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I was in the top year at Waltham Holy Cross County Primary in 1966. We took the 9th centenary of 1066 very seriously, given King Harold's connection with the Abbey. I wrote and directed a film for the school children. The sound synchronisation didn't work so we had to also have a voice over script when the film was shown. It must have been dire, but we did our best. There was also a big ...see more
I can't help with a photo - but I can confirm that the Mascot Hotel was in York Street. I stayed there for a couple of nights in June 1958. As I recall, the hotel was about 1/3 way down York Street on the right coming from the direction of Baker street. John Cavill
I was born at 7 Sandown Crescent in 1946. I now live in Vancouver Canada but my Aunt Win still lives in the same house.
I remember playing football on the Mellons fields on Saturday mornings,
Billy Butt, Nick Butt's uncle, used to play with us. I went to the Sacred Heart School with Pat Morrisroe and Greg Thompson. Our teacher was Mr Lee.
We had some great times growing up. My last visit was in 2007, how ...see more
My wife's family the Oldcorns live in this end house and our friend Collin Parington also lives on this row. Posted Dec 2010, hasn't changed for a hundred years.
This is my father-in-law Austin A35 parked on the road, Alf Thompson was the owner.
My wife used to live in the house on the right, Number 5 Mill Close. When we were courting I would walk her home from our nights out and we use to sit on the bridge wall. This is where I had my first kiss from her, she was 17 and I was 19 years old. We have been married now for 46 years and have two children and 4 grandchildren. This is where it all started.
Does anyone remember a grocery shop in CUDWORTH called STOCKDALES please? It would have probably been in business after the war. Any memories or information would be very welcome. Mervyn Broadhurst northern Spain debasket42@aol.com
At this time I lived in Bookam and worked at The Central Electricity Research Laboratories in Leatherhead. I cycled over this bridge on my "off road" route to and fro work. Happy days! I remember the dairy but not the blacksmiths that others mention.
I have no memories of Down St. Mary, but I have a great-great-grandad from this village, Michael Rice, born December 12, 1791. I do not know when he left.
He died in Independence, Missouri, USA, in March 1854.
Are there any more Rices in this area?
Living at Ashburton, St Luke's was my local parish church where I got married in 1968, a lovely church. Although 40 plus years have passed, I still have good memories of living in the area.
Picture shows the junction of Main Road with Crossways. I moved to Crossways aged 7 in 1961. The shop on the corner by the phone box was a Co-op, and the one on the far side of Crossways was a Post Office. From 1961 to 1970 I caught the bus to Brentwood for school from stop opposite on left on photo. My father still lives in Crossways in 2010.
We moved from the garrison to the village just after the floods, I was 12. We moved into Malakwa, next door to the post office run by Mr and Mrs Smith and their daughter Silvia (I had a crush on her but that is another story). The paper shop by the railway station was run by Mr Eaton and family. People I remember are Mr and Mrs Busby and family, the Stocks who ran the grocery store, who lost their ...see more
I lived in the village in 1972 until 1980, everyone knew everyone's name and all the ladies of the house were known by 'Auntie', like 'Auntie Beryl' etc. It was a real village in those days and had lots of barns etc but all now are homes. The Buush was the hub of the village, and there was the village shop run by the Kitchens and also the post office until it moved to Myrtle Cottage ...see more
I attended Malvern Hall or Solihull High School for Girls as it was known at the time from 1962-1967. I loved the old part of the school and the imposing staircase which I never got to use as I left after my 'O' levels and it was for staff and sixth formers only. I also have an abiding memory of the cellars, which were strictly out of bounds of course! Happy days spent in wonderful surroundings.
I was stationed here at R.A.F. Netheravon in late 1958 to do trade training for the R.A.F. Police. I was only here for that duration, and can remember that it was quite cold. I made friends with a chap called Mike Howard while doing our training, and on weekends he and i used to travel around by thumbing lifts from cars. We were in uniform of course and in those days almost every car that came along would give ...see more
I remember the town hall well, situated at the traffic lights, Station Road, opposite Hollywood car sales. There was a bench seat at the rear and even ladies and gents toilets on each side. Many an evening was spent there, attempting to keep out of Copper Jones's clutches, chatting to school pals and eyeing up the girls. Oh, what fun in those heady days. And later gathering there on our motor bikes, ...see more
From 1947 to 1950 my father, V. U. Hinds, was the Station Master at Northfleet Railway Station. We lived in Berwick House, a Victorian "pile" next to the station which had two large mulberry trees in the garden.
I attended St Botolph's School next to the church. Each day I walked along the High Street from the Rly. Stn. to school, including going home for lunch. Children had lots ...see more
After a trip to Gilfach Goch in July 1999 I started researching my family tree. I live in Cape Town South Africa and my mother was Ida Brandon, born 2nd February 1919. Her brother was Ernest Brandon and her sister Lilian. Through a very kind lady and contact given to me whilst In Gilfach Goch, I contacted Ruth James of Oak Street and she kindly helped me to obtain a copy of my mother's birth certificate. ...see more
The Crown Hotel dating back to the reign of Queen Anne circa 1702. Demolished to make way for hideous 1960s architecture, Dickie Wright's butchers shop and cottage on the corner of Church Street, the bandstand where Bob Simmons stood selling the Express & Star evening newspaper, Watkiss's seed and corn shop, later to become Yates Radio & Television where we bought singles for six and eightpence, ...see more
There's a ruined church, still with roof but no windows and totally surrounded by overgrown shrubbery and a tall wall, just west of Glenlochar Barrage heading towards Laurieston. It's on the right hand side heading west and is in a little patch of greenery amongst the fields with only the roof visible from the road. There's an old green way up to it a few hundred yards long. I'm trying to find ...see more
Not so much a memory for me as I am too young to actually remember Norman. Norman's name is among the list of brave young men that left the Heath and went to fight in the Second World War, he was the younger brother of my grandfather. They were in different regiments but actually ended up in the same POW camp on the famous River Kwai after being captured by the Japs. Grandad had no idea that Nornan was ...see more
My grandmother and grandfather lived at "Oaklands", in Maesgwyn Road, opposite a corrugated iron church. The road was unmade and beyond the church to the sea was a large meadow where cattle and sheep grazed. On the other side of the road were quarrymen's terraced cottages. My grandparents moved there in the 1920s after Grandad retired. Born in 1925, I spent much of my early childhood with them in ...see more
A few of us youths made small lofts, and got the idea we would have pigeons as a hobby. The trouble was we didn't have money to buy any. We hatched a plan, we could get all the pigeons we want, the only catch was they roosted under the Town Bridge. We used to go through gate near thr White Hart. It's locked now, it used to be unlocked. we would wait till it was dark, making sure no police was about. We would go along a ...see more
I also was confirmed here by Donald Coggan, and also attended Flaxley Road primary school. I still remember getting the slipper from Miss Reid around 30 times in one term, plus the cane from the head twice - I left the school in 1969 I think and went on to the Grammar School. We had a great footy team and also a great dancing team (rmember country dancing in the square in Selby. I left Selby in 1970/71 and have visited only once since.
In our school holidays, I and one or two more used to go with cattle drovers, there were often a thousand Irish cattle arriving at the cattle dock on some Saturdays. The front of the herd would be at the Town Bridge as other cattle were still leaving the cattle dock. We would guard all the sidestreets and passageways. Cattle would be sold at the market, then were taken to various fields outside of town. One drover, ...see more
My grandfather farmed Bushey Leazes farm on the Broadlands estate until his retirement. I loved that farm, playing in hay lofts, milking the cows, they had guard geese that would come down the long lane from the farm and not let you by till Gran shouted down at them. I lived nearby in Malt House Cottage, Leigh, but spent most of my time at the farm.
My grandfather Cecil Brown was born in 1887 at Caundle Purse on Tripp Farm. His father was Albert Brown and his mother was Emma Sheppard, they were farmers all their lives in and around Barrow Hill, Stalbridge and Trent Farm.
In the Second World War, shows were put on at the Scala Cinema. It is now Poundstretchers. One night my mother took me and my brother to one of the shows, and we sat on the front seats. Most of the audience was made up R A F chaps. It was gave out that the pianist hadn't turned up, and was there anyone in the audience who could play the piano? There was a lot of shouting at the back, I turned to see what all the fuss ...see more
We first lived in White Cottages, when I was about 2, my dad Des Brown worked as a dairyman on the farm, and my mother Audrey cleaned for a Mrs Henshaw. When I was 4/5 we moved up the road to 3 Wheatley Close, next door to Mrs Bond and Mrs Ayres, and went to the village school, the head was Mrs Tanner, she had a dog called Lucky. My teacher was Mrs Haycock, she would pick me up from my gate and take me to ...see more
I look back on my time living in Hoylake as a child with great fondness. We lived in the Lighthouse pub for about 3 years. We were there when it closed. I can remember going down to the beach to see the lifeboat.
Menstrie Castle was a great favourite for us young ones, looking at the staircase. I remember an old woman used to live there, I can't remember her name, but she used to chase us when we played there.
We once found old bullets in one of the rooms next to the archway. One friend (Billy Boyle) fell through through the roof and broke his leg, yes those were the days. I was there last year but it is not the same now as the castle has been turned into flats and the old staircase has now gone.
In 1861 my great grandad Josiah Smith and his wife Elizabeth was butcher/publican at the Butchers Arms. I would like to hear if anyone has anymore information about this. Taken from the census 1861. Amelia Wesgrove was a visitor aged 13 years and Charles Seaton was the groom.
Thanks
My great-grandparents lived at the Mance House, Anthorn, Cumberland, they were the Marshall family. Alfred Bailey Marshall was a lay preacher there from about 1879 till about 1900, he was married to Emily Willoughby. They had quite a big family, my grandmother (Grace) being one of them. I have seen the house a few times over the years, the chapel is no longer a church. A guy from Liverpool brought the ...see more
In the war years I used to fetch a measure of two strikes of coke. We had some very bad winters in the war time. I had to get in a long queue to get served. To carry it home I would put it under my bike frame. One time I was going home past Mr Simpson shop in High Street opposite the Robin Hood, he said "I'll give you threepence to fetch me a bag".
I said "I'll ask my Dad". I didn't fancy going and getting in ...see more
I learnt to swim in the pool with my school (Robert Clack) in September 1970. Our sports teacher, Mr George, used to tie ropes and pull you along....."Sink or swim", he would bellow. The water was freezing and the changing rooms smelt of chlorine, in the park was a bandstand where Punch and Judy puppets were performed in the summer holidays. There was so much to do in the park during the holidays, ...see more
My grandfather was the blacksmith in Dormansland so I have happy memories, such as watching him in the Forge, him taking me for a walk and picking primroses from the railway bank, also walking to Dormans Park. I also remember having to use a candle to go to bed as there was no electrity in the house and only gas lights downstairs. And I remember my grandmother, Maggie Skinner, ironing with a gas iron. I could go on...
I have just started researching my family history. My great grandfather was Jacob Abraham and was gardener for John Brett Purvis and then Richard Purvis at Bury Hall. I would love to see a picture of Bury Hall and or Bury Hall Lodge. Does it still exist? My father Isaac Abraham worked at the Royal Laboratory at the age of 12!
When I was about ten (1967), we went on holiday from London to the Isle of Wight with my mum and dad and brother. We stayed at Brambles Holiday Camp, which I think was in Freshwater Bay? It was one of those old fashioned British places like on 'Hi di Hi', where they woke you in the morning with loudspeaker announcements, and told you of the itinerary for the day. It seemed like everybody got involved ...see more
Our Cowboy Hero came to Boston, and was being entertained by the Mayor at the Assembly Rooms. A large crowd of teenagers gathered outside to catch sight of him. Finally when he came out with his lovely wife, wearing a large Stetson on his head. The first thing he said, was, "I'm Hopolong!, and this is my wife Tripalong". He thanked the children for watching his films.
My earliest memories of Shutford date back to around 1944, when as an eleven year old schoolboy I spent summer holidays with my grandfather Fred Turner (son of plush weaver Amos Turner), who at that time lived in Weald Cottage. Grandfather Fred was my mother's father, and my mother would bring myself and my two sisters, Shirley and Pamela, to spend part of the summer ...see more
My mother, Nancy Owen, was born at 'Slon Cottage' in 1906. Her father, John Richard Owen, worked for the Booker family of Slon. The Bookers originated from Velindre House, Cardiff. Nancy Owen's mother was Mary Ann Owen (nee Cosby) of Merthyr Mawr. She met her husband to be, John Richard Owen, when she was postmistress of the Post Office at Merthyr Mawr and he, John Richard Owen, worked for the Nicholl ...see more
I'm looking for photos or info about a children's home in the Royston area, I believe it was called East Riding Children's Home. My dad was placed there as his father Harold Jones who lived on Midland Road couldn't look after him. Any info about both is greatly appreciated, if you know anything please get in touch.
marshall.hayes@sky.com
This was a large dark place, all timber with a climb up the steps to get in and the floorboards creaking as you walked toward the counter. In them days I couldn't see over the counter but I remember the shopkeeper although I can't remember his name. To the left in the photo, the last building, that's where Brian Sergant started business with his plant hire, it is still running today but it is situated in Bush Fair, Harlow.
I was born in 1963 and spent many many weekends at the heath with my grandparents, Jack and Nellie Layfield. I have so many memories, and my mum was born there at number 1 Browns Cottages in 1939. Renalds butchers, Hatfield Heath Garage, the old Post Office, Bucks Store, Tudor Lodge, now that's a memory, my mum's cousins owned that and I remember it when it was in original condition, the Abetuare, it's all changed now though. Sorry about the spelling but that's the way it is...
Hello, my mum was born in 1957, her mum Margaret Hanson married into the Armitage family, my mum was adopted roughly in the 1960s along with her full brother, her mum Margaret emigrated to Australia and later had another son by the name of Robert Armitage who we know has been trying to find my mum. Her full brother (unsure of his name) is apparently living in London, he was never adopted acording to records, there was a ...see more
I lived with my parents and my brother at 15 Queen Adelaide Court. The official opening was in 1951, but we moved in in 1950. This block in the photo was one of the first to be finished and while the builders completed the other block the now playground areas were builders rubble.
When all the blocks were finished a residents association was formed and I think for two years we had a Queen Adelaide sports day ...see more
I remember going to Burton Races in 1938 and1939. I cannot remember whether they were held after that but if they were, I was there.I remember pestering the bookmakers and hanging around them, they finally gave us six or seven pencils and that worked. I also remember the Prince of Wales coming to see my grandad who had reserved a special parking place for him at the ...see more
I was talking to my nan today and she told me she used to be a care assistant, her name's Thereas, she told me all her stories, she didn't tell me when she worked there but she is 65 now so it was a while back.
Miss Welty was the infant school headmistress, elderly and eccentric, she was a dedicated and lovely lady. My teacher was Mrs Charlton of whom I have extremely fond memories. I also attended Fircroft Junior School, does anyone remember dancing around the Maypole, country dancing and musical movements? At Christmas time we made decorations and staged a nativity play as well as having the school ...see more
I too remember the Cricks. The outside toilet was a plank of wood with a hole in it. The post office was the second to end thatched cottage, which is opposite Stoneham Lane. At the top of Chestnut Avenue, past the BMW garage was Jean Lanham's kennels, Clausentum, and I believe she bred boxer dogs, 'cos iIm sure that's where we got ours from. This was after the nissen huts were demolished. I lived in one ...see more
I was born in Hornchurch and attended North Street School, I can still smell the greens from the canteen. We had little beds put up in the hall and after dinner we had to have a little sleep before afternoon school, then they changed the boundaries and I had to go to Suttons Junior School. I was at school with the Wilton twins and Mrs Wilton who was very gentle and kind. I also remember all the ...see more
On a recent visit (Sept 2010) to Southend, I walked along that section of the beach,which brought back childhood memories of seeing Punch and Judy shows at the Minstrel Stage in the years prior to WW II. The stage was removed in 1940 and rebuilt in 1945 (SouthendTimeline.com) and can be seen in the photo as the white structure on the beach. On the same section of beach, I also recall seeing Life ...see more
Hi to all who stayed at the Margaret Bevan Home. I am not sure where I stayed but the comments that I have read seem to tell me that the Margaret Bevan Home sounds like the one I stayed at during the 1960s. I remember the sleeping in the Poppy Room. It had a small dormer window. It was January and the snow was thick outside. Ice floated on the river (the view from my window). I remember being equipped ...see more
Memories abound about my childhood, jumping and leaping like a rabbit at Eastertime. I remember staying at my grandmother's (Norah Gregory, a marvellous woman from the no-moaner generation), or at my Great Aunty Jessie's (Jessie Oldfield, who lived at Market Square in her parent's home) on weekend nights, playing with the old-timers (their friends Cassie Fletcher or Lillian Harrison). Even if I lost ( ...see more
Does anyone know anything about it please?
I remember moving into the village (Eastfield Close) in 1968, before the bottom end of Shawley Road was built and here there used to be a small coppice which was affectionally known as the Ghost Wood, with a big fishing pond a bit further over which was eventualy filled in, also I think Westfield Close used to be full of Blackcurrant bushes. We grew into quite a large family over the years and slowly all moved out of the area. A lovely place with lovely people.
I was born in Chadderton in 1953, in my grandfather's house on Bamford Street. I attended Eustace Street School and the memories of my time there have shaped my life. I simply adored school and I am now a Special Needs teacher and writer. I particularly loved my junior school teacher ( who was also the deputy headmaster), Mr Goring. He was a marvelous teacher with heaps of charisma. Every day in school ...see more
Can anyone share any memories of this era and beyond? At my time there I went to Greenaway
School, Uxbridge and I also sang in the choir at Ealing Church. I remember Mr Hill very well, especially
his old Ford Popular which we used to stand on the running board as he brought us along the long
drive if he was passing. I also remember Sambo Williams. I remember we all wanted to run away but
we did not get far, Mr ...see more
I was born at 274 Coulsdon Road in 1946, my father had a business in Caterham-on-the-Hill and my paternal grandparents lived at 31 Canons Hill - all my childhood was spent in the area so I have a lot of memories! The Tudor Rose pub No.270, landlord Bobby Lorimer (florid face) he drove a Sunbeam Rapier convertible, his sons Paul, David, Robert & Brian were good friends, David & I ...see more
We went to Wannock Gardens in a minibus, which belonged to the Hucks family of Burham Nr Rochester. I remember getting into trouble with my nan for sipping tea out of a saucer, like some of the old ladies were doing.
My grandparents used to run this pub - Joseph and Elsie Wall, although I am not sure of the time they were there but I think it was around the 1940s.
I was born in Deiniolen in 1932 in Tabernacle Street, we then moved to Tan For, before moving to the new house in Pentre Helen. I enjoyed my time at the village school. My father was a quarryman as were all his brothers.
I moved to Medomsley from Blackhill when I was 6. We were lucky to get a brand new build council house in North Magdalane, we lived there for 10 years. I have the best memories ever. I went to the Bishop Ian Ramsey School, my best friend was Shirley Telfer. I used to hang around with Geraldine Henderson, Marion Watson, Carry and lots of others. It was a safe place to grow up in, and the snow was always amazing! ...see more
Hi, just been looking at the photos of West Hendon Broadway. I was amazed, during my last school years I worked for a greengrocer on the Broadway, Tim Smith, his shop is just out of the picture, left hand side where you can see the wing of a car, what caught my eye was the old 'trade bike' which I am sure was the same one that I used to ride. He used to load the bike up so much that I couldn't ride it, I had to ...see more
I was born on Palmer Street in October 45. My father of the same name of George Smith was recently killed in Germany and left his little family living with his parents in the Windmill Hills. I have a picture of all of the residents of the neigbourhood on VE day in the school yard at the top of Palmer Street and just below Bensham Road. There were decorations and cakes and streamers. ...see more
Does anyone know of someone who lived in Brampton Bierlow by the surname of Pietrzak pronounced - Pi-et-track. If you do please e mail me on Elizabeth.Sw@hotmail.co.uk. Thanks.
A large underground air raid shelter was built on the roundabout on Studfall Avenue near the Open Hearth pub. I'm not sure the shelter was ever used. When playing on it with friends I used a very mild swear word. I was overheard by a lady who knew my parents. She threatened to tell my parents. She didn't, but as a ten year old I had a pretty worrying day or two. Boyhood was wonderful. We were given a huge amount of freedom.
I wonder if any reader remembers a bizarre experiment which took place in 1941/2. Large containers of diesel, or some sort of oil, were placed at intervals outside houses on the grass verge. a short chimney was attached & topped by a disc with 3 prongs. at night members of the Pioneer Corps lit a plug, which caused a black, smelly cloud to roll out. If the idea was to blank out the blast furnaces it was ...see more
I have a vivid memory as a 9 year old of coming across in West Glebe a large circle of men one Sunday morning, who were laughing and shouting. They were playing an illegal game of 'pitch & toss'. A lookout must have sent a signal for suddenly the men ran off before a policeman arrived. The grass had all disappeared leaving a large bare circle littered with cigarette butts. Later I noticed a similar scene in the ...see more
I was born in the war years in the area where the Workmen’s Club was later built and later moved to Hall Lane Est ( 28) as the first intake. I remember well the coal loader at the end of Railway Terrace and the great times out and about around the colliery, making camps in the pit prop heaps, as well as events best not gone into. Gathering pigeon eggs in the pit rows as they were been demolished. The wild snow rides down the ...see more
We moved south from Chadderton near Oldham in 1965. My mum had taken over running the corner shop that had been bought by Comerford's in their quest to own the entire block.
All but one house has succumbed to their buying and even when we eventually left in late 1969 the neighbours were holding out.
I was 10 years old and I went to St Mary's in Long Ditton and my brother to Ditton ...see more
In 1946 we left Kings Langley, my parents having lived there since 1936. I arrived in 1937, so can claim to be partially raised there. I must have passed the village pound many times without realising what it was. My home was further up on the left in Common Lane, a house called Merrow Down. I liked it there and liked playing on the common. In winter it was a super toboggan run and everybody turned out ...see more
I remember my father moving to East Markham Hall in about 1937. We moved from Ranskill and there were three of us kids and Mum and Dad. He paid £50 a year rent from Mr Wrench who lived next door in a cottage. There was a big garden, a kitchen garden with a 6ft wall round it with a greenhouse with a boiler which I had to keep going during the winter. We kept chickens, ducks and till the war, and ...see more
Most of my mother's family lived in Old Battersea, from cousins to auntie and uncle, to nan and grandad. There were cousins in a 4 poster bed, with their nan and mum. There were my auntie and uncle sleeping in the same room as their 2 children. There was the man of the house who could not walk up the stairs to the bed room to sleep any more so he had to take one of the rooms downstairs. 8 people, 3 genarations, in ...see more
While visiting the beach at Penmaenmawr in the early 1960s I remember my family and I, along with other people, watching a UFO hovering over the beach for what seemed like hours, but I think was only several minutes. I remember it disappeared from sight very quickly indeed. It was mentioned in the national press. Does anyone else remember this?
I spent many an evening waiting outside this building . I came to live in Moore in 1970 and by that time the new school on Runcorn Rd had opened. The old school in the photo was bought by Moore Scouts. My son Toby went to both Cubs and Scouts here . I walked out of here very proudly one evening after my son had recieved his Chief Scouts award!! Happy Days.
Ah the memories this invokes in me! We used to come here every week for hay and straw for our goats. Jean and Fred lived here with their two sons. They were really lovely people.
One day we went as usual and Fred told me there was a compulsory purchase order on the farm and all the land surrounding it. I remember being absolutely devastated that all that wonderfull farmland was going to disappear to make way for ...see more
I remember this because my grandfather was in the Home Guard. I lived in No 8 Margaret Street, anyone one that knows me please get in touch.
Hi, I'm John Fleming, I have very fond memories of living in Tithe Farm Road. Things are somewhat different there now. My school has long gone. I used to love music, and Mr Mark Wyatt has been my mentor for many years. I believe the Harvest Home pub is still there. I remember that since I was ten. Well. that's all, take care.
I attended Withernwick Primary School, starting 1996, now closed. The building still stands - I think they're not quite sure what to do with it! I hope the old conker tree still stands in the corner of the playground - everyone who attended will remember it.