1944. His job was described as "Mental Nurse". Charles' sister Glen Dora also worked there as did his mother Anne and other relatives. Some were described as laundresses. I wondered whether they actually worked in a laundry at the asylum or whether they did laundry for the asylum at home.
Very sketchy memories - maybe someone will fill the blanks. My father was RAF at the Wellington bomber base. I lived for a short period in a single row of cottages, near the base and a railway line. I had to cross the line over a small bridge to go to a school just the other side. My parents were show-biz people and used to entertain workers at a nearby factory. I was also part of the first Scout troupe formed - 1st Colwich ...see more
What a wonderful site. These photos bring back so many lovely memories. From this one I can see the house I grew up in (34 High St) and my Dad's cinema. This photo was taken the year that I was born. I can also see the hospital that I was born in. I miss Berkeley, it will always be home. I now live in Western Canada and there are no towns here anywhere near as perfect as this one. Hi to all who I know, if you ...see more
King John's Palace is the oldest residence in the village of Colnbrook and has been listed by English Heritage as a Grade II* property because of its age and historic interest. It pre-dates Tudor times to about the 13th century and was visited by Queen Elizabeth I and indeed King John stayed in the footprint area of this nice thatched home/hunting lodge on his way to sign the Magna Carta. The 'palace' is ...see more
The day rock 'n' roll singer Eddie Cochran was killed, I went around London and had my picture taken on Eros, then in the evening I went with my friend to see Adam Faith on stage. It was a sad day because of the death of Eddie C. but we did enjoy Adam F. I also took a picture of a young 'bobby' which I still have to this very day. I was a teenager at the time. Great memories!
The low building to the right was the shop of George Mercer - Bootmaker, the building on it's right with the large chimney was the home of my Great Grandfather Henry Mercer who expanded into 2 then 3 of the cottages as his family grew ( 10 children). Henry worked on the opposite side of the common at the woodyard. The man in foreground with the horse is probably Mr Stemp, groundsman for both Cranleigh School ...see more
I remember being taken to see a clown here. I think his name might have been Coco. It is lovely that there are still children's entertainments in exactly the same spot! It's a roundabout and trampolines now though.
I visited the Gwytherin church and the Lion Inn in August 2007 and was upset to learn that the church is now deconsecrated. It seemed to us to be a very special place with the megaliths, the connection to St Winifride, the wonderful ancient yews. What is the future for this sacred spot - will it be sold to a developer? It seems to deserve a protected status. I am sure that many people would love to ...see more
I visited Uley last year because I am finding out about my family history and I found out that my Gt Gt Grandmother was born in Uley in the year 1833 so it is a long time ago. Her name was Hannah Heath and she worked in the cloth mill but I found that when the work ran out she moved to Bristol, married and had 8 children among which was my Grandad. I spent an enjoyable time going round St Giles' ...see more
My dad did boxing for the school and was Essex school boy champion around 1955 -1956. If anybody knows where the shields or boxing memorabilia are please could you get in touch with me on janefinch550@btinternet.com.
I just love this photo because my gran was born here in the 1890s. She was Elizabeth Ann Barwick (nee French) and she also, when married, lived just around the corner at Southern Wood Farm, Malmsmead. Wonderful lady.
'ROLL OUT THE BARREL'. I REMEMBER BEING TAUGHT THAT SONG WHILE THE BLITZ WAS GOING ON BY MY GRAN. WE LIVED IN ZEBRA STREET, HIGHER BROUGHTON. WE WERE IN THE AIR RAID SHELTER IN OUR YARD WHEN ONE NIGHT WHEN THE SHELTER SHOOK AND THREW US ALL OVER. WE FOUND OUT NEXT MORNING THAT WALNUT STREET JUST ROUND THE CORNER HAD BEEN FLATTENED BY A PARACHUTE MINE. THE ONE HAPPY EVENT IN THE BLITZ WAS THE BIRTH OF MY ...see more
Bryant's Post Office with Mrs Robson, a Queen Motherish figure always dressed in a black two piece, dishing out pensions, stamps and postal orders from the aloof position behind her cage. Duggie Bain's cobblers, the warm oily smell, my first football boots were bought there for 13/6d. The proprietor ever smiling, with his gold rimmed glasses, shiny bald head, gammy leg and leather apron, he could have been ...see more
I know records will prove me wrong, but summer seemed to start around the beginning of May and last until getting on to Bonfire night. We walked to Witton-le-Wear night after night to swim then walked home or, if we were lucky, got a lift in an empty meat van, not unlike the one driven by Corporal Jones in 'Dads Army'. When it got too cold to swim we set about building and guarding our bonfire in the park. There were ...see more
I grew up in Glentham, having lived there all my life until the age of 31 when I was driven out in January 2000. I buried my late father there in December 1991. My father had already buried my mother and his own parents, my grandparents there. My father had spent many years as a parish and district councillor there, being credited as the prime mover in establishing a village hall and mains sewerage in the village ...see more
James O. Clazey and his wife, Charlotte lived at 4 Cambria Street from 1881 to the 1900s. James had been a schoolmaster and does not appear in the 1901 Census so somewhere before that time...he died. Charlotte had a grocer/confectionary business there. At one point, all the children worked in it. Children were: George Oswald Clazey; Ellen Craig Clazey; Oswald Clazey; Maggie Clazey and Charlotte ...see more
Richard Spry and Mary Palmer married in Marhamchurch in 1825. In 1856, John Spry, their son married Grace Jewell. Two sons, Henry Jewell and William J. Spry were born there before the family emigrated to Ontario, Canada. John and Grace would have been my great-great grandparents... Sharon Spry
Tiverton is an attractive market town in mid-Devon but I have to confess I had never heard of it until the first of the family moved here in 2005! Elizabeth and I were spending a weekend in Exeter with our son David and his partner Amanda and thought it would be nice to call in to have tea with cousin Robert in Tiverton. While we were there David and Amanda went for a walk around Robert's ...see more
All the sevens - the seventh of the seventh of the seventh. 7th July 2007 was the lucky sevens date chosen by Amanda and David for their wedding. Family and friends were invited to The Two Bridges Hotel on Dartmoor for the ceremony, reception and evening dance. It was a beautifully sunny day at long last as we have been having rain nearly every day for a fortnight! This view taken in 1955 is little ...see more
I remember when I was a little girl and we lived in Gerrie Street. Opposite us was Mr Brown's Fish and Chip Shop and he made wonderful fish and chips. The window of my mum and dad's bedroom overlooked the fish and chip shop and what we called "The Bank Top". I used to creep out of bed in the summer and watch the young people getting their fish and chips and then standing on the bank top to eat ...see more
I WAS BORN AT No 2 THE SQUARE IN 1938 AND REMEMBER DECORATING THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE FOR THE QUEEN'S CORONATION. I MARRIED IN 1959 AND MY FIRST FLAT WAS AT THE CHANTRY IN FOXBURY LANE. I SERVED IN THE ROYAL AIR FORCE FOR 33 YEARS AND NOW LIVE IN DEVON. ONE OF MY YOUNGER BROTHERS NOW LIVES IN NEW ROAD (WHITE HORSE LANE IN THOSE DAYS). MY WIFE'S GRANDMOTHER, MRS HAWKINS, LIVED DOWN WHITE HORSE LANE AND ...see more
See my comments under photo S175052 - Penton Hook Lock - about the wooden weir you can just see in the middle of this image.
Not exactly sure of date, but as a child growing up in the 60s, a few houses upstream of Penton Hook Lock, I recall walking "round the Island" on many weekends. The most memorable bit, looking back, was the wooden weir crossing. You crossed the lock gates - and I can remember them being the large wooden sort - then walked towards the Island over this remarkable wooden structure. It had a roof, which made it so ...see more
Vague recollections of my first days, being taken in my little blue coat and cap by the girls next door. I seemed to cling to them for ages. (Was this a sign of things to come?) Finally graduated to playing with the boys, sliding in the school yard in black boots with 'segs' in. It was all boys because the yard then was divided by a wall and the red brick toilets and you just didn't venture into the girl's half. ...see more
Mr Joe (Cloggy) Jackson Almost everyone who met 'Cloggy' has stories to recollect of this colourful village character - Dave Quinn recalls: Mr Joe 'Cloggy' Jackson, Club Doorman and Saturday Evening vendor of 'The Pink', AKA Sunderland Echo. Invariably dressed in flat cap and tight fitting jacket, riding breeches and leather boots, Cloggy looked every inch a 'horsey man'. He claimed that as a lad he ...see more
In this picture I lived in the house with the porch sticking out, just past the pub THE BLACK BULL (white building). Up the side of my house, or country cottage as it was termed, was a slaughter house at the back. I worked in Patons & Baldwins in Darlington textile mill as a woolsorter. Malcolm
I grew up in Park Hill Court, Beeches Road in the sixties and seventies; my father was the caretaker. He used to be in charge of the bonfire on firework night, up on one of the drying grounds. The girls stood one side and the boys stood the other. My dad used to set off all the fireworks and the boys used to set those wiggly fireworks that seem to chase you! They don`t have them anymore. I went to Fircroft Infants ...see more
Between 1938-1949 I lived in Llanarth Road then at Bryn Road 1949-1959. There was no Springfield Estate (only Springfield Villas, about 6 houses). Tradespeople at that time were Davies the bakers with door to door delivery by horse and cart, the horse was named Boulter and his driver was Oliver Tovey, W.A.Ford greengrocer, Starks grocers shop opposite Pont. Low Level Station and Richards, ...see more
During WW2 I went to this venue to watch ice hockey. The teams playing were mainly, if not entirely, teams of Canadian servicemen from various UK stations. The team whose name I remember the best was from Down Ampney, an airfield a few miles north of Cricklade. I suppose it was the unusual name that has stuck in my mind all these years. Later, in 1948, the Olympic Games was held in the UK. I managed ...see more
After visiting my aunt and uncle who were the Matron and Superintendant of the Banstead Residential School, which was adjacent to the railway line, my mother and I would hasten along to the station to begin our journey home. If a train was drawing into the station on the way towards London mother would call down to the station staff on the platform, which was well below the footpath, and the train would be held ...see more
In 1959 I was 10 years old and the village was my big adventure trip out when I went to the shops for my mum. Upper Belvedere was always known as The Village when I lived there, is it still I wonder? I even went to school there too, Lesness Heath primary, so I have many fond memories. Firstly the shops. Derrett and Dorman comes to mind immediately, they sold toys and to a 10 year old that was magic - they also ...see more
I remember the old swimming pool we had back then and I was not allowed to swim because I had a bad ear. We used to sneak in during the long staff meeting sessions. I remember playing on the den site and what a football pitch we had!
Croxley Green station is now - in the 21st century - merely a shadow of its former busy life. My Auntie Dorrie (Doris Lacey) worked at this station throughout the Second World War and beyond and told me many stories of working life on the Watford to Rickmansworth line. Auntie recalls being at home in Hatch End in 1940 – she would clean the house on Thursdays. One ...see more
Mr Ley, ex Army Major who along with his family started probably one of the first Holiday Caravan sites at Par Sands. Mr Ley always drove a yellow Rolls Royce when he arrived to clean the vans. On the entrance to the site you entered the road passing on your left the Ship Inn and the little cream and red caravan used as a snack bar. Along the beach stood many Beach Huts well used in those days. ...see more
I was brought up in Redhill from 1969 to 1983. Was known as Kay Trevillion then. Redhill has changed so much since those days, what a shame!!! I now live in West Sussex. Left Redhill area when I was about 15, but still attended Redstone School, Noke Drive until age 16. Used to travel from Horley to Redhill every day by train to attend the school. Went to Earlswood First, then Brambletye Middle, then on to ...see more
My father Stan Long started Meadvale Garage in the thirties, I'm not sure of the precise date. When he purchased it, it was a derelict rat infested old builders yard and stables. He and my mother "May" together with my uncles "Les" and "Eddie" both worked hard on getting rid of the rats, digging holes for the petrol tanks and pits. Dad built it into a typical village garage, serving petrol, paraffin, used cars and ...see more
My grandmother Margaret Pullen was married to Frank Pullen. He was my step-grandfather. I know only that he served in the African Boer war and I saw the medal once. His father was a local preacher and that's all I know of him. He has 2 surviving children, Frank and Della and 3 other step-children, my father Peter Karesa, Debra Karesa and Pat Karesa.
Gowers bridge was not too far from where we lived and was a great place to take the children for a picnic, to learn to ride a tricycle and to skim stones across and see who won, then pick our way to Llyn Bwrw Eira, along the banks, sometimes walk to the swings in Trefriw, and back. We lived in Plas Isaf and Heulwen Jones and her family came too. It was harmless fun in lovely surroundings, and thus has a lot of ...see more
Frognal was mentioned in the early 15th century as a customary tenement and in 1740 Frognal field was the eastern abutment of Northfield, part of the demesne. By the 17th century there were several cottages and houses at Frognal; by then the name probably indicated the road leading from the church and manor farm northward to the heath, between the demesne on the west and Hampstead town on the ...see more
Cape Cornwall and surrounds gladdens my heart whenever I am able to visit. From the first time of seeing I have loved this particular view. We spent many happy months in this area during the 1990's and I hope to return again one day, from this distant land of Australia.
The White Mare used to serve Pims No1, No2, No3, No4 and No.5 3-card brag parties were Thursday nights.
This picture shows the street as I remember it aged four. The building on the right was the office of my father's legal practice (Pomery and Gill) and opposite was the market. As a child I loved the Saturday market, when the boiled sweets of all descriptions were on sale. I also loved the stone cows' heads across the facade. My family lived at "Bosvenna" in Priory Road until the late sixties. My father Ernest ...see more
The lovely village green and pond at Chalfont St Giles are next to a splendid pub called Merlin's Cave. This is a very popular summer evening venue for morris dancing and the dancers and musicians can soon draw a crowd of onlookers from both villagers and passing motorists. For many summers one of the local morris sides which dances here is Whitethorn Morris - often ...see more
Close to the Grand Union Canal which runs through Cassiobury Park is a splendid miniature railway. It loops through woodland, has level crossings over footpaths and criss-crosses several lines before returning to the terminus beside the canal. I remember going on this as a child myself, and then taking my son David in the 1980s. More recently I took my niece for a train ride in 2002 one hot ...see more
Having grown up in Seaton Sluice I can remember the old wooden buildings that were the chip shop and the one next to it being the butchers. I can also remember them being pulled down and the present ones being built.
My grandfather Bertie Dawson was the Lock Keeper for several years. I also lived there from around 1953 for 3 years, very happy memories !
The hot summer of 1976 - I was 16 and studying for my O levels in between minding the shop for my adopted parents Bert and Mary Belli. Our cafe was one of two Belli cafes in the town, but of course I always thought ours was superior and served the best steamed pasties and pies. That summer was also eventful because of the huge mountain fire on the Blorenge. The peat caught fire and it took the local fire brigade ...see more
I was evacuated to Milford in 1942 and lived with my parents at a bungalow called KENCOT. Father was a teacher at Stafford secondary school.
To the left of this picture was a cul-de-sac called Sandhills. My Aunty Grace and uncle and family lived here, so did my mother Margaret Anderson at some stage and later various cousins. Down the bottom to the right was the original local shop (known Gammidges? when my Mother was small) owned by Greenwood for many years later (and when I knew it). My Aunty Grace worked there until ...see more
I was born in 1953 in Northampton. Later my family moved and settled in Essex but my childhood was spent in Spratton with my Nana Anderson. She worked at Mr Tattersall's as a housekeeper and during the holidays I would go down with her. Tattersall's house was situated a little further down from Saul's butchers which is seen here on the right of the photo. This lane I think was called Brixworth ...see more
Margaret Anderson and Edward Gill married 8th October 1949 last to be married by the 'blind' vicar (does anyone remember his name I think it was Pettit) while it was named St Luke's. The name of the church was changed from that year. Julie Gill-Frisby - I walked past this church many times when my Nana Anderson walked to work at Tatersalls just down the hill.
I don't exactly have a memory of Walmgate but I know my GGGGrandfather John Browne was born in the house here. Would love to converse with anyone with any knowledge of this memory. I do know through extensive investigation via internet that John Browne was the Clerk of Works of York Minster when a fire occured. He also was a teacher of drawing and lithographs. John Browne was an artist and author of York ...see more
I did not know many of the people of the village or much of the history of the village. However there were some who stay in my memory and to this day I often think about them. All too often I cannot remember their names. I know nothing of their lives. Their trials and tribulations or indeed if they were born in the village. One such person was a Mrs Baker (at least that's what I think her name was), a very ...see more
In the 1960's as a little boy my dad, mum, little sister and me visted the grandparents in Penponds. They were known as the Laity's, Efe and Les Laity, and the Rodgers were next door, a big family.
Coming across this picture sparked memories of such happy times I had as as a child spending my summer holidays in a chalet at Seaview. It was not unusual to stay for four or more weeks in one of the chalets and spend practically every waking hour being on the beach or walking into either Whitstable or Herne Bay. I remember rummaging along the beach finding bits of pottery from the houses that fell into ...see more
