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Ths is the memory of my cousin, Audrey, aged 79. We were talking yesterday and she told me how, with her mother, she had travelled from Lancashire to see her father who was stationed in the area. They had to get permission to travel and she was allowed to visit the camp, where her father was an officer's batman; she would be given sweets! She remembers staying in Dibden Purleigh in a little cottage with no electricity and having to carry candles, going to bed. The lady was very kind to them.
They were chained up in winter. We used to climb over them as kids. Just past the Quay Wall, they were the only ones I have ever seen in 72 years. Were they unique?
I remember Mrs Harris a severe teacher, and the Miss Hubbards (ginger). The pupils were Bernard Lewis and sisters Christine, Barbara and Noel. Also Billy Miles, Arthur Jones, Freda Watkins, Marjorie and Shelia Lewis, Mair Jenkins and my sister Eileen. It was the war years, we collected salvage, ate marmite sandwiches and also collected shrapnel from fallen bombs - 5 fell on our farm of Tynycae. Lots of other memories of those tough years.
Does anyone remember the Gymkhana? I think it was in celebration of the Coronation.. After lots of school yard practices we eventually "performed" at the Boston football field.. I was 10 at the time. It was so exciting to be part of this national celebration.
I loved St Anne's. Great theatre, music and games, an all-round education. I'll always think that I got a great education there and I'm sad it's been pulled down. I wish I could find some of my class mates; Wendy Dew is in Perth, Australia but she's the only one I've found. I'd love to hear from Pat Balderston. I live near San Francisco now and only go back to the UK occasionally but I'd love to hear from ...see more
I am at present writing my memories of the Second World War. I lived in Filtom Road, Mossley Hill and I would walk to school over the River Alt and up past what we called Lord Derby's estate where there was a big gate house, then we walked along by the high wall of the estate to school. Over this wall which bordered the estate there were deer, a game keeper with a gun and the best conkers ...see more
My great grandfather and his wife lived in Chappel and my grandfather was born there in 1912. I have 2 lovely images of Chappel which shows my Great Grandmother standing at her door in The Street with her two young children. Above the window it says 'Claude Malyn' shoemaker. She sent a postcard showing the road with an x where her house was. The house and the street look very different today!
To who it might concern.
Being at The Grange in the 1950's was the best years of my life. Being 71 years of age now, I recollect with fondness the staff and us boys and girls. By the way, I've got a large photo book dating from 1941 to the present day concerning all of the history of this wonderful home.
My name is Ronald Tully or is it Ellington? ...see more
September 2012 my three adult children and some extended family travelled to the Bedruthan Steps with my dear mother's ashes. We walked the beach for a long while before deciding on a special place to scatter them. It was at the Queen Bess Rock we chose, not knowing the name of the particular rock. A very beautiful and fitting place for such a special day.
The Lido has now re-opened.
My friends and I spent many happy hours in a tin boat that my brother made for me, paddling up and down between the two bridges at riverside Crayford. Often we would use our nets to catch sticklebacks and shrimps but always with wellington boots as the river had broken bits of glass. Often the river was coloured by dyes being dumped further up stream.
Whilst my mum and dad were in Crayford Social club I would often go to the Parade Fisheries which was owned by a Mr Parker and prepare newspapers ready for wrapping up fish and chips for the customers; for this service I would receive either a Telfers pie or fish and chips. I would then rejoin my mother in the Ladies Room of Crayfrod Social club (in those days women were not allowed into the bar area!)
I can add information about the September bombing and suggest that one reason for the low number of casualities was that it was a time bomb that landed on Bell Vue Terrace. Aunt Alice and Daisy lived at number 6 and tell me that they heard the bomb come down but then there was no immediate explosion. They were told to smash all the windows to allow for the blast to go through the ...see more
My mum has a postcard with an address of Carlton Hall, Little Sutton, Chester written about 1912 to her aunty Dilys de vere Potts. Her granny had grown up in Little Sutton, she was a pianist and was called Queenie Amelia Howard; she married twice to a Mr Potts and a Harry Frith. Does anyone know anything about Carlton Hall or where it was?
Hi all old inmates of LMTH.
I was in Connaught Ward block 3 (boys), at the tender mercy of Sister Smith, from about end 1951 aged 6 until December 1954. I had neglected TB in the knees and (then unknown) lungs. I remember Wilfred, who carried us about either in that grey wooden handcart or the electric trolley and who made wooden toys for those of us who had little or no visitors at Christmas. Mrs Caravan (I think) was ...see more
I started searching just this evening (1/9/13) for a former school chum, Ashley Cook and was amazed to find this site and all the comments which I remember so well. I attended the junior school and remember both Mr Hogarth & Mr Gordon. Thereafter I went to Market Rasen Secondary Modern. I did return to the village about ten years ago and found Ashley who took me to see Janice Holmes' grave as I ...see more
I lived with my family, Mum, Martha Annie (nee Lumb), dad Arthur, sister Marie (now Richards) and brother Allen at the bottom end of Gas House Lane, now known as Gas Works Lane. We lived there until around 1951/2. I went to Elland Grammar School. The Gas Works were fully operational, we used to collect coke from there every Saturday morning (6d a sack).
The canal was also busy with horse drawn barges, the Malt ...see more
I lived in Heckingham at the time he used to give me paino lessons every Tuesday lunch time; I went to Heckingham School. He played the organ at church as well, the lessons were 5 shillings for three quarters of hour. I remember he then got a moped and I remember him saying to my old chap the lessons would have to go up to 7 and 6 to pay for fuel. By the way I still can not play!
You'll all go "Oh yes", when I jog your memory that Seaview was formerly named 'Kite Farm Camp'. It changed its name to Seaview around '61/62 when Arthur Fitt the garage owner on the other side of the station bought it from Old Mr Prout. I was born in 1955 and my mum and her step father (Oscar French from Chatham) had a caravan each. They were both of treated hardboard and were wonderful to us kids (the ...see more
My maternal grandfather had a shop in Eckington in the early to mid 1900`s (by 1946 he was livng in Wadsley). I understand it was a grocers that also sold beer. His name was William Stephenson, he was married and had five daughters. Does anyone have any information?
Hi Jenny. Glad to hear that both Jimmy and Pete Cox are still with us. I remember that Jimmy took over Cha Coull's garage while I was there, and also remember his elder brother and his younger sister. I spent quite a lot of time with Pete as we were both in the RAF and both stayed at Bella's. I'm sure Pete played alongside me in the Auchenblae Summer football team. My email address is ...see more
Having gained my Air Gunners wing in Egypt I was posted to the Air Crew holding unit in Harrogate where I stayed for about three weeks early on 1945, and again a few months later. I remember the dance held in a marque in the Valley Gardens in August on VJ night (what a night that was!) I was billeted in the Grand Hotel. The CO of this unit was the English wicket keeper Les Ames On parade one morning in the forecourt of ...see more
I moved to Foyle Drive when there was only a few houses built. I lived across the road from the church and went to Ockendon Courts School from the first day it opened. I used to walk up to a Mr & Mrs Philips at North Stifford about five thirty in the morning to pick up papers to deliver to the estate, it was a long and heavy walk. Then on the evenings I used to sell papers to the site ...see more
Paul, I remember you building huge constructions in your garden. Happy days. I still talk to uncle Jack Edwards.
Oh, my goodness, the memories come flooding back when I started to read some of the stories. Yes, mine was very much the same as most of yours was. I was taken to Victoria Station and put on the train with a nun. I remember sleeping in the dorm and wetting the bed. Eating dry boiled potatoes that made me gag. Walking one direction along the sea with the wind blowing so hard they made my cheeks red raw and on ...see more
I used to walk home this way from school in the early 1970's passing "Jack Hills", a grocery store that is just out of shot to the left of this picture. I remember the little roadabout with a lamp post on it in front of the hairdressers - my mam and nan used to go each week. It was an odd shaped building at the Junction of Orange Street and Countesthorpe Road. Really weired seeing a picture of how it was..
School days and Becketts Close.
Carol Jakes used to take me to school! The cinder path to St George's school (now tarmac and very steep) collecting wild flowers in the fields, swinging on the tarzan and making dams! New Mills Grammar School with bottled green uniforms and the dreadful velvet green jockey hats we had to wear the first two years. Local delivery vans brought weekly groceries, rag and bone man swapped soap or goldfish, pop man with ...see more
Hi my name is Doug, when I left school at the age of 15 in 1955 I worked at the Hawkes sweet factory as a sugar boiler, amongst other things, and it was there that I met my first girl friend. Although she married someone else, as I did. I have kept in touch with her all my life, she, as I, have very fond and vivid memories of the place. I am writing one long letter to my grand ...see more
Hi all, was in there 70/73 would like to hear from any one that was there at that time. Some good posts, exactly how I remember my time there.
Charlotte Gibson was born in the middle cottage in 1846. Her father was Joseph Gibson a farm labourer. In 1876 Charlotte had an illegitimate son Joshua whilst in the Bletchingley Union Workhouse - Joshua was my grandfather. I recently took my granddaughters to visit the area and these cottages have all been converted into a wonderful country pub - The White Bear.
The girls now have a photograph of themselves stood outside ...see more
I remember Ann Andrew's dress shop.
Hi all, I was in Stanhope from 1970 to 73 I remember lots of bad things about the place but also some good times. There was a few good teachers but most would be jailed now for what they did to some of the kids then. I remember going camping to Whitby once a year. They put all the tents and camping stuff in a cattle truck then made about 20 of us from Bewdley House get in the back and drove us from Stanhope all the ...see more
I hope someone can help me. All I know from the census is that my great grandparents and their family, Mr David and Mrs Hannah Gorge, lived in Craig-Cefn-Parc. Their children were Catherine, Phillip,John, May and Jennet who married my grandfather, Thomas Griffiths, from Abergwili, Carmarthen - my father's father. I have found out about Thomas and Jennet and their family but know nothing about the Gorge family, or if any of them or their descendents are still alive.
This photo shows the common looking southeast towards Liphook. The common was a favourite haunt for Canadian troops and local girls during WW2. Spent many hours gathering bracken for bedding for my rabbits, and roaming across it's expanse of gorse, bracken and birch trees with the odd larger oak. As one of the few long straight stretches of road in the area there have been numerous accidents over the years due to ...see more
I grew up in Kettlesing after moving there as a toddler in 1971 and leaving in 1984 but my dad remained living there until he died in 2013. I attended the village school until leaving to go to secondary school in 1980/81 and my teachers were Mrs Dunmore and Mrs Morse. I remember Geoffrey Smith the tv gardener visiting the school to give talks and a weekly visit from our recorder teacher. I have ...see more
I was born in Hurlingham Road, off The Pantiles during the war. The air raid shelters were still there for many years, and the allotments. School was a walk to Bedonwell Primary, joining others on the way. Weekly trips to Bexleyheath Broadway shopping and I remember there was a tea shop somewhere halfway up where occasionally mum would treat us to iced cakes. The Trolley Buses were also a memory and ...see more
My father, David Lamb, had a watchmaker / jewellers shop firstly at 13 Bogie Street and then from 1963 until 1984 at 30 Duke Street, Huntly. From the Royal Oak pub owned by the Yules, there was then Connie and Eric Stephens the newsagents, then Mr Law the fiahmonger, dads shop, then Norman Connel the chemist, then the Huntly Express. I remember Duke Street being renamed Dook street when there were so many pot holes the ...see more
My great granddad, Thomas Henry Smith, was a Bathman at the Hydro having come from Melrose in Scotland where he was a Bathman at the Melrose Hydro.
Does anyone have any recollection of this please? It took place during 50's or 60's each year on Boxing Day. My grandfather donated the shield which was competed for and one of my uncle's names is on it. Would be great to locate the shield if anyone knows if it is still about. It was the Greaves Shield. Thank you
I was born in a house on Main St, Bogside (Newmains). There were only 3 railway cottages there and lots of fields. Neighbours were Archibalds. Wonder if this is the same Archibald mentioned in a previous memory?
Can sort of remember it! Was there a bakery on the corner?.. .
I was strolling past a while ago,
This wonderous place we used to go.
When I got this thirst that needed quenched,
So I turned on heel and in I went.
With a feather boas you could've knocked,
me down you see I was so shocked!
Could this really be the place we came
and laughed with girls like Louise Graham?
No juke box lending atmosphere,
just dimmed back light,and awful beer.
Now I've never ...see more
Wallsend is sliding down the slipway,
to use a shipyard metaphore.
Now just widswept open spaces,
stand where the workman stood before.
They've allowed all of the trades to die,
and made the workforce unemployed.
Now just evaporating memories,
of working lives we once enjoyed.
This river's steadfast reputation,
was throughout the world renowned.
You could have searched the whole world over,
no ...see more
I saw the old hop scotch in Battle Hill,
when out on tonights walk.
I had a flashback of wor Sandra,
Scrolling numbers with some chalk.
Ali Ridley, Lesley Gibson, and other lassies roond wor way.
Would wear their Dunlop Greenflash,
and hop scotch here sometimes all day.
Those chalk marks have long since faded,
but in my memory linger still.
I still recall that sweet sweet laughter,
Of friends and neighbours on "The Hill!"
We sailed a ship on concrete oceans.
Well over forty years ago.
Imagination fuelled the voyages,
To far flung places we would go.
These days she's firmly anchored,
Surplus to childrens needs.
So sad to see her list to port,
Amongst a sea of weeds.
Having had a great neet oot,
on just twenty quid or less.
I'd boonce aleng the High Street,
until I reached Kebab Express.
Ad pull oot all me loose change,
and through my lucid gaze.
I would slaver on and dither,
With all the other drunken strays.
"Take it oot of the son"
I'd say with an ootstretched hand.
To John behind the coonter,
he could always understand.
They always did fantastic pizzas,
and tasty ...see more
Catching Bumble Bees in coffee jars,
and Sticklebacks in bowls.
Kicking the tops off Moth balls,
catching newts and water vowels.
Chasing after Butterflies,
magnifying slugs.
Gazing up at starry skies,
collecting Lady Bugs.
Plodging in the clearest stream,
Wellies squelching in the mud.
I'd love to be that boy once more,
if i only could.
We seemed to have so little then,
but things aren't always how they ...see more
Sat just off Byker High Street,
On this cold and wet March day.
The intermittent windscreen wipers,
On the car wash rain away.
The patter on the car roof,
Of the raindrops as they fall.
Remind me of the caravan,
When I was only very small.
Fortunate am I to close my eyes,
And transport anywhere with ease.
Why stay in rainy Byker?
I can go any place I please!
James Bridgewood,
On this cold and windy winters day,
we will gather all as one.
Trying to find the words to say,
now that one of us is gone.
There will be much sadness,many tears,
a sombre mood throughout.
The friends Daz made over the years,
will show their grief no doubt.
But afterwards this the mood will lift,
like the early morning dew
For as the crowds all file away,
all the folk that Darren knew,
Will all meet up in our ...see more
They knocked the Boys Club down today,
folks came from far and wide.
To see it come down brick by brick,
and reminisce with pride.
They knocked the Boys Club down today,
if you drive past in your car.
That famous landmark's gone for good,
all that's left's a giant scar.
They knocked the Boys Club down today,
it was more than bricks and beams.
As it came crashing to the ground,
so did a thousand ...see more
Eyes closed I can recall at will...
my childhood spent at Battle Hill..
As I walked amongst those tall tall trees,
it stirred a thousand memories.
The Steel Igloo, swings,and triple bars,
the plough made out of twinkling stars.
Denis in his big red van,
was a truly charismatic man!
The owl hooting in the hawthorn tree,
became a nightly thing for me.
The daddy long legs in the bath,
pitch and toss ,the old ...see more
If I could have picked the ideal weather,
for my walk home from work today.
It just could not have been improved upon,
it was perfect in every way.
A clear blue sky,bright sunshine,
not a breath of wind throughout.
As I set foot outside in Kenton,
then I traced my usual route.
Warm Autumn sun upon my face,
and in my step a kind of spring.
As I walked through my old stomping ground,
I wondered what ...see more
Great Britain is in disarray,
I've never seen the likes.
Worse than when Thatcher telt us Geordies,
to get on wa bikes.
They closed the yards and factories,
we had them by the score,
These places now just memories,
of better times before.
Ten thousand men walked up Swan's bank,
with cloth caps and haversacks,
Now there's only cold winds blowing ,
down that old deserted path.
The sweet factory on Norham ...see more
Just opposite the Buddle School,
There stands paper shop,
Throughout my youth I as a rule,
Would almost daily stop.
From Nineteen seventy seven,
Until the Eighties took their bow.
This shop was ran by Tommy,
Sadly no longer with us now.
He looked like a young James Coburn,
With his smile and year round tan.
We all thought the world of Tommy,
Such a charismatic man!
The heart of our community,
Is where all ...see more
ODE TO WALLSEND
I was born at Wallsend Village green in the heart of Wallsend Town,
I spent my childhood in an era great to be around,
We all grew up together and played in our back lanes,
My cousins and my neighbours in the shadows of the cranes.
At the top of each old terraced street there stood a corner shop,
I often spent my pennies there on Black Jack chews and pop.
The last sweet shop to ply its trade ...see more
When I first moved to Easebourne parish I lived in Moor Lodge; my dad was a cowman on Moor Farm. My friends were Bobby Etherington, John Shotter,and Freddie Misslebrook .When my dad retired we moved to the top flat in the Priory. I went to Easebourne School with Ted Muller,Colin(willy) Dummer, Ian Kiernan, Colin West, Dennis (buddy) Karn. I was in the church choir with some of them. When it was ...see more
I lived at No.10, loved the Sunday afternoon football match up on the hill. Some days we would have 30 adults/kids, god help you if you kicked ball down the hill! There was only one public phone in middle of village, if it rang you answered it and walked to persons house and told them they was wanted on the phone. 1965 - I was dux of school, won a bronze medal for art at Glasgow Art Gallery.
I was brought up on Ackworth Road opposite the Park. The park was my playground from being about 4. I remember Mr Cole the park-keeper ,the grotty toilets and the old men's cosy corner.
I was born in Quarella Road Hospital in Bridgend, but grew up on Cwmdu Street, Maesteg. Often went to the top of the street to get sweets and pop for myself, and a fresh gooseloaf for my mother.
I remember it as a very happy time and place to grow up, with plenty of local friends, and a safe environment.
I was born at number 15 Swan Street before my parents moved next door, No.14. My family had people living all around the area, maternal in Swan Street/ Hargreave and paternal, from Model Place. We had a shop on virtually every corner and of every type within a couple minutes walk. Billy Ramsdales was next to us, a pleasant version of Arkwrights store; opposite was the Chippy and in the 10 ...see more
I grew up in Kenley Oak Cottages, Little Roke Road. I went to Roke Primary and Senior School. I was also a member of the St James youth club which met on Wednesday evenings and once a month had a Saturday night event. I remember Grimes the bakers (we could get yesterday's cakes for a couple of pennys, and Marge's sweet shop where my grandma would buy me a candy stick for 1 penny. Long hot summers....! We used to ...see more
I remember walking from Roke Primary School to swimming lessons at Reedham Orphanage. The pool did not look very inviting, I only went a couple of times.
I found an old postcard of Porthminster Beach recently in a charity shop in Devon. I was intrigued by the message, it was addressed to a Miss Johnson at Pedn Olva House and something tragic had obviously happened as it talked of being 'verily verily sad' and 'great sorrow'. I would love to know more, or even to pass it on to the family.
My mum, Georgina Saville, was born in Gt Clifton on Dec 23rd 1923, she lived in William Street. She is now 90 years old with severe alzheimers. I can remember going there every Easter and staying with my grandmother Riuth Owens. I still have a aunty Margaret who still lives in Gt Clifton.
I spent most of my younger life in Bexleyheath, we lived in Oaklands Road. I went to Upton Road Primary School, I remember that the Head Teacher was Miss Hughes. From there I went on to Bexleyheath Secondary Modern School for Boys, in Graham Road. I remember Mr Piper, Mr Bottomley, Mr Klien (History), Mr Cullem (English), Mr Morgan (French), Mr Locke (Sports), Mr Glover and Mr Jones (Metalwork), Mr ...see more
Three small roadside cottages existed on the roadside below the Pentre Farm; at this time occupied by Robert Edwards, Hawker, his children, his sister Sally, and old Mary Edwards. Collectively known as 'the Sugars', the original family had occupied the cottages for 100 years previously. Also listed as 'general dealers' by trade, they travelled the county of Montgomery and surrounding areas. ...see more
I moved to 81 Walmington Fold when I was 7 and a half .Went to Frith Manor School.Then I went to Hillside School, had a really happy time in Finchley. Then at 14 and half I moved to Stamford Hill where I was born, stayed friends with Judith Holmes all this time. We went to Frith Manor together. Even though I had left Hillside I came up every day from Stamford Hill to go there and left at 15 in 1965.
Salcombe of the past.
My wife, Florence May Wilkinson (nee Davies) stayed in Southowram circa 1940 with a Grandpa Farrar. He was an elderly gentleman, quite deaf, and he used to read aloud from his Bible – whilst Florence hid under the large table listening. He had a great influence on her life. He still taught in a non-conformist Sunday School in the village. Florence’s Aunt was in service to him – the house was in a terrace.
I used to go there all time when I was young and even took my own children, it was the best shame when it went.
I have many fond memories of visiting my late grandma Edith Smith when she lived in the prefabs in Tealby Walk. Love listening to stories from my mum Lesley of her childhood growing up there with her sisters; Glenys and sadly the now late Susan and Janet. If anybody remembers them or has any pictures of the prefabs or memories, please get in touch. My mum 'n grandma worked at Birdseye for a long time and all the girls attended Chelmsford Girls School in the 50's/60's.
The picture shown is of the junction with Main Road and Victoria Street, Windermere. The nearest building is obviously the Queen's Hotel (still there) and the one behind it is the Oakthorpe. To get to Orrest Head from here, take the right fork to the top of the hill where it joins the main A591, cross the road, and take the winding path to the left of the Windermere Hotel. ...see more
Walter was at Stanhope Castle until 1953, does anyone have a memory of him? I am assisting him with his life story.
Does anyone remember the Childrens Home in Lower Wick, it was demolished in 1974?
I remember the Debden and Loughton Rockers on motorbikes and Mods on scooters.
They used to come to St Barnabas Youth Centre on Friday nights. Would love to know what became of Alan Flanges and his friends, David and Keith. Good lads enjoying their youth, never any trouble. Alan used to ride a scooter and motor bike.
I was born in 1938 at Higham Square - to the left down Well St (demolished in the 40's) then moved to Astley Street where we played on the sand hills and Gin Pit yard pushing railway wheels. I went to the Upper George St School and can remember all the teachers names still. Often they used to run lots of cows from the railway yard past our school to the local abattoirs with a lady on a white horse in front. Mr Lathom ...see more
I'm not sure if I'm right about this but I think that for a while our Matron, Mary Powell, lived here in the cottage opposite the hospital gates. In 1963, after we had sat our final exams, a small group of us were invited over for coffee. We were in fear of this lady and her enormous frilly lace hat, but she was very pleasant to us as we sat in her chintzy parlour sipping from her best china. We had a post office in the hospital grounds, near the shop and the laundry.
In 1955 I was 4 years old - I grew up in this street No. 50 Victoria Rd - that house is not in shot but further down the road toward Station Rd & The Prince Consort. I went to Netley Infants school on the corner of Victoria Rd & Station Rd. I rode my trike around the block doing wheelies around the corner of New Rd & Victoria Rd - once knocking a poor old lady off her feet - what a terror!
Memories..... of being a student nurse Sept 61-63. The nurses home. The long corridor. The beds on wheels. The white starched collar cutting into my neck. Sister Piper. Sister Rowlands. The Saturday evening dances at the Army camp. Dilute gin and orange. The the Burma Road home. The Derwen. The EMS. Trying to sleep on night duty. The pay phone in the corridor. The train line past the end of ...see more
