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Wow, this brings back memories of pics my parents had - my folks had a caravan (static) in 1952 and my mum's parents did before that. My sister and my brother (born 1952-1955) spent childhoods there and so did I (born 1968), we still go for at least 4-6 weeks a year to Kiln Cliffs. The pic shown is around the middle of the site looking towards the kiln - we have a caravan on the hill as you turn into ...see more
The Punching Tree was in front of the church. I spent alot of time at Merthyr Mawr, camping with the 5th Bridgend Hope Church Girl Guides. I became Captain of them in about 1954. Does anyone remember the Water Mill? I also camped at Wig Fach at Gorwellion. My maiden name was Roberts and I emigrated to West Austalia in 1975. My mother came out to join me and my family in1990, she will be 100 years old on 17.01.2011. She has a million memories of the Bridgend area.
A tiny shop working in leather and I think also selling fishing tackle. I just adored walking past the shop as the smell of leather was so pungent and I loved it. I remember Mr. Sharpey fixing my school satchel many times. I can still smell that wonderful shop. I cannot remember the name of the street but it was just up the road from Woolworths and on the opposite side. I also remember the Italian coffee bar just up ...see more
I was born in Dartord where I lived in Stanham Road until I moved at the age of 9 years. Childhood friends I remember are Anthony Artist, Janet Cork, Michael Burville (not sure of spelling of surname). My next door neighbour was the Robbins family and my elder sister was friends with David Robbins whose father had a small garage down Dartford Road towards Crayford. I remember the garage clearly which had a narrow ...see more
On June 11th 1952 in the front downstairs room, (or close by) of 14 Woodland Road I let out my first cry. My early days of Pont are blurred, because they were not happy days. But I do remember walking down to the Mill and just looking at the water for hours and hours. My parents divorced in 1960 and we ended up in a prefab up the Penllwyn, it was Broadmead Road and there was ...see more
I remember one of my best Christmases being spent on Ward 5. Where are the others, Miss Coats, Sister Howell, Nurse Derby. Can anyone else remember the times we spent?
Born in Waterloo Street, Harrogate, in early 1940s. Attended above school until left in 1956. Started work at J.S.Driver, grocers on Beulah Street, Stan Wood manager.
Remember 'Syncopated Sandy,' playing piano for whole week at St. James Cinema! Apparently, he didn't move from the Piano Stool for all the week, & earned the nickname, 'Constipated Sandy!
Uncle Jim worked at St. ...see more
Ted Turner was landlord here, and his father before him, then Ted went to the Holly & Laurel at Holmwood where my family lived, they had a cottage behind the pub, I think the cottage is still there, there were about 8 cottages there. My dad was good mates with John Barrett who had the Duke's Head in Beare Green as with Ted Turner, John's dad had the Fuke's Head before him, My father was in the ...see more
Some months after I spent a holiday at Bryn Awelon, my aunt and uncle, Mary [Mamie] and John Herbertson, purchased their home, Haul a Gwynt, overlooking Criccieth Castle and Cardigan Bay. It was a delightful home, which can now be rented, and I noticed on the website that it is still beautifully maintained. My memories of this delightful home will stay with me forever. My brother and I used to disappear ...see more
I remember going to dances at the Calverley Mechanics Institute during the war years or just after, I am now 82.
G Lilley.
I well remember going to Salfords School at the age of 5. Miss Licence was my first teacher, after the roll call every morning we would start most days by singing 'All Things Bright and Beautiful'. Miss Atherton was the head mistress, I remember her coming to school every day in her Black Austin 7 car, she would drive across the playground and park in the open fronted building on the A23 side.
The ...see more
I was born May 01-1953 at number 1 Kings Court Cottages to Albert and Dorrie Piddington, my dad worked for Edward Mallet at Kings Court Farm now known as Home Farm. We all lived and grew up at 2 Kings Court Cottages with my youngest sister Carole, elder brothers John and Ken. My memories of life in Cooksmill Green were of long summer days going to work with my dad at the farm, driving the ...see more
My Great Great Grandfather was James Bradley of Clifton-on-Teme (1853-1931). He died rather dramatically at Tedney Bank in 1931, following the Clifton-on-Teme Hunt. According to family lore, he saw the fox, cried out "There's the fox!" then dropped dead! He had to be carried back to Clifton on a door which needed to be dismantled for the 'occasion'. His grave in Clifton Churchyard records that he "died in the hunting field". Not a bad way to go, I suppose!
My memories tell me that it was always sunny. I played all day with Cathy, Deb and Christine Buckingham, Gary Kennard, Jimmy and Johny Woodwood, Tina and Jane Coplestone and David Blundel. Conker picking near the church yard. Playing in the hay stacks and pig pens. Catching sticklebacks in the river. Picking buttercups in the water meadows. Having the run of Wasperton House and gardens. Huge ...see more
Christine, I also used to skate at South Park. I was a member of a roller skating club, along with Tim Tong, the Chinese man you mention in your post. A lovely man, who I bet is STILL skating. I still have my skating boots but haven't skated for years. Very happy memories of South Park. It's very sad that the roller skating rink was allowed to deteriorate, eventually closing, though I believe it's reopened as a skate park. Completely different unfortunately. Happy memories. Linda
My mother worked in Foxton's the bakers which was on Stocks Lane. It was cobbled with granite 'sets' and I think it had tram lines. As a boy, I was sometimes allowed to go out with the driver of the the bread van to make deliveries to pubs and Foxton's other shop in Parkgate. The area was re-developed during the 1960s - I was away at RAF Cosford when the plans were released. A multi-storey car park was built over ...see more
I was evacuated from London (via Norfolk) to Kingsbury in 1940 and lived in a lane called "Sunnyside" and went to Kingsbury School. The headmaster was a Mr Leonard Brain and I sang in the choir at Kingsbury Church. Behind the church the land dropped away which gave a good view of the river and the water meadows. The river seemingly was one large sewer and given to overflowing in ...see more
My first visit to Barton-upon-Humber was in the early 1980s when my wife and I were searching for the graves of my ancestors. To our dismay, someone had removed all of the headstones and they were placed in a corner of the church yard in disarray. they were so heavy we could not move one to find evidence of our ancestors. My next visit was with my youngest ...see more
At this time (1950) I became a pupil at the above school. The playground was truly superb and it has very recently become a permanent green space for the use of the village. This ground has in it a ha-ha and we younsters (I was 9) used to pretend that it was a shelter to protect us from arrows and spears being hurled at us from the fort (school). Unfortunately the school closed down in the mid ...see more
My brother and I are twins, born 1958 in Nottingham, we find our mum Barbara Sanderson. but she d in 1986. we did not see her. We looking for our dad Ron or Ronald Smith. He has ginger hair, he lived at 3 Chatham Terrace, Chatham Street, Bulwell, Nottingham in 1986. We are Rosemary and Peter, we are Foster.
My husband and I were both stationed at the Army Chest Hospital in Hindhead but it was not this building. It was a single storey building with long corridors and the wards leading off these. It was on the main Portsmouth road. My husband was in the Catering Corp and I was in the QARANC. There were two wards for the Ghurkas as they very prone to catching TB in those days.
I was born in Ryde in 1938 and when war broke out, my mother and myself moved in with my grandparents, Laurence and Lucy Stroud (nee Meecham) into what is now Wellwood Grange but in those days was just Wellwood. It was the home of the Tattenhall family and my grandfather had been their butler, so when they nipped off to Algiers for safety (!) we had the empty house all to ourselves. It was like something out of the ...see more
I was born at 13 Percival Road Feltham and went to Feltham Hill School up to Dec 1949 when we moved to Bedfont, so I then went to Southville School, then Fairholme and Longford, and in 1954 to Twickenham Tech.
Used to go to the Feltham Youth club by the Rec.
We came to Strichen from the Auchnagatt area in 1949 and I went to Strichen primary and secondary schools. It was real sad when the old school was knocked down. I stayed out at Newmill which was also Michies brewery and how it has changed too. There used to be just 3 houses on the road home but now they are all the way up the road plus more on the farm. My mam and dad moved into Strichen in 1967 and ...see more
I think it was 1950, when my late wife and I were courting and trying to find a home we could afford. We chanced to hear of the condemned Village School and the adjoing Hall, which the Church Commissioners wanted to sell for site value. We saw the place one lovely evening, walking across the Green with the church bells ringing. Although we were given the key to the enormous front door, it was unnecessary ...see more
Growing up in Barnehurst still gives me some lovely memories, like Mr Bink's fish & chip shop and the Hairdressers which was run by Mrs English.
We used to go dancing in The Embassy Ball room on a Saturday evening which was always good fun.
My father bought our house on Parkside Avenue in 1932 which I lived in with my three brothers and one sister. It was a friendly road where most ...see more
Tatenhill was just about cut off and we walked to school, we did not take the Midland red 815 bus. It was deemed too dangerous so we walked from the Acorn. I have brilliant memories of sitting in front of the fire and moving our desks around the room to keep warm. I do not remember the cocoa but I do remember Miss Read's sister and small bottles of school milk. And Miss Read's dog was called Happy about 1965.
By John Stanley
I visit family and friends occasionally on returning to my birth place of Bristol. I still enjoy as I did as a child 'The Downs' and 'Blaise Castle Estate'. Then particularly the paddling pool in the summer which we all frequented, taking a picnic. The woods at all times of year with the beechwood being my favourite and which I often visit now. They take me back to my childhood where we could then spend ...see more
I started my first job as apprentice upholsterer for S Bonella & Sons, they started in Billingshurst, but moved to Swan Yard in Horsham and then to Denne Parade in the 1970s. I worked there for twelve years, and still was good frends with the familly, we had a policeman on our beat, PC Palmer, who came in most weeks to see if all was ok. Good times in Horsham.
Betton in the 1940s-50s.
I lived at Betton for 21 years from 1940-1961 with my mother and father Arther and Florence Holland and my stepsister Mary Clarke. We farmed at Moss Lane Farm until 1961. Down Moss Lane lived my auntie and uncle Dorris and Phillip Holland and their sons Andrew and Martin. The next cottage was the Challinors and at the bottom of the lane was James Farm who employed a Mr. Hudson, Mr ...see more
My mother, at the tender age of 17, was taken to Bromley-by-Bow Hospital in the midst of the London blitz to have her first child. She never saw her baby girl, was told she had died and everyone was to be evacuated to Scotland right away. Mum would not leave London and when my Dad went back to the hospital for the remains, they said she had been cremated with spare body parts. Sending for records much ...see more
Billy's Greengorcer - a small shop on the corner of Hebron Street where you could buy fruit and veg, and almost anything else. In those years there was not an awful lot of choice.. two lots of potatoes, carrots, cauliflower, and lovely spring cabbage (although I hated anything green at that time). Billy Greenwood was a very enterprising older (at least he seemed very old, but probably only about 40 ) purveyor ...see more
I occasionally came to live with my sister in Spondon during the war years. I lived in Ockbrook Road, the house was named Tarbet House. At the rear across two fields was an anti-aircraft battery of four guns, which when they were firing during air raids used to make a terrific noise, so much so that light fittings had to be wedged. I remember Bartons buses passing carrying workers from Ilkeston to The British ...see more
I lived in Blythe Bridge and travelled to school at the Burslem Junior Technical College in Moorland Road, Burslem over a period between 1943 to 1945. The journey by train on the old loop line was a lot of fun. I remember the screeching noise the coaches made when coming into Hanley station as the line had such a tight curve. We used to play football on a pitch in Hamil Road, this was lost when ...see more
Approx 1962 I had a weekend at Buckenhill Manor. I served with Ken Stewart at Boscombe Down when at week ends he was travelling around various book and agricultural fairs. As I remember it, his cousin and her husband founded Landsman Books. The husband died and Ken played a greater role in the business, becoming in effect a partner. The business expanded, Ken and his wife had a number of children as had his ...see more
I was born in 1934 in a house next to Caldicotts (?) farm, where my mother would chat over the hedge to Mrs. Caldicott, who had three sons and a huge (to me) pond. It was exciting to be taken to their farm; the geese were alarming, and I always thought that the chain holding their watchdog might snap and he would be able to get at us! Opposite was Mr. Fields farm, with another pond which my little brother ...see more
In World War II I attended school in Stowmarket. My home was in the neighboring village of Needham down by the railway station, so I would catch the local bus at the Swan Public House and ride it to the Market Square in Stow. As the bus traveled north there were three other young children who joined the same bus, and on arrival we would walk to school together. (I was about eight years old at the ...see more
It is the 1960s, the Beatles and the Rolling Stones are the music everyone is listening to and three young eighteen year old boys with a tent and a boat and some basic camping equipment set off from Saltash Passage where they live to have their first holiday (without their parents) in Calstock, Cornwall.
After a limited degree of preparation and strictly minimal organisation they cast off from their home ...see more
I was an American Airman stationed in Uxbridge and lived at 169 Swakeleys Road. This was a large house owned by Lillian Conway,(Steve Conways widow) who rented rooms to eight of us Airmen. I have many pleasant memories of my stay there. We enjoyed Mrs. Conways care for us, and she was an excellent cook. We paid thirty pounds a month for two meals a day and our room. I loved the many British people we met, and it was sad leaving them when time came to return home.
In 1951 a friend and I were keen on taking photos with our cheap cameras. We decided to go to the Air Show, at the Aero Club down the Board Sides. It was a lovely afternoon, but was on the breezy side. A large crowd was enjoying a plane doing manoeuvres. It came into a dive, slightly coming out of the dive, but went straight into the ground, people gasped. I thought it had gone into the Forty Foot River. We ran across ...see more
This is the year I married Muriel Smeaton, also from " the colliery". We lived behind the butchers shop in Bede Street before moving to Peterlee. I joined RAF and moved away from the area but still remember the happy times we had in Easington. Dances in the Welfare Hall to Gilbert Ridley and his band being one of many. My two mates Tommy Elves and Bobby Carro l(both dead now I'm afraid). Relations still in the area are Mark and Dorothy Hewitson.
The building on the left is the Sun pub, which we used to visit when in the sixth form at Stanborough school in the 1970s . Our teachers used it too as it wasn't far from our school so we used to go there more on weekend evenings... We drank Courage Best and Directors at 34p a pint and got accepted provided we acted responsibly. In those days 'responsible' behaviour included sitting on the bridge, paddling in the ...see more
My sister and I lived at the other side of the Muchalls crossroads on the road to Cookney, a little way from the village. There we had an idylic childhood of sorts (though we were far from well-off). We had the freedom of the countryside that we would roam most of the summer days on our bikes and a whole wood to ourselves to walk and explore. Then on one night it all changed. We both witnessed being beneath a strange ...see more
I remember sitting under these trees in the summer of 1976, with my mates and smoking some grass. Funny thing was, the only thing we got told off for was being on the grass, not smoking it. Obviously the New Towns Commission had their ideals in the right places...
My relatives in Eastwood were called Simpson. They kept the wet fish shop on Nottingham Road. There were Benjamin, Sally, Ada, Maud. Maud was married to Arthur Hartwell who kept the Machin and Hartwells shop next door. I used to stay with Maud who at that time lived at 15 Devonshire Drive, Eastwood. She used to take me to the wholesale market at Nottingham, when they needed supplies for the shop.
Lived in Gavestone Crescent prefab, school Horn Park, when prefab knocked down in 1968 moved to Strongbow Crescent in the top block of flats, enjoyed Eltham, its pubs, and close location to rail and buses. Left home in 1974, moving to Cantwell Road
My mother and father lived on in Strongbow till 1999, my mother dying in 1993 and my father came to live with us till his death in 2004, he worked for Express Dairies all his ...see more
For years two well known Coasters came to Boston; one was the 'Lizzie and Annie', and the other was the 'Yarvic', their cargo was mainly wheat, or cattle cake. They would deliver their cargo to the B.O.C.M - British Oil n Cake Mills - which was situated at the bottom of St Anne's Lane, beside the river, opposite the old swimming baths, or Ranks Mill, in High Street. Other Coasters would come as well. Tugs would tow them ...see more
Although it was a fair walk or bike ride away from my Wembley Park home at Barn Rise, I regularly used to play tennis in this wonderful park, always around the time of Wimbledon when everyone rushed out to play. From memory there were both hard courts and grass courts and they were pretty well-maintained. I think there may have been a putting green too. I attended the Boys Brigade across the road at the Methodist ...see more
My Grandfather William Hazell came from Pentlow and was a legend in our family. the rest of his family spelled their name Hasell and there seem to be many in Pentlow going back to the 1700s. Grandfather William found himself in Pentlow and Foxearth area where he was born and had no work to provide a living for himself. He decided to leave Pentlow Hills area and walked all the way from there down to the village of Hazeleigh ...see more
I remember about Kirkconnel/Kelloholm, everyone takes care of all children, my children used to go to Kelloholm Primary, they used to get bullied at first for being English, they changed their accent to not get bullied, no one knew they were English then, not that it should matter.
My grandmother used to tell me that I had the title of "Clarke of Sebergham" but couldn't tell me what it meant. She said I was decended from a Robert Clarke of Sebergham born in 1797 and his son James Clarke who married Annie Farrar. Their son James married my grandmother Emma Frances Godding. Very grateful if anyone can help in my research.
Ian Clarke
I too was born at the Perivale maternity hospital in 1949, and at the time we lived in a prefab at Gurnell Grove somewhere near Cuckoo Hill I think, if anyone has photos of these prefabs perhaps you could email me one on: john.nicholls@sky.com. The hospital is no longer there and they have built houses on the site now. I'm not sure when this happened but I think it was in the late 1980ss. If anybody ...see more
Corra Castle is situated at Corra Farm, a quarter mile from Kirkgunzeon. As a child I went to collect the milk churns with my dad in the lorry and around all the other local farms and then took them into Dumfries Carnation Milk factory.
I was born and brought up in Weaverham until I left to move to Altrincham with my new wife (and job). Over that 20 year period I have so many happy memories; too many to record in 1000 words. Lived in Lime Avenue all that time with brother, John, and sister, Liz until I married Sandra Doran (from Farm Road) in 1968. Best friends during my childhood were my brother John, then David Rattray, Paul Beech, ...see more
Yes Pete, those were the days. You will remember my brother John Anderson and also Eric Richards who have both been asking if I had heard anything of you as Johnny lives in France and Eric in Germany but they are both on facebook if you want to contact them. I loved the Bird Cage - Alnwick's first real club - many a good night was had. It then became The Duke's Club. Val (Anderson) Thompson.
Well, I don't remember then, but my father was born in the gatehouse or lodge in 1901. Does anyone have a photo of the lodge? Do they remember it or was it demolished before the 1940s/'50s?
I am looking for any information of the time I was training in U.S.A.F class 7 and my dog Rusty, Oct to Nov 1957. Mr Frickey was my trainer. I had spent two weeks in hospital of my 6 week course. Still came out 1. I do remember that Special Forces were traning there at the same time, and one evening we wanted to go into Salisbury and they invited us to go with them. I was all for it until they told us ...see more
I was born and raised in Llandarcy, where as for all the people whom lived there was a safe and friendly environment. I now live and work in Thailand as a teacher, but I still have found memories of my beloved Llandarcy. School holidays: When we used to camp-out on the mountains. Winter: When sometimes the snow was over two metres high. Bonfire night: When we used to spend weeks preparing the bonfire and where we ...see more
I remember the shop at Yarcombe was owned by a Mr & Mrs Harding. She always referred to her husband as 'Daddy', consequently the shop was known locally as "Daddy Hardings". It sold everything. The Blue Line buses from Londons Victoria Bus Station used to stop at the Yarcombe Inn. They would put out a big company flag when the bus was due.
Early 1960s - to present. I have this picture in my house because in the background on the hill are the tenement type flats I remember as a child. This flat saw 5 generations of holidays in the Port. I go back and visit every year and find it sad to see this building almost a ruin.
I drove past this building yesterday and am sad to see what an appalling state in which it has deteriorated. I remember this Hotel in the 1960s when it was a hive of activity with a full complement of staff (just a few months ago I met the lady who used to be the Housekeeper there for a few years). The building now looks dreadful, in an almost condemned state. It is a real ...see more
My name was Yvonne Davies, I was born in 1958. My mother's name was Mary Davies (nee Meredith). My mother lived at 33 Clarence Place, Maltby. My grandparents were Polly and Mo Meredith. I was born in No. 2 Clarence Place. I have an older brother called Paul. We left Maltby when I was quite young and went to live in the outskirts of Leeds. I have fond memories of Maltby, my grandparents and my stepfather's family ...see more
I used live halfway between Eastcote and Pinner and used to pop over to see school friends in Pinner. One of the boys lived in the old High Street and his dad was a tailor. Age catches up with me and I think his name was Stuart (Stewart) Clegg. Anybody remember the tailors shop, it was there back in the early to mid 1960s till I moved oop north.
Hi, I would just like to add that the old photographs in this collection of Beverley, Market Places, are indeed old photographs of Saturday Market. That is, all except B80045 which is a photograph of Wednesday Market. The Fiveways Cafe in Wednesday Market was named Fiveways as you can arrive at it from five different roads.
Does any one remember me? My name is Robert Cox. I lived at 47 Sheridan Road right next to the lane that went down to the tip (now built on).
I went to Upper Horfield School and I still remember my first day at the school in Miss Heap's class, the music teacher was Mrs Greenslade. I can still recall the smell of freshly picked flowers in their vases at the school in the spring.
My next door neighbour on one ...see more
I also have memories of St Nicholas, and was a pupil at the school from 1949 aged four, till 1952. Miss Garrard was the headmistress, and I seem to remember she was very kind. I had a kindergarten teacher who was absolutely horrible, very spiteful. I can't remember her name and I wonder if anyone else does. I do remember watching with another pupil, from the top of the staircase, her being taken to ...see more
I was born in 1956 in Clydesmuir Road, no.123 funnily enough, 3rd child of 6. Unfortunately we relocated in 1966. The years though very poor were very rich in family friends and happiness as much as a young child then understood it. We could go out on a Saturday all day with very little money or none and a sandwich of whatever leftover there was to find in a pantry, jam etc., with no fear nor worry of our world. We ...see more
I remember being in the last year at Whitings Road School, and having our school 5-a-side picture taken on the back steps of the school. It is the earliest colour photo taken of me and the team, and I still have it. I remember John Brennan, John Hill, who turned out to be a pretty good footballer, John Hanratty who, for a skinny lad could boot the ball over 3/4 of the length of the pitch, ...see more
I attended the above school for quite some time. Unfortunately I do not have a photo. I too went to Broadstairs in 2009 to try and find this school but had to give up. I was wondering if anyone had a photo they could send me, I would be most grateful. Being at this school from 4 years old, when I came back it was like coming home.
I shall always remember the old park with great affection. The first time I remember walking through I would only be about five years old; there was a dead blackbird lying on the ground, I gently put my foot on it and it squeaked. I remember ducks swimming in a dyke, the water used to go under a bridge, I sat on that bridge many times, in later years
The war came, they destroyed a big part of it and erected Nissan ...see more
The rightmost building was a Cinema, don't ever remember it being a church. There was a Methodist church just off camera to the left on Sulyard Street. Dr Ruxton's of course was empty from 1935 till the City Council made it into offices, not sure when - 1980's?
Scene of the tragic suicide of one of the first trans-sexuals.
De Vitre was a public benefactor I think. A ward at the mental hospital was named for him.
Was there an internment camp for Enemy Aliens here in 1914?
Cable Street of course from "Ship's Cable" street, there were shipyards here a long while ago, and ropeworks too.
M for "Malefactor" (evil doer). In Court an accused would have to swear on the Bible in right hand and hold up his/her left hand. If the Judge saw the brand, the punishment would usually be more severe.
The building behind and to the left is the home of Dr Ruxton, who killed his wife and maid in 1935, chopped them up, and distributed them around Moffat in Dumfries. They hanged him, of course, and the bath where he chopped them up was taken to be a horse trough at Preston Police HQ.
Such a familiar sight - the High Street with what looks like a number 47 RT AEC bus approaching. I actually lived in Coney Hall, but Bromley was only a 5d ride away (or 6d to the North if going to the Odeon or Pullman cinemas). My first ever visit to a cinema was in Bromley (The Gaumont) to see "A Shaggy Dog Story". There were visits to the New Theatre for the annual pantomime; there was the overpowering ...see more
For many years a horseshoe lay in the centre here. It was rumoured to be where John O'Gaunt's horse cast a shoe!
1911. The celebrated Bingham murder by poisoning mystery. They were keepers of the castle. LOOK IT UP. A fascinating case.
