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My house backed onto Wyndham Hill and I spent my childhood playing over there. My cousin and I loved to watch the steam trains passing by and sometimes (if our parents weren't nearby) would run onto the bridge at Pen Mill station and hang over to get lost in the smoke - the things kids do! There was also another smaller field beside Wyndham which had three horses; Penny (a chestnut), Dusty (a dark grey) ...see more
I was born in Chelsfield in March 1945 at The Bunglaow, Crown Rd/Warren Rd. I was born on the day that the last doodle bug bomb was sent over by the Germans and it dropped not far from where I was born. I have been told that the midwife attending my birth grabbed me and dived under the bed and left my poor mother lying there! We were, however, all quite safe. I was 3 when we moved from The Bungalow on ...see more
I was born in Branston in 1948. I grew up there until I was 16 when we moved to Lincoln. There was a waterwheel down one of the country lanes which was very unusual, in as much as that it was horizontal rather than vertical. I believe it is still there today. My family were quite extensive in the village and everyone knew everyone else. They were alway ready to help each other and were all very ...see more
My name is Daniel (Danny) Cronin, the youngest of 5 and the only boy of Harry 'H' and Ann Cronin. My life began on the 27th of November 1970. My first place of residence was Recreation Road where I have broken memories of childhood play times with my sisters. As a big family we were lucky enough to be allocated a nice big 3 story town house on the new parkside estate, our address being 36 ...see more
My wife Elizabeth and I had decided we needed to get to know the west Wales coast as our son David's fiancee Amanda was studying at the University of Wales, Aberystwyth. After a number of visits to Aberystwyth itself we were ready to explore further afield so we booked a week's stay in a holiday cpttage in nearby Aberaeron. The cottage was delightful and overlooked a stream running beside a road ...see more
Does anyone know of Mayfields Farm, Lowfield Heath, Charlwood Road, in 1935? I have found out that my Dad's sister {Joan Addy, 18 months old} drowned in the fishpond, around the day of the King's silver jubilee.
My grandfather was at Catterick Camp during the 1930s. I Think his full name was Henry Roland Castell Viles. My dad hasn't seen his father since he was 2 years old. I would assume Henry is no longer alive but I am convinced he had another child to someone else after he and my nan parted. If you can help shed some light on the whereabouts of Henry or any information on him or any of his family, please contact me. I believe that Henry left Catterick Camp sometime after 1936.
My Great Grandfather Mark Crouch ran a greengrocers shop from the front room of his thatched cottage in East Street from 1899-1934 and then after he died his wife Annie continued as a grocer/greengrocer until 1934. I have a photo (date unknown but would probably be late 1920s - early 1930s) of Annie standing in the doorway of her shop which had a bow front and A.CROUCH over ...see more
My father lived in Tunbridge Road and was employed as a landscape gardener by Ian G Walker Ltd of South Godstone, Surrey from May 1946 until July 1959. Churchill Gardens was one of the Gardens he was involved with, it was started by Mr and Mrs Sherboom, who lived in a house adjacent to the old sand pit. The Sherboom land was called Havengore, and my father worked closely with the ...see more
I have recently been making an album for my father of his life story and he was saddened that we had nothing we could put in it of my brother who was taken to Bradford childrens hospital in November 1947 and died in January 1948. There were no pictures taken in these circumstances in those days and although Wilfred Pickles visited the hospital and gave my little brother a blue and white knitted rabbit ...see more
I have driven up and down the M5 so many times and seen a monument on top of the Blackdown Hills. Each time I passed I wondered what it was and so eventually I got hold of an Ordnance Survey map and identified it as the Wellingotn Monument. I promised myself that one day I would actually NOT drive past but I would make an outing specifically to go and see it. And so today I took my ...see more
It must have been 1944. My Dad was in Burma. Mum, my brother and sister and I had been visiting Dads parent(s) in Seaton Road, Whitton. It was very dark as we sat waiting for the No 18 train to take us back to Feltham. Then we heard the distinctive pulsating throb of the Doodlebug.We could see its exhaust flame which suddenly went out. Moments later there was a huge explosion from the direction of the High Street. Was it a filling station it hit?. The train arrived soon after and we went home.
My mum Barbara Wiltshire [nee Pritchard] was brouhgt up here with her 11 brothers and sisters. She is always reminding us that she had to walk 3 miles to school and one of her brothers used to bunk off and hide in the woods until it was time to come home, sadly she has dementia now, which took hold of many of her brothers and sisters also, but she still vaguely remembers when she sees the name and photos ...see more
In the early 1960s as a small boy, this was the home of my grandmother and grandfather, Hilda and John Guy. I remember going to visit them with my mother, Cynthia Joan Devine, formerly Guy. I used to love running around the garden with their little terrier called Betty and around the pond you can see in the picture. My grandparents had a chicken shed, and I was allowed in the morning ...see more
At the moment I am 66 years old. I lived at Newton St Cyres from 1950 to 1952. My father worked at J. G. Quicke's farm where in 1952 he was unfortunately killed and my mother and I returned to Cornwall. I can still remember going to the school at the top of the hill. Ahh! those were the days. For anyone reading this who may have lived there at the same time my nickname was Trip. I seem to ...see more
The large building on the right is the Community Centre, built as an art school to improve the standards of design which in the 19th century was very poor, particularly in the glass industry. Opposite was a parade of shops, just out of shot. On the left at the corner of Kinver Street was Whitehouses the butchers, housed in a very old building with a Dutch gable. Farther on was the chemist, double fronted with ...see more
A very fine pub, that's if you can find it, in the middle of nowhere, deep inside Perry Wood. It's worth looking for. This used to be the Perry Wood winkle club in the 1960s and 1970s, where you would get your winkle out of your pocket before another club member did, the loser would have to get the drinks in first! No joke, the landlord in the years I first went there was known as Mad John who collected sailors' ...see more
The Rev Lawson caught three of us smoking in the graveyard here, he then said he would tell my dad unless we all swept up the leaves around the main church door, which we all did. My dad was the local copper then, and a clout round the ear I would have got!!
Many a beer here I have downed, served by the landlady who was then locally known as Brandy Lil, I can't imagine why though?
We lived for a year in Middleton Cheney. My great grandfather was from England, but we never looked up relatives. I was only seven, but I remember so much of the town. We would go to market uptown everyday, our milk and bread was delivered, we had coal burning fireplace, we would go to get the paper everyday. We had good neighbors and were made very welcome to the neighborhood. My father was stationed ...see more
This picture is the memorable part of our route, a walk from Belle Vue where I lived until the late fifties. My father would take me for walks on Sundays when the weather was good, which it seemed to be most of the time, we would walk up the common which was then all countryside. We would climb over the stile in the photo and turn up the hill towards the wood, known as the Cally Wood, it was private with no ...see more
No I'm not joking, when we first got married we lived in a flat in Chilham Castle which was at the time above the Battle of Britain museum at the rear of the castle, yes it was cold there in the winter. We were allowed to walk around the lakes and gardens, whenever we wished. My father was the local village policeman, PC Bill Bishop. who managed to persuade a certain Lord Mazzerin to rent it out to us. Mice, yes, ...see more
1st white house on left was the 2nd post office where I had to go every morning to collect and deliver all the Chilham newspapers around the village for the grand sum of £2 per week. Post master then was a Ken Parker, I had to finish by 8am to catch Herbi Arnold's school bus to get to Chartham Secondary School.
I was 28 years old at the time of this photograph, living at Roseworth, with wife, Doris,and daughter, Judith, aged two. Married at St Peter's Church in 1947, with Rev'd J McGill officiating, a 'wartime' wedding really, with rationing in place, and I in a khaki uniform with royal artillery brass in place, Doris in a treasured but borrowed weddding gown - coupons were reserved for more pressing ...see more
Born at Halfway house in 1917, attended the school Jan 1922 to Dec 1931. Joined the army, Royal Horse Artillery, Jan 1932. Served in India Feb 1933 to Dec 1939. War, Desert, Normandy, retired because of wounds. Worked in London (Unilever) 1946 -1950. Came to Australia 1950. Diplomatic posting to London (Australian) 1958 - 1962. Returned to Australia. Last motored through Kirdford in 2002, could find none remembering me. Is there anyone today who can remember Tony Matthews?
I was at the Castle School in Stanhope from 1975-77, I was in Bewdley House and in Big Raby dorm, to me I have no good memories about the place to be honest. I thought it was an evil place, if the law was then as it is today many of the staff would have got a prison sentence after the violence went on there, I am only being honest. At the age of 14 I arrived at the Castle School at about 6pm, had some food, I ...see more
I live 4 doors down from the cotttage and it is still going strong.
This photo brought back a flood of happy memories. The only school I actually liked! I was second year senior when the school closed. Sad day. I remember the creepy tunnel down in the art room by the sink.
Dad was village copper for several years (our old Police House is now "Peelers" in Thorneydown Road) and had a number of people he got on well with. He tended not to panic too often but one day a message came through that had him rush out in panic because of the loss of one of his friends, Pat Pocock from the Post Office. I can't remember the exact year but it was early 1960's. Later the Post Office was ...see more
This path was a lifeline to me when I was going to school on my bike. As you look at this picture there was houses to the left and Halton Brow and corn fields to the right. I came down this path on my bike and up Boston Avenue to Grange Sec Mod. The downside was going back up it, it was very steep in those days, the opening in the village was easily missed if you didn't know it, a very small entry between to buildings, a well kept secret to the villagers in those days.
The space between the houses and shed was the beginning or the end of the Under Road, it went round to the other side of the village, and finished opposite the chapel on Main Street, a nice walk or bike ride in the summer, or a short cut to the common, or the steps that went up to the castle. The old smithy was on the right if you went from this end, I suppose it was named the Under Road because the castle loomed over the top of you as you walked along, a nice quiet road in those days.
My great grandparents, my nanna (and all of her siblings)and my mother all lived in this house. I'm not sure of the timeframe but it was for a number of years. My mom had many fond memories and stories of the crinkly wall across the street, as well as the 5 Bridges. My family name is Harvey. My grandfather and his family also grew up in Easton. His family name is Last. I visit Easton everytime I ...see more
The year is a guess, but I have fond memories of playing in the sand at Ferry Hut, waiting for my dad to go by on his tug boat, when the Manchester ship canal was in its heyday. He would wave to me my sister and mum. The tugs I remember was the Bison/Quarry/Panther, they were all stern tugs used to steer the big ships that went from Eastham to Salford docks and back again. I remember the big boys that would hold on to ...see more
I remember this pool vividly! One day I was riding my tricyle round the outside of the pool, which wasn't filled with water at the time. Unfortunately I happened to fall in and I cut my hand on a broken glass. After 34 years I still have a scar to prove it.
I know this is a picture that was taken 25 year prior to when I was born, yet I still get amazed at the dates of the pictures around my home town! The progression just amazes me!
We bought our house in 1968, it is almost opposite the Red Lion. The landlord at the time was Mr. Fred Nobles who was my wife's uncle, and we believe he had been landlord from about 1955. The pub still had an orchard at that time with Gents toilets "up the yard". One of the most talked about clients was the Lion from Wellingborough Zoo who visted the pub and stood with his front paws on the bar while partaking of ...see more
In our school holidays I used to go fishing and swimming down the brook below Pioneer Ave, that's where I lived, number 19 Pioneer. We moved to Windsor Ave in 1978. I used to knock about with Simon Loake, Barry Goodman, Dean Underwood, John and James Twelvetree. We also used to roam the allotments and the surrounding fields, armed with catapaults and our pockets full of stones. Towards the end of the 6 week hols the ...see more
The Round House has fond memories for the Perry family because my late father (Ronald) was born there in 1924. He was the youngest of five (Win, Leslie, John & Patience). His father John worked on the land with the oxen for Lord Bathurst.
Hi Joan, We're trying to locate Susan Whitwell born 1960 while living at 32, Zouch Avenue, can you help?. David Thompson
Going to G F S at the church rooms every Friday evening to practise our folk dancing ready for the Eisteddfod at Llangefni in the May. (G F S: Girls Friendly Society). We still have our standard in the church at Llangeinwen. The drama practice at the chapel rooms every Monday evening with Mrs Roberts Gelliniog Wen.
I was a soldier at Bradbury Lines when this happened. The Father of the baby was our Troop Lieutenant ...Richard Vincent. He was a lovely man and well liked by we boy soldiers. We never saw him again....no doubt he was given a long spell of compassionate leave. But 30 years or so later he had risen through the ranks to be Field Marshall Sir Richard Vincent and was in charge of NATO ! I have very fond memories of ...see more
Hi, my name is Mark Adams, I also went to Hurn School with Ben, Paul Sheil, Paul Belviour and Richard Beerdragger. I went up to the school also and was disapointment to find that it had been turned into appartments. This is where I had the best of my school years. Do you remember the headmaster's name, Mr Morris and some of the teachers' names like Mr Watson, Mr Hurley and Mr Fraizer the maths teacher. Plase reply.
My brother, Peter, and I were uprooted in 1939 from our home town of Deal in Kent, to live firstly in Troedyrhiw, then Pentrbach, and I had a short stay with Asaph Jenkins and his wife in Abercanaid. We sucessively attended schools in all those villages and Merthyr Vale. I left Troedyrhiw school [not the splendid place Afan Taf] the day before my 14th birthday to go to St Albans, Herts, to work for a ...see more
I was born in North Seaton Colliery and have very happy memories of my childhood and all the people who were part of my life. I left at 16 to work in Newcastle, the beach was perfect, never have I had such happy times, picking winkles and fishing for dabs. Brenda Hudson as was.
I called on many customers in Adisham village before the popularity of the automatic washing machine affected the laundry trade. I served all the main traders: Hosking Post Office, Best Bakery, Colmans Farm, and numerous private households. The generosity of the customers in providing tea and cakes added pleasant hours to my journey and I sometimes took the Sunday service at the Baptist Chapel. My Monday round ...see more
Is there anyone out there who was at Laleham Abbey Convent School around 1953?
Does anyone remember my father Cyril Evans, and his family. I think he left the village around the 1940s at the age of 14???
me and my two sisters Christine and Beverley were christened in this church, I was also confirmed here by Dr Donald Coggan who went on to be Archbishop of Canterbury
My Grandfather Joseph Wall owned this pub in the 40s I think. Him and his wife Elsie, and my dad James, eventually moved to Ebor Street.
I went to Flaxley Road Primary School until 1969. There was a single classroom to the front of the school run by Miss Reid, my grandmother's friend, I was scared stiff of her.
Kirkby Green. I was born here in December 1941. My family lived in the house at the side of 'The Beck' which had a water wheel used for driving a mill. My father worked for a local farming family, the Wrights. I have no memories of my life here as we left the area in 1942, but my brothers and sisters have told me about life there. Some years later I was involved in a road accident which resulted in my being ...see more
I stayed one night at this hostel in early April 1957. A friend and I had set out from our home town of Reading on a 5 night circular cycle trip - our first such trip. Mitcheldean was our second night's stop, the first being at the then Inglesham hostel north of Swindon. We then went on to hostels at Clifton-on-Teme near Worcester, Broome, Warwickshire and Charlbury, Oxfordshire before returning ...see more
Memories of Hope Memorial Camp--Easter 1958--thirty of us second year pupils (age 14) six fourth years and four teachers travelled from our school in Hertfordshire by coach to London Euston to go by train to Penrith. Quite an adventure, I was bitten by a dog on the train, never told my mum. At Penrith we changed trains and went on to Braithwaite, on arrival it was getting dark as we pushed our ...see more
My name is Sandra and I am the little girl on the right of the picture. I lived at the Post Office with my grandparents, Mr & Mrs Robinson and I have very fond memories of growing up in the village. The bigger girl with me was Ann Tatters who used to take me to school at Yanwath.
I can remember the only time I went in the pool at Marsden Park. I couldn't swim and was about 7 years old. For some reason prob the cold water my mum didn't want to go in the water so a neighbour took me in. That was the only time I ever went in. I live in Australia now and have a pool in my backyard. I went back to Nelson in 2004 and took my two boys to Marsden Park. I felt really sad that the pool wasn't there any ...see more
The pub in the picture is the original H&C which was burnt down only a few years after this picture was taken. The pub was then rebuilt further back from the road. There are still elderly people in the village who remember their parents and even their grandparents going to the local for their usual. One old lady's husband used to go to the pub a lot. Mrs Liddle lived at the top of Velley Hill until the 1960s ...see more
My friends and I were all in the choir here - I think it outnumbered the congregation usually. We had to share a vicar with Ludgershall. Choir practice was on a Friday evening. When the War ended in 1945 they were desperate for bellringers so us kids all got to help. It was not much of a holy peal though. I spent many happy sumer days sitting on the ivy covered wall outside waiting for ...see more
I lived with my parents in Zouch Avenue nearby but did go to school with a girl who lived in one of these cottages. The River Bourne is/was directlyopposite and every winter it overflowed, ran across the road and flooded the downstairs of these cottages. The pianola lived permanently on a pile of bricks. The way upstairs here was a ladder in a cupboard. I did envy that child as I was only ...see more
The ABC song certainly brought back memories of my regular Saturday morning trips to the pictures in the late 1940s and early 50s. In Aldershot we were lucky that the ABC – the Ritz, and the Empire – an Odeon cinema, were situated right next to each other. We looked at each programme displayed and, depending on which film we fancied, chose the one we wanted to see. It certainly gave our mums an ...see more
A delightful place to work if only for six months. We would lunch at the Brocket Arms or take a picnic into the grounds by the swimming pool. We did work as well; caring for the silk worms in the mornings and showing visitors around in the afternoons. My favourite task would be to walk the grounds collecting flowers and foliage for the arrangement in the hall. The downside was the 5 mile bike ride each way in all weathers.
I lived at 257 Frimley Green Road- where Warrens' garage now stands - 1942 to 1954. There was an air-raid shelter on the Green which we watched being demolished. Every Nov 5th there was a gigantic bonfire on the Green, fired by paraffin donated by Percy Warren; squaddies would come down from Deepcut and add to the tumult, one year detonating the Gents at the Rose & Thistle. Whenever I'm in the south I have ...see more
I remember the Granada, 6 pence for the Saturday morning flics. I always felt sorry for the plonker that had to do his bit and make us sing along before the flics started. After the show, down to 'Notarianni's for a 3 penny wafer of ice cream, then walk home along Lavender Hill re-enacting the main film or the trailer and trying to suss out what the hero would do to get out of the predicament he was left in for a week ...see more
As a child I grew up in bomb ravaged Mitcham. I lived in 16 Ashtree Avenue, Mitcham. We were bombed as so many other people were. I attended the 'Star School, Benedict Road. until around 1947ish then the family moved to Battersea. The Star School was memorable for me in that Miss Gregory a Welsh teacher took particular delight in tormenting pupils, in particular myself. And Daddy Weston ditto, one day he walloped a kid ...see more
I remember all of the pubs, and especially the Swan as we liked to think it was part of the Swan family. In fact my brother, John, had a special corner dedicated as "Wings Corner". I remember going there as a child and buying crisps from the side door.
I was one of the many paper boys and girls that worked for Horslins the newsagent. I would get up a 5:00 am every morning and wait outside in the cold for the papers, magazines and comics to arrive. We used to have to mark up our route and then get out and deliver the papers. I hated doing it during the winter months because it was so cold and dark. I also remember the fish shop and I bought my first ...see more
I loved attending this school when Mr. Rackstraw was the headmaster. I have great memories of Mr. Kincaid, Mr. Britnell, Mrs. Cooper, Mrs. Turner, Miss Pittam and Ms. Hill (P.E. teachers). Everyone was afraid of Mrs. Brooks. Does anyone remember the air raid shelters they had in the playground?
I was in the very first class to attend the brand new Westgate School. My class moved from Haymill Annex on Elmshot Lane. We were all so excited. The 1A students were in Mrs. Evans class and was she strict. She ruled with an iron fist and we all learned to be quiet when she walked into the room. My favorite teacher was Mrs. Ramsbottom (the physical education teacher). I loved netball and hockey. It was at ...see more
I attended the Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints little Church (not Morman) next door to the pig farm when I was 24 years old. Because of the love and friendship I received there, I had the opportunity to come to America as one of the families agreed to sponsor me. Forty-four years later, I still attend the same Church (now called the Community of Christ) in Lima, Ohio.
I was born at number 11, and was told I did not open my eyes, so Mrs Tyreman baptized me. She had changed from Methodist to Catholic when she married her husband who was a tailor. When the priest came the next morning and blessed me I opened my eyes. I was given a spoonful of brandy to keep me alive, and was told I was talking by the age of two. I had two bouts of Double Pneumonia before the age of six, but was ...see more
I am taking a guess at the year, my paternal grandfather was one of the partners in a foundry called Wood and Stannard. The business was at the lower end of the High Street, and oposite the road to the church and the Five Bells pub. Not entirely sure what year he left Brittania House (as that was what it was called), I have very vivid memories of Dr Summers and his monocle, I was told he was a ...see more
I was 10 yrs old and suffered badly with asthma when I was transferred from Bryn Bras Castle Open Air School, Llanberis, N. Wales to an Open Air School or Home on Hayling Island - I have very little memory of the 6 months I stayed there after 12 months in Bryn Bras Castle. We were looked after and taught by Catholic nuns in Wales - but I have no memory of where I stayed or how I got to Hayling Island. Very ...see more
This view of the harbour taken in 1888 has by chance captured dead centre the very spot where 120 years later the dancers and musicians of Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers turned out to entertain crowds of holiday makers one warm summer evening. We gathered as dusk was falling at 8pm and the fairy lights and illuminations were twinkling all around the harbour. Our band ...see more
I remember exactly when I first went to Southend. It was October 1957 and I can be so sure as I remember seeing newspapers on sale with the fantastic news about the successful launch of the Sputnik Russian satellite. It was exciting news to round off an interesting day as my family took my on the outing of my choice to celebrate my twelfth birthday. I recall the green and cream ...see more
This picture brings back fond memories of my childhood, I remember fishing in the pool just under these trees, I caught my first pike and perch there and I was only 11 yrs old. There used to be a beach just next to the pool and I remember other older fishermen, fishing there, casting across the river and landing 6-8lb chub, I never did manage to get one of those. Lucky for me, I have relatives who live in ...see more
My Grandparents William Garside and Evelyn Bowden were married on 29th February 1896 in Cardiff and Grandad lived in Roath prior to his marriage. I imagine they may have also stood in this spot when courting, looking quite similar.
This pond used to be known as The Silver Cup Pond but I do not know where the name originated. Here was where children would sail toy boats or paddle. I have not yet come across a current photo or reference to this pond so I am wondering if it has survived health and safety strangulation. Would love to hear more about it.
We moved to Romford in 1954. First we lived at Mawneys and attended the primary school there. In 1955 we moved to Oaks Avenue and I attended Pettits Lane Secondary Modern School. I left in 1959. The pillars just below the trees in the photo, was the gateway to the Whykam Hall which belonged to the church. I remember spending many happy times at the weekend dances. I could really Rock'n' Roll in those days! I used to ...see more
Hartford Secondary Modern School, Northwich brings back very fond memories. The teachers were very good and enthusiastic, encouraging us all to do well. Mr Beech was the Headmaster, very keen on cricket. Mr Baines Assistant Head, who was a lovely man, full of good advice. Miss Hunt an outstanding Music Teacher. I remember a romance between our P.E Teacher and History teacher, they eventually got married I think. ...see more
From a baby in the sixties up until my late teens in the eighties, I spent two weeks in August every year in Caister with my family. These were the happiest times of my life. We were on the beach every day for two weeks every year, and the weather was always hot and sunny. I particularly remember my brother and I going to the wooden cafe every day on Caister Beach, for chocolate. It ...see more
I remember my parents taking us children to see the Blackpool illuminations as a birthday treat, where we would see all kinds of animations along the prominade and all the trams where also lit up, that was some 48yrs ago. I don't know if this still happens, enjoy.