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This photo is of my Grandfather, whom I have such lovely memories of. I understand that Grandad used to work with the heavy horses in the days before tractors, so for me this picture is a wonderful find. He was married to Gladys (nee Smith) who was not a local girl, originally a Londoner. They had 6 children, Edgar (Gary), who has recently passed away, was my father. Are we sure about the date of this ...see more
Oh sweet sweet choppington! the day i met you was wondrous and full of chopping memories. i love to be in choppington's warm embrace. i distinctly remember exploring your many sights and sounds... as well as your many flavours. to visit with choppington is to be in heaven. choppington, sweet sweet choppington how i love thee.
It's a bit unfair to say my memory is from 2000, as it actually goes back to when I was born (1980) and only ends last year (2008). My earliest memories are of being at my Aunty Stella's. She wasn't really an Aunty, just a really old family friend. An amzing woman; she had a long-service medal from the army due to technically going AWOL after the war, and another medal from the Pope for her ...see more
If you hadn't fallen in the pond, you were not from Lingfield! So says my dad. The building to the right of the cage in this photo was a shop. My memory of this shop only goes back to the mid 1970s. My grandparents' house was behind the shop (the hedge to the right on this photo is the edge of their property), and whilst on holiday visiting them, my brother and I would play cards with Grandad for 5p a hand. He always ...see more
My father was the manager at the bottom tannery in Shaw Mills and we lived in Sunny Lea from 1955 - 1960. Although I was only 6 when we left, I have numerous vivid memories of that idyllic time and feel privileged to have lived there. My sister and I used to walk up to Hardcastle's farm to get eggs and our mother wasn't very pleased when we brought a kitten home instead! On Saturdays we were allowed to walk down ...see more
This is looking down Station Road, the station is at the bottom of the hill. To the right centre can be seen the smoke and steam of a train rising above the trees. I remember walking up here as a boy when it was still unmade. The large square building at the bottom of the hill was a kind of general store that sold all kinds of things as I remember. It was an off licence too and was run by an old lady during the 1970's known locally as 'Aggie'. Of course the road is now all made up.
I was brought up in Ossett from 1948 to 1966 when I joined the armed forces. I remember very well every Saturday afternoon we would go to the palladium picture house opposite the town hall. We did not have a bus station at that time so all buses would park around the town hall. Shops that spring to mind were Inghams sports on station road, Fords toy shop, and good fish and chip shops, and many others. Every Spring Bank ...see more
I lived on Clare Road in Ystalyfera, and the Wern school was at the end of our street. I remember having a street party for the Silver Jubilee. I emigrated to Canada in 1978, but have not forgotten the Wern School and all of my friends there. I had a favourite teacher named Miss John, and I also remember that we listened to "Morning has broken" by Cat Stevens at the beginning of each school day. My grandmother ran ...see more
I wonder if any one remembers the cockney kid Fred, who moved into "The Elms" back in 55 at the wonderful age of 15, went to school in Sandown for almost a year until graduation, ended up with the Royal Mail until I eventually returned to London went on to Manchester and then the rest of the world in the oil business. Had lots of fun back then with the skiffle group at the teenagers hangout, I forget the ...see more
My Grandma, Grandad and Auntie Annie lived on Market Street all their lives. They moved into the houses when they were brand new - they had a building at the bottom of the little garden which incorporated a flushing toilet and a coal bunker. However, they didn't have a bathroom and I remember sitting in the tin bath in front of the fire hiding behind the washing-maiden. We used to make ...see more
The shop (bottom left, with pram outside) was Babyland, the town's toy shop since at least the 1920's. My father bought his first bicycle there when he began work at the age of 14 in 1928.
Me and my sister used to go and stay in the school holidays with our great nanna, Mrs Hilda Pocklington, in her cottage at Walsbey Road, we used to love our time there. The tennis courts were out the back, and we often used to sit and watch them play tennis in the summer and often wondered whether any of them would end up at Wimbleden, or indeed ourselves - childhood dreams I guess. I also remember she had a coal shoot ...see more
My father, 'John' Johnson, was a chaplain in the Royal Navy from 1943-46. He was based on HMS Cyclops, the submarine depot ship, in Rothesay harbour The family accompanied him to Rothesay and we lived at 2, Desmond Bank for a time and in other places. My Dad occasionally helped with services at a Presbyterian church in Rothesay. I attended school for the first time in Rothesay with my elder brother Tim. My ...see more
I have put 1970 as my year of recollection, but I was catching the 259 service from bay 5 at about the time this photograph was taken. In 1970 I was working on the buses as a conductor and by 1974 as a driver. You will see in the photo that buses reversed onto the bays, this changed in the mid 1970s, with the introduction of more fromt entry buses, from then we drove onto the bay and reversed off. At the far end was ...see more
My grandparents lived in the cottage on the right of the photo. I was evacuated there at the begining of the Second World War. It was then called Rose Cottage. My father was also born in Wooburn Green. I can also remember my grandfather living next to the Red Lion pub.
I started coming to Brid for family holidays in 1961 at the age of 5 months!!! We stayed in a flat owned by Mr Jamroz?? opposite Marks n Sparks. I remember at the top of the harbour there was a Flintstones roundabout. I was about 5 yrs old and used to bite my nails. My mum talked to the guy that ran the ride and he said only little girls who didn't bite their nails could go on - I stopped biting my ...see more
The lady on the right of this picture, taken outside Bowens shop (later Ferrridges) at the bottom of Friday Lane in Wheatley, is my mother Patricia Hanks. I don't know who the lady is that she is talking to. Contributed by Lucille Goodwin
First walk and held hands
Paul and I took our first walk together up the cloud.
Not a memory, but here's a tip of the hat from an oldest son of an oldest son, etc, for several generations. James Pelton Chicago
We used to go there with our Sunday School years ago. There used to be sand dunes there. Me and my husband used to go courting there, we would catch a bus from our valley and watch the waves come in on the stormy nights, brill.
There used to red squirrels in the park. Stan, my husband, went to a children's home nearby, he went boating and they used to have motor bike racing there in August. He is now 68.
This little ford and bridge over the silver Darent river was, and still is, my favorite place in England. When I attended the Sutton at Hone Primary School in 1947 -1953 we often took nature walks down the gravel path beside the old Village Hall. The narrow lane led through large Horse Chestnut trees on the right (still there) and a high bushy hedge on the left. The path was stoney with large flints sticking up ...see more
I went to Sunday School here from 1949, and I sang in the church choir from 1950 until 1960 alongside my Nan.I was also allowed to learn to play the organ, the church has (had?) a wonderful organ, 2 keyboards and foot operated keyboard pedals, plus more stops than I could ever get used to. An uncle also sang in the choir, and he and my aunty ran the Church House Inn. Uncle often used to sing 'Bless This ...see more
My maternal grandfather was born in Stockton on Tees in 1892. His father died, and his mother remarried resulting in him being farmed out to live with two maiden aunts who lived in "Tarset". My brother and I have tried in vain to find exactly where this might have been (I now think that Tarset was in fact a parish). His name was John (Jack) Robinson and the aunts' surname could have been Douglas. He had an ...see more
I was evacuated from Hackney with my brother and sister in 1939 until 1942. My brother and I stayed at the gardens with Mr and Mrs Rawlinson my sister across a field stayed with Mr Blakeney. We were chosen at the village hall. The church warden's pub was our school. The army were billeted in all the woods surrounding the gardens, I was supplied with badges and sweets by them and on Sunday I would try to march back to ...see more
We arrived in England on 15/12/1988. My hubby Stephen and I were to be married on 7th January 1989 in Biddulph. I was amazed at the size of Heathrow Airport and for the first time in my life, I saw an English taxi, the ones we only see in pictures in South Africa. Mom Ivy, Dad Roy and sister-in-law Helen fetched us at the airport. Once in Biddulph, I was astounded by the beautiful greenery, the friendly ...see more
My mum and dad were the first people in the Old Roan estate in 1936, living in 18 Bradfield Ave. The cost of the house? It was a through room, and cost £425! The houses with a front and a rear room cost £450! And if you were very well off, then you might have been able to afford one of the houses on Ormskirk Road, at a cost of £475.00, wow! All the houses on the Old Roan were built by Sammy ...see more
i have only recently discovered this site, i love this photo it shows on the right of the picture in front of the ford (prefect or anglia i think) one of my dads family at what was then a.e.moore and sons the greengrocer. since the 60s the shop has been used for many things,(in 2007 when i did a visit to the uk from australia it was an art gallery,) ilove revisiting the area and look forward to purchasing a copy of the photo to identify more closely and put in my nostalgic collection
This is where my parents were married.
Sometime around 1956, for about two years, two of us shared a cottage in Iford village (one of the first two as you came off the main road from Lewes). We worked for Mr Robinson milking his Guernsey herd and doing the dairy work for one of the Shorthorn herds, in those days there was a bottling plant at the other end of the village and the milk was taken to Hove each day to be sold. I can remember ...see more
On September 15, 1949, I started attending Mount School at the ripe old age of 4 1/2. The School was located in the Market Place. I travelled with a small group of students from Eppleby to Darlington and then on to Bishop Auckland on the United bus number 1 which stopped quite near the front door of the school. The boarders slept either at 'The Cottage' which was close to the gates or at 'The Elms' which was a ...see more
I lived in Stoney Lane with my parents between about 1959 and 1968. In 1961 I started at Hobmoor Primary School on Hobmoor Road. I was under 5 years old and terrified of the thought of going to school. To get to school from our house we had to pass the front of the Yew Tree pub (pictured) and in a desperate attempt to avoid the dreaded first day I grabbed hold of one of the concrete bollards and wouldn't ...see more
Barbara Johnson's memories brought back some of my own from the High Street days. Those rows of shops Barbara describes provided all the locals with everything they needed. I remember going over the road from the off-licence we ran for a meat and potato pie from 'aunt' Sarah's, going for haircuts at Billy Goodwin's barbers (right up till the middle '50s), fish and chips from MacLaughlin's ...see more
Living in Low Fell the Ravensworth Arms was our 'local' and a circle of friends was formed in the late 1960s and we still remain friends 40 years on, although only two still live in Lamesley. My parents met their friends and I met my late husband. It was a wonderful atmosphere and spanned the age range - like an extension of your living room with an extended family. We married in St Andrews Church in 1970, our two ...see more
The Arno used to be our local play area. We used to take water and jam butties. We would be there most of the day.
Smokey Joe, the tramp of Misterton, Somerset, lived in an old stone building just past the chapel cemetery. He would make a fire and sleep on the hot ashes, it's a wonder he never caught himself on fire. He always tapped people's doors on Sunday and asked for hot water, he would give you a glass bottle to put it in, he would then wait outside the Baptist Chapel, where he was ...see more
I was born and spent my early childhood at Rapleys, Grazeley Green. My father's farm, James Farm, was at the far end of the Green in James Lane. We had a herd around 120 friesians for milking as well as arable and woodland. My mother had a smaller farm at Goddards Green which had about 60 milking Jersey cows and a bull. My memories are a bit hazy but in those days I used to cycle to ...see more
After leaving Wield, Hampshire, my mother was the headmistress of St. Andrew's primary school. She raised 4 children alone. My brother Peter G.W. Keen is a highly respected businessman (look him up on the internet). He went to school at Reading and Balliol college Oxford. My elder sister is also a well respected eductator. My twin sister and I both reside in Texas. All my growing years my address was "school ...see more
The same company from the eighties are still sitting together in the noughties (2009) !! Catherine, Kirsty and Jacqui Sala, Greig and Shirley Ann Beveridge, Vikki Law, Sarah Diggan and the infamous but loveable rough Jim Morgan! Still listening to Fleetwood Mac. We are off to see The Eagles on July 4th, the Kinglassie famous, and much loved by all, Becky (Ricky, Beck, Rebecca, Bex) Beveridge introduced The Eagles ...see more
My mother was born here in Number 55 Osborne Road. Her surname was Bryant. My grandad was a watchmaker and owned the watchmaker's shop in Osbourne Road. I spent many a holiday as a child in the 1950s. Happy times.
Hi, my dad Robert Browning, who had 6 brothers and 2 sisters, lived in Cwncarn and went to school at Cwmcarn and Abercarn, my dad's friend was Tommy Morgan, they had some good times. My dad now lives in Birmingham, but would like to get in touch with anyone that remembers the Browning brothers, and 2 sisters. My dad lived in Jamesville. I have fond memories of visiting my grandparents. My dad always went to Risca to see the ...see more
Peggy from the USA, who sent a memory of Brundall, is my cousin. Arthur Henry Brigham was my grandfather, and he was the Signalman at Brundall railway station. I knew Sydney (her father) very well, and also spent many happy days at Brooms boatyard. Get in touch Peggy - it's your long lost cousin calling!!!
I have taken possesion of a very tired silver watch. On the back is engraved 'Presented to Rev J Pearce by the Welsh Row Choir. July 1927'. Does anyone have an interest in the watch?
I had many very happy years spending my summer hols with my wee Granny and Grampa Bowman! I met my first love there too!
I remember going to the Saturday morning pictures at the Granada, my family lived in Wickersley Road off Lavender Hill and I remember walking from the Granada home. I went to Wix's Lane School and later Lavender Hill School, and as a boy I worked in the London Co'op on Lavender Hill in the greengrocers and also William's greengrocers and also on Piggy West's barrow. My first fulltime job was at Nico's ...see more
I was working on the Echo Box in the early 1960s. I got to know a lot of the characters who worked for Western Welsh, Rhondda Coaches, Red & White, Coity Motors and the luxorious N & C Coaches from the Neath area. Jack Golden was the most memorable as many a night I would catch him sleeping in the buses that were parked up for the night in the depot. I used to use the station canteen, which ...see more
Oh! yes I remember the ice cream cart on Tooting Bec Common. It was always situated in the vicinity of the four way drinking fountain. Just across the main road was the Tooting Bec running track. The ice cream cart was mounted on a three wheeled bike. I often stopped to buy a cone on my way back from the 'bandstand' where I had seen a 'Punch & Judy' or magician show. Ice lollies were 2 pennies, a small cone was 3 pennies and a big cone was 6 pennies. Those were the lazy hazy days of summer.
I lived in Seaforth Avenue on and off with my nan and grandad. What I loved about Motspur Park was it felt like a village to me. The library was on the corner, it felt so small in there. I used to be taken to the Earl Beatty pub with my parents and brothers and sit outside and enjoy a packet of crisps and a ginger beer. I remember the corner shop in Seaforth Avenue, it was always full to the brin with things. It felt ...see more
I would like to know if anyone out there has any photos of the row of cottages that were just in the Eastwood Road as you came into Rayleigh High Street, I would be very interested, as they were part of me childhood, I remember sitting upstair on the bus and it always felt if I put my hand out the window I could touch the windows of the cottages. I have been looking for photos for a long time, are there any?
We moved to Romford in 1951 from Havering where we lived with Nan and Grandad in Pinewood Road. It was an exciting time for me but also an unhappy time leaving Nan and Grandad's house. We moved in a council house in Chelmsford Ave, I made friends with a boy called Raymond Crane, we started school together ,his mother and father ran a market stall in Romford and he had a young ...see more
I remember this place so well, this is the bus stop I used to use from Mill Chase School. Many an ugly scrap would occur on the school bus with the kids from the Erie camp, I think that is one of the old army huts the families used to live. I lived at Ludshott Grove in the new houses opposite the camp. I remember a good old copper called PC Pike, he was a great old soul. I wonder if he is still with us, he ...see more
Would anybody remember anything about my family, we left Berkhamsted in 1948?
I've been looking into my family roots and my gt gt grandad came from here, the Howards then moved to Hull, Yorkshire.
I was in hospital for two and a half years, I made lots of friends there. There were three girls I remember, one was Pat Davis, she had TB just like me, Susan Burgess was another and Evonne la Page was the other one. If anyone knows anything about them I would love to know. My surname was Braybrook and like I said I was in hospital around 1955-1956, not quite sure of the exact date.
This is how I remember Runcorn as a young person. You could buy anything you needed from clothes to furniture, carpets, anything! The streets were wide and chokka block full of people - especially on Saturday. As a teenager, leaving school at 15 years of age in 1970, I went to work at Lunts Chemist and earned either two pounds twelve and sixpence, or three pounds twelve and six, either way, my mum let me have my ...see more
I have just gone onto this site. I remember the Goliahs. It was when I was a little girl, Mr Goliah used to regularly visit my dad and I think at one stage he dropped off a load of cattle manure with a horse and cart for our garden. I can also remember the milkman in the early 1950s delivering milk with the horse and cart. What a memory. My name is Jane, my maiden name was ...see more
Dad was the village policeman, PC 39. Our family name was Moss. We lived outside the village near the T junction to Little Waldingfield (two farm houses, we lived in one of them). Dad, mum and my 4 sisiters. We all attended Gt. Waldingfield school (next to the church then). Miss Bowers was the teacher. She lived with her mum and brother in a bungalow near to the Shop. I sang in the choir at ...see more
I lived in Orchard Avenue, number 4, when the whole road was mock Tudor exteriors. I had quite a shock to revisit a few years ago to see them all plastered over and looking very tired. In the l950s and early 1960s when I lived here we had a red phone box and blue police box at the top of the road. The church was over the road and the rec was at the bottom of Orchard Avenue. Mullards was the factory whose outside wall ...see more
34 South Street was my home from 1963 to December 2007! My grandparents Ellen and Lewis Edwards lived here along with my mother Anne and myself. It is the second house on the left with the single window upstairs. (This was my grandparents' room.) I spent many happy years here and can remember playing in the street with all the other children who lived in and close to South Street and being most suprised when a ...see more
The Ferns was my grandparents' house during the late 1950s - 1960s. Their surname was Edwards. (Ellen and Lewis.) My mother (Anne) spent many happy times here. I wish they were still here to share these photos with but unfortunately my nan died on New Year's Eve 2008 and my mum 3 years ago. My mother used to say she was in the top floor with the window to the side of the house and this room gave rise to her phobia ...see more
I was born in Hansells Mead in 1946 and was brought up their with my brother and sister. Mum and Dad, Winnie and Bill Peachment, had moved into the house when it was newly built in 1939. We all attended Roydon School. Dad was involved with the Football Club and I was brought up on football. I remember Saturday mornings involved pumping up the ball and coating the leather with dubbin, dad also used to mark out ...see more
My grandad Gillie (John Gilbert) Waring live at Rose Cottage, 172 $astham Rake with his wife Dorothy and their children Alan, Gillie, Wally and Dulice. I have vague memories of my dad going to Eastham to park his wagon at Eastham, why he did this I do not know as he then came home to Little Sutton. I think my grandad was in the haulage business and when the lads grew up they worked for him. After Grandad Waring ...see more
I grew up in Bexleyheath in the late 1950s and 1960s. The shops in Pickford Lane were the nearest to my house in Woodlands Road and those of my grandparents who lived in nearby Herbert Road. I recall Daborns toy shop on the left hand side of the parade. The 'Home and Colonial' shop on the right hand side; nearby was a sweet shop and greengrocers. The hall above the 'Co-op' was home to a youth club and the early ...see more
Evacuated to Langley on Tyne in 1940 as an 11 year old, my memories relating to this peroid remain undimmed. It was a strange world to me, coming as I did with many other children escaping the war. I was taken into care by a farming family. I missed having children to play with and found it lonely and was unhappy attending the local school placed approximately 2 miles away (no school buses then). The ...see more
This is a picture of the Roman Catholic Church in Wingfield Rd, facing towards the town. The road on the left is Westbourne Gardens. I used to live opposite this in Westbourne Road for five years in the early 1970s.
The pub in the background is the Ship Inn. In the late 60s/early 70s I used to go to an excellent folk club in a room above the pub.
From 1962 to 1966 I worked in the drawing office of Horsham Urban District Council. This was in the first floor extension to the right of the picture. This was my first job and my boss was Deputy Engineer and Surveyor, John Sheldon, and the big chief was John Ridd, Engineer and Surveyor. I used to park my motor-scooter in the stable block at the rear of the building. A source of amusement was to launch paper planes down to the school girls who used to sit on the park benches below!
Burton is a really peaceful place. It's covered in hills and forests and has a really good community. It has a church, a shop, a community centre and a school. I lived in number 8 Low Street for about 8 years and loved every day. In the winter it was beautiful with the fields white with snow, and the walk through the park is really nice. It is ten minutes away from Kirkby Lonsdale and about 45 ...see more
My name is Ann Jones. I live in the USA I was formerly Ann Groom, my dad Sydney Groom and mother Mildred kept The Snoring Bell. I remember the Whiteheads down the street on the farm, and going to Little Snoring School - my teachers were Donny Garrett, Mrs Catchpole and Mrs Leach. I had lots of friends and some of my best memories ever. When I go back home now everything is so different - those were the good old days!
My father recently told me that his grandfather, William Parkes, was the manager of a micro brewery, in Lewes, East Sussex, in about 1936. My father, Gordon, remembers spending many holidays visiting his grandfather there, with his sister, Barbra, and believes the brewery was a 'Watneys'. He also remembers the hams that used to dry in the cellar, which were sold to the local shops in Lewes, ...see more
I am trying to put together something special for a dear but frail old friend of mine and have been tracing the name of old employees of at his workplace Evan Cooks around 1952 - in particular at their garage which was 72 Queens Road, Peckham SE London. One name eludes me, I understand he may have been the manager and was named 'Jack'. I'm told he lived in Morden but cannot find his surname. If any of your readers ...see more
I lived in Fleetwood in Crake Avenue until Christmas 1970 when we moved down south. I always remember the events at the Marine Hall, the top names in wrestling, as my Uncle Richard (Dicky Allen as everyone knew him) was the caretaker for many years and I used to go and help him, or rather get in the way on the occasional Saturday or skivey day off school. I forgot to mention I was born in 1956 and hold many fond memories of Fleetwood.
I have no memories to share about Littlebury. I live in Derbyshire and my grandmother's side of the family on her father's side came fromthe Littlebury area. They lived in these parts from the 1800s. I would really like to know more about them, some settled in Derby and most stayed for generations in Littlebury. I can find information up to 1911 so please if anyone has any info, stories or pictures regarding this I would love to hear about it. Their name was Tinworth. Thanking you, Lynn.
How lovely to find some photographs of The Flying G, but I am surprised that there are no other comments when so many people went there. I went there twice, once in 1966 and again in 1967. The first time I was studying at St Godric's in London and Maureen Smith was going there in the holidays. She was a very focused and enthusiastic person. My friend Bev Chapman and I decided to go with her for a laught ...see more
I am trying to trace my family tree, my father was Alan Waring, his brothers were Gillie and Wally Waring. There was a sister called Dulcie Waring, she married GERALD LEWIS and they had a son called Gerald, I was told he was living in the Anglesey area and may still live there. I would love to get in contact with him and find out more about my family. Hope to hear from anyone who can help.
My very early childhood was spent in the childrens home, St Michaels, from 1940 - 1956. The home was run by a Miss D Dunn from 1940 - 1956. I would be happy to share memories with anyone who was there during that period.
I was born in Mayday Hospital, lived in Croydon in 1952 with my family and Aunty Cis (Bassett) in the Waldrons and I remember playing in the spinney opposite the house. I remember the house being very big but then I was young. The last time I visited my aunty there I think was around 1965 and I hid because I didn't want to go home, which then was Darlington, Co. Durham. My dad was Bill Eaton. I was very pleased to see the old photos of Croydon, my birth place. It is very special.
My dad attended this school in the 60's/70's does anyone else remember this school or go to it? I would love to find out more about this school as I am building my Family Tree and woud love to hear from anyone who may remember Graham Hurle or have any stories/photos of life at this school or about my dad. Does anyone know what the school is called now as I can not find it on the internet? I look forward to hearing from you.
I remember queuing outside the pool for what felt like hours on a hot summer's day. The price to get in went as low as 1d - or am I mistaken? We used to climb up a drainpipe at the back of the pool to get in, not to save money but to beat the queue. I remember the wet slimy discarded paper tickets that were on the floor in the mens' changing area, also the safety pin with a small piece of material with a ...see more
