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In the 1950s there were two cinemas, 'The Pavilion' and 'The Palace' and every Christmas there was the famous Heckmondwike Illuminations which ran for the full length of the town and attracted thousands of visitors from a wide area. For many years my grandfather George Arthur Fisher ran a greengrocer's stall on the market.
I remember when my first racing bike was bought for me. I bought a survey map of north west Kent and decided that I would go to Eynsford as I had been there many times by bus and now I had independant means and no limit as to where I could travel. After arriving at Eynsford I looked at my map and decided to go to Cotmans Ash and on the way passed Romney Street with its pub and collection of houses and ...see more
My parents ran the Rising Sun pub in Charlwood where I lived from 1954-64. I often went fishing and sometimes even swimming at the Brickyard pond which at the time was owned by Mr. Dearn, whose son Malcolm I went to school with. In addition to the pond there were many old workings that used to flood forming a network of waterways, many of which contained fish. I now reside in Southern California and have fond memories of the Charlwood area.
In 1939 on the out break of the Second World War my father was sent to London aerodrome, from Cornwall, to repair bombers and fighter planes. I was born in Cornwall, 12 Dec 1940, and my mother wanting to be with her husband took me to Send, where father had managed to get a shared accommodation with another family, called the Gaigens, spelling may be wrong, together in a bungalow in Tannery Lane. I think the bungalow ...see more
Does anybody reading this remember Tom Varley's steam museum/bonfire nights in the big brick barn with the music from the engines and parch peas, hotpots and bonfire on top of the hill. Or the little pool in the first static field in the bottom left corner. Or the outside toilet blocks with the handringer outside and big pot sinks that sometimes small children were washed in. My memories of Todber ...see more
In this old and wonderful church I was baptised, went to Sunday school and was confirmed, and every time I enter it I am in awe and feel my ancesters all around me. Being born and brought up in Trelights, my mother was a Brown and the Browns were the village carpenters with a workshop in the heart of the village, it's still there but now converted into a cottage but still roughly the same shape. My ...see more
Does anybody remember Clifford the milkman, he had a barrel in a yard that he used as a dog kennel in the village. Or the Co-op in the village, I think it was that sold record players and I think shirts folded up, and kept in drawers behind the counter. I was 4 at the time of these memories. The dry cleaners that you could get high on walking past at the bottom of North Terrace. Singing 'Lily the Pink' at the ...see more
Talavera Junior School is still standing and used, whereas Aldershot Manor School is now no more. I went to both - living for a while just outside the gates of Talavera Junior.
Was Caddy's ice cream parlour on a corner near the market? Can anybody tell me?
I was born in Longford Park in April 1942, my father was "Bill" Ashman, head gardener to the Earl of Radnor from 1940 until 1965 (approx). My younger brother Peter and I were fortunate to have been brought up in the relative calm and prosperity of the Longford Estate immediately after the war. Many reminders of the estate's wartime role were still evident in those times especially the Nissen huts occupied by the ...see more
I lived in Eastbury Road from 1935 with my parents & brothers until 1960 when I married & moved to Berkshire. In March 1944 our house along with the one next door were totally destroyed by enemy action bringing the roof down to ground level. Luckily my mother, who was pregnant at the time, my brother & myself were under a cast iron/steel Morrison indoor shelter & my father just made it ...see more
Our Dad was the local GP. We lived at The Delmere from birth till aged 12. We both have very fond memories of the village and have been back a couple of times 1946 - 1958
The Bull Ring, Sedgley, that is the location where on a fateful night in April 1906, The Sedgmore’s Grand Colliery Exhibition Travelling Show, set up in Sedgley on its way to the Wolverhampton Annual Suntide Fair, burnt to the ground. The Show had been built up over many years by my Great Great Grandfather William James Sedgmore who, being born in 1841 in Cornwall, moved to South Wales and there ...see more
I lived in Longmoor Camp for quite a few years, I was in the Boy Scouts, I think it was the 1st or 10th Longmoor Scout Group. My dad was in the R A M C and was the staff sergeant at the hospital. I belong to the St Martins in the Field Church Choir and often sung solo, one of my good pals was Derrick "ding" Tarling. I took part in the bonfire chain for the Coronation with the Scouts and took part in the film 'The ...see more
Hi all. My name is John Potter. I have found out the last address of my Gran and Grandad Hollands, at 78 High Street, Halling. I remember going across a bridge past the graves in a wood on the right to the allotments to help my grandfather, I remember the Michells and the policeman's son, we played together. I also remember going down to the air raid shelter at the bottom of the garden at nights, also remember a lot more. ...see more
My Great Great Great Grandfather, William Moore lived here in 1861 with his wife Sarah, he also sold music, pianofortes and oak carvings.
I am writing to add my memories to those posted by my sister Sheila McCormack. My name is Norma (McCormack ) Gibson. Our grandparents ran this hotel in the 1920s. Their names were Margaret and Cecil Stronnel. They had a daughter Irene Margaret Stronnel. My mother told me about their Manx cats that had no tails. Sha also told me that at that time the beer was served in bottles sealed with glass alleys ...see more
I am a Stanwellian but I have lived in Sussex for 40 years. My memories of the village are the large mansion in Oaks Road almost opposite the entrance to the recreation park, now sadly owned by the airport! I was born at 1 Hymans Cottage, Oaks Road, long since pulled down. There was a large mansion as you go oout of the village towards the moor, right on the bend, it was called Stanwell Place, we kids back then ...see more
My brothers and I went to school here in the 1950s, taking the school bus (operated by Hevers' coaches) from Romney Street. I have many memories of the school, which I will add sometime, but would also like to hear of others.
This photo shows in the foreground the rather substantial house lived in during the 1950s by the Barkus family, who owned the adjoining caravan site (to the right of the photo) and who served teas and refreshments for the benefit of the regular rambling and cycling passers-by; for my brothers and me it was the nearest place to buy sweets, lemonade and ice cream. The Fox and Hounds pub (just beyond the further ...see more
How many shops were there in Avondale Street? Two, three or four? Now name them ... Four shops Evan Davies at 31 Avondale Mrs Roberts 28 Avondale Mrs Brake at 46 Avondale Sloggers at around 80 to 90
Year 1955, who can name all the family occupants from number 1 to 102 Avondale Street? at # 1 Rosser 2 Dyer 3 Courtney 4 Davies 5 Thomas 6 Fields 7 Smith 8 Owen 9 Evans 10 Jones 11 Caple 12 Bowen 13 Parfit 14 Thorn 15 Watts 16 Smith 17 Cartwright 18 Jones 19 Parry 20 ...see more
I was a teenager in the 1950s, worked at Consett Iron Company. We were teddy boys, had all the gear, suits, shoes ... Our nights out were Co-op dance Thursday nights. Them that had girlfriends always met them inside. Friday was a late night dance, was 10pm till 2am, we even went when we were on 2pm till 10pm shift, never any trouble but we had a good time. I remember on the Thursday night one of the lads used to ...see more
I too lived in Dartford in the late fifties to mid sixties. I was born in West Hill hospital in 1957. I attended St Albans infant school and York Road junior school. I had a best friend called Susan Weeks. I wondered if Susan Howard might be her? I often think about her and wonder how her life turned out. My brother and I used to take our go cart up Shenley Road and wizz down. It seemed really steep but it's actually ...see more
My mother - Hilda Florence Allen - worked as a hairdresser in Instow for a time during the Second World War. At the time she was married to Douglas Steer although the marriage did not survive long and she later joined the WRAF and was posted to Egypt for the remainder of the war years. She had happy memories of Instow and took me there with my father for one of my earliest summer holidays probably ...see more
My family moved to Hurtmore from Kent in 1959. From the first day I loved the place. We lived at no. 6 Quarry Road. Mr and Mrs Hancock lived a few houses away. I started school at Rodborough which was up Rodborough Hill on the Portsmouth road, an old army camp I believe. I was only there a few months as the new school opened in Milford. In the 1960s youth clubs were the "thing" and I attended ...see more
Avis and Thorne (Tom to some) Walters were born in Hinton. Avis (my mother) being the eldest was born on 22 August 1925. Thorne (my uncle) was born on New Year's Eve but I'm not sure which year. They were born in a cottage that was attatched to another cottage. These cottages were knocked into one approx 20 years ago. I can also remember a long term resident of Hinton village ...see more
The children of St. Joseph's Patricroft, Eccles, spent their summer holidays at Freshfield. The girls would stay at "Vaughan House" on Victoria Rd the boys at a priest training college nearby. When the weather was suitable we would walk down to the beach passing by the pine tree woods. At the weekend the older girls were allowed to attend a dance in a local hall in Formby. I did not know at the time that ...see more
From 1985 to 1982 I went with my Nan and Grandad to their chalet in Essex Avenue for 2 weeks in August. I remember a tiny kitchen, cosy front room and 2 bedrooms. Outside toilet which didn't seem to bother my sister and I. Woke every morning by the sounds of the Elsan man coming to empty the toilet, and falling asleep to the sounds of the bingo caller from the caravan park. Long hot days swimming in the sea and walks ...see more
We had an evacuee called Charlie, I wonder where he is now?
We had an evacue called Charlie Bond, he came from east London, I wonder where he is now?
I'd visited Otley the town in the 1960s, walking and rockclimbing as a lad of 18 /20 with friends I met at work in the woollen mills of Bradford and Shipley. My first memory is of looking down from the Chevin to this beautiful view of Otley. My new girlfriend Rosemary Finn and I had walked from Yeadon one summer evening 1958/9. We were both 16 year olds and enthralled with the view. In 2005 I again visited Otley and the ...see more
I remember buying fish and chips in Gallaway Road, Greengates 1955+. Unknown to me at that time this fish shop used to a greengrocer's shop owned by my grandfather Lister Carter around 1935/40. My father was born at number 4 Gallaway Road in 1910, 10 yards from the fish shop (now a private home). No 4 is now a beautifully renovated stone cottage which I visited in 2005. All this only 50 yards from the ...see more
My name, way back in 1957, was Iris Finley. My overriding memory of Delamere was the feeling of being in a very old fashioned environment. I always felt that the way we were taught and the strict regime was from an era much before I was born. That is not to say that I didn't like the atmosphere, I just found it very strange and the numerous rules very strict and nothing like home. I can remember ...see more
My sister was employed as a nurse?? at this BIG house around 1955/56. One Christmas the management invited me via my sister Beryl Carter to play my trumpet for all the children many with heart problems. I slept overnight and had a great time as it was Christmas Eve. I remember I had to catch the bus home on my own from Shipley to Greengates because my sister was on duty that Christmas day.
My family were Skinners of Deal. My mum Sheila used to work at the Regent cinema on the sea-front. I used to love being able to go & see films over & over when she as working there, (I remember seeing "The Music Man" 7 times!). Does anyone remember the little pony & trap that used to give rides to the children? It used to leave from round the entrance to the pier & go along the sea-front and back - a ...see more
My grandparents Mr. & Mrs. Cecil Carl Stronnel owned the Brown Horse Inn until 1922 when my grandmother and my mother emigrated to Canada. My grandmother had divorced prior to their departure. The present photo is very similar to the one that hung on the wall of my grandmother's home, I believe the one she had had a horse in the sign which as I recall hung out front. My ...see more
30 years just passed but it still seems present, the time I spent in Witheridge since 24 December to 1st January when I got back to London and then flied back to Italy. I spent splendid days by a family of friends at 17 West Street and still I remember that house, very typical, with wood roof. Inside there were on plan floor an entrance with a wood stair up to 2nd flor for two bedrooms, down a ...see more
Ah! How I well remember sharing times in a little unmodernised terraced house that my friend rented in Highlands Road in the early 1970s. The house was a little 2 up / 2 down with an outside loo & a little back garden. Many's the time we'd pop to the PO / shop on the corner. She, her son & I spent many a happy hour there ~ arrh! those were the days. We're still in touch, even though ...see more
I lived in Keymer from birth (1950) to 1954 then from 1966-1974. I lived in my early years at the "Old Thatch", Lodge Lane. My aunt and uncle, plus cousins, lived at the cottages to the north of us, formerly the local workhouse, then moved further down Lodge Lane to the large Victorian houses near the fire station, my uncle was in the fire service at that time. The shop pictured on the left in the photograph of Keymer Road ...see more
I was 3 years of age when my dad came home from the army (national service). We didn't have a car or much money, so my mum, dad and myself took long walks, Upholland, Dalton, Newburgher, Parbold. When I was tired my dad carried me on his shoulders. We knew all the farms which served tea and cake (still rationing), my dad loved cake and would have lived on it, with a large mug of tea and a woodbine. My mum knew all about ...see more
In 1958 secondary education was available for children who failed the 11+ exam. I attended Skelmersdale Secondary School aged 13 years, 51 weeks old. I was so proud of my new uniform. My best friend was Vivien Pierce and we started together and we loved it. It was a great disappointment not to be able to leave school a year later because I was a few days too young (I had a job to go to). They allowed me leave at Christmas, alas I has lost the job I coveted.
I attended Roby Mill School. Miss Simm was my teacher. She caught the bus to the monument (Vicarage Corner), and walked down College Road picking pupils up along the way. It was almost 1 mile in distance, she did this twice a day every school day. Ash Wednesday, Good Friday etc we were expected to attend Upholland parish church (St Thomas's). Mrs Webster was the head teacher and lived a few doors away from us. Mary Wilkinson was my best friend but moved back to Liverpool.
We moved to Oaktrow in January 1957 and until the house was habitable, we stayed at The Lion (prominently displayed in one of the photos). The village then had four shops, these being the Post Office towards Minehead, Mrs Yeandle's, the Coombe Stores (very successful under Basil Hewlett and his wife) and Loveridge's which was on the way to Stowey. Mrs Yeandle, a large woman, sang in the choir, ...see more
I was christened in this church in 1949, both my sons were christened and married in St Michael's. I went to Sunday school there and also I was confirmed there.
As kids my brother Ray and my sister Jan and myself spent every weekend and all the summer holidays at the lido, we used to take our food and stay for the day. We had season tickets and I must admit the summers seemed warmer. Sue Marriott (Crockford).
I am unsure of the date my sister Grace married Bill Hallett and lived on the Green Leigh Village. My name is Daphne Russell, nee Hooker. My sister also being Grace Hooker before marriage. My nephews still live in the area. I am in Australia and have wonderful memories. We came from Tonbridge. I was a telephone operator at Tunbridge Wells.
Just wanted to say that I love your website. I moved to Canada last year from Windsor, Berkshire but my grandfather Fred Tutt lived in Eltham for many years (owned a fishmongers). He was there along with his sister Barbara and as a boy, right through to my 30s (now in my 40s), I spent time there. Causing trouble in the High Street mainly. Parents also were married in the church at the bottom of the High Street. ...see more
My great-aunt lived in this house - we always knew it as 'Beam Ends'. She had a little antique shop in the single storey bit at the end (on the right). I also remember the garage on the right in the picture which was run by a Mr Chapman. There is now a village by-pass but in the days when I knew Scole the traffic went through the village - from Bury to Gt Yarmouth, Norwich to Ipswich - it was never-ending and it is a ...see more
I was born in a house on, and have lived in, Channel view for my entire life. I now live in a house built to the left of the garages in the forground. as a kid I played behind those garages and made den's with my mates and sailed down and sunk in the canal on home made rafts.
I used to play in the castle and what we thought were dungeons in the middle to late 1950s. It was our playground for many years. We went to the beach nearly every day summer or winter. Loved the place to bits. My sister and younger brothers found the place magical and facsinating, even though it was in ruins it was magical to us.
I have many great memories of Dysart with my Gran Jane (Jean Allan and John (Big Jock) Allan. Last address together was 13 The Braes Dysart. On the hill on the road to Meickles Coalmine. We used to collect coal on the beach. Play on the beach and on the hills above the caves. "Sneak into the Man in the Rock", In these days could not go straight to it because of the coal mine. We had a miners' house ...see more
I was a pre - Nursing student at Daneswood for two years. I hailed from Bolton, Lancashire and it was my first time away from home and town. I fell in love with Woburn Sands and enjoyed my time at Daneswood, to this day I have lovely memories of the place and friends made there. I have lived in Canada now for the past 45 years having retired from teaching, nursing, and travel extensively. ...see more
This is Blakemere Lane in Hatchmere - about a mile from Norley.
The main memory that I have is growing up in a small village with lots of friends, the pear tree wall will last in my memory for ever, the meeting place for all, playing football on the green, fathers aginst the children, everyone was happy them days. Going swiming in the canal during the summer holidays, snow drifts in the winter as high as a telephone mast, the smell of the tar as the men relaid the road.
I was born a Willertt at 5 Kilnhurst Rd in 1940. I remember the noise of German fighters going to bomb Sheffield and many German or Italian prisoners marching from Kilnhurst to the camp at Ravenfield. They used to throw us tins containing sweets and we used these tins when playing hopscotch. We had no electricity in the house which is very different now. I wonder whether the cellar still floods! We had gas ...see more
55 years on I still remember the infant school in the village. The toilets were outside at the end of the playground with very cold seats in the winter - pre the flushing variety!! (or does my memory serve me wrong) and there was a round heater in the classroom that we all used to gather round in the cold weather. We used to walk up to the building that is now the Acorn club for some of our ...see more
Mum worked for GEC on Manningham Lane and was informed of her brother's death on HMS Indomitable as he was in the navy in the war. Mum worked with Christiana Swift in the canteen at GEC.
My parents lived in Ennors Road in Newquay during the early 70s. They were an RAF family. I was newly-married & lived in Kent, but I used to love visiting them & spending holidays in beautiful Newquay. My new husband used to love sea fishing trips on the small boats & I would go with him, (the only female amongst the men & very often the only one not sea-sick after 4 hours out at sea!). What ...see more
I used to deliver The Evening Sentinal, Crewe Chronical and Daily papers for Mr Dovey. I used to ride my bike from Oakhanger all the way up there deliver my round and then go to school at the Comp! I think I got paid around £5.00. Happy days. Fond memories.
With a borrowed rod, I caught my first fish in Stouts Hill Pond. The fish took my hook quite deeply and after dis-gorging the hook, we assumed that the fish was dead and my friend Reg Thomas took the fish home to Dursley to feed it to the family cat! On arriving home, Reg discovered that the fish was still alive and while it swam around in a fish tank for a few days, it did eventually die. Sad. Ken Cook
I came from the north to work in Margate from 70 to 72--at what was then called the Isle of Thanet District Hospital, Margate Wing. For my first 2 months I lived in staff accommodation at the Royal Sea Bathing Hospital. I'm sure that people in far more upmarket accomodation would have killed for the sea view from my room. I paid a return visit to Margate in 2006 and was struck by how little it had changed from my era.
I was born in Redhill and attended St Matthew's School and then Bishop Simpson Girls' School. I left Redhill in 1977 when I married and moved to Melbourne, Australia (my maiden name was O'Donovan). I have been back to Redhill several times. I last visited in 1999 and could not believe how much Redhill had changed. My favourite store (Pendereds) had gone. I spent most of my time and money in that store. I ...see more
F-18 From a distance, Tam watched in silence. Like him, the monster had remained in the same place all night, dormant; poised. His eyes hurt from too many fags, the odd tear, and staring ahead into the night shadows of his past. Aches clung to him where his body moulded into the chair. It had been a long night. An hour earlier dawn had crept by, nudging the darkness to another place; ...see more
In the 1960s my Gran lived in Lakeside Road opposite Broomfield Park. Our family of 7 used to pile over to hers. The highlight was the sweet tin round. Broomfield Park sticks in my memory as a great park with loads to do. Palmers Green still has character, definitely worth a visit!!
Frances “Fanny” Clarke was born about 1810 in Newton Tracey and my interest in both her and the village is because she married Henry Howard, a tin plate worker from Barnstaple. My middle name is Howard which carries on the family name from those far off days. As I have now retired and live in Devon I am looking forward to visiting the parish church at Newton Tracey ...see more
I left the Sunday School at this chapel in summer 1962 after several very happy years. Mrs Davies was the Superintendent and our expert pianist was Phyllis Jones (later Pritchard). My membership gave me a good grounding in the scriptures and lots of fun and friendship too. The Sunday School post-Christmas party and prizegiving events stand out as an especially happy memory. Many years after leaving Helsby ...see more
I was born at Newton On Ouse in March 1928. At the age of five I attended the local school whose headmaster was Alf Bradbury. Also at the age of five I began visiting Village Farm that was owned by Mathew Clark. The main attraction was that Mr Clark had a motor car but could not drive but his son George could. George was courting a girl named Annie Bell that lived at Melbourne and used to ...see more
My early memories go back to the days spending our holidays at Grandma Davies in Broome. Grandma used to say it's only half a mile to Aston-on-Clun, we would walk there at least twice a week. The first time would be to Mr Naylor's shop. Also to exchange the accumulators to run the radio, you see there was no electricity, also no running water. The second time would be every Sunday evening going to the Baptist ...see more
I think it's shocking there are no memories from Lumphinnans. I have quite a few photos of the Lumphinnans Club 1 which was started to give youngsters something to do, this ran for a few years and we all had great fun on different places which we visited like Newcastle, Kenmore and ice skating. Everyone was involved in these activities, also hanging aroung Joe's shop at the corner and always being ...see more
I was born in Cedar Road maternity annexe in Sutton in 1956 and lived in Eaton Road for my first 10 years of life. One of my biggest joys was visiting the library that was situated in Manor Park in a house that I think may still be there, it was only small but was a wonderful old place. The War Memorial in Manor Park has my grandmother's brother named on it, not sure of his Christian name but his surname is Hill. My ...see more
My grandparents Able and Annie Blythe lived in Frodsham, on Frodsham Bridge in the cottages. I have wonderful memories of visiting them when I was a child, also of the church. I can remember sitting in the choir stalls whilst family members sang in the choir. There was also a little lady called Miss Cundy?? I think that was her name, that lived near my grandparents, she used to go to the pub on the bridge and sing ...see more
I was just putting in "Rogerson Hall" on search and came across this site. Wonderful. I went to Rogerson Hall with my Mum and Dad in 1956 and 1957. In 1956, when I was 6, Dad booked the holiday and within one day of being there I developed chicken pox and we had to come home to London. I was heartbroken but to help console me, my wonderful Mum took my tin bucket on to the beach and brought me ...see more
I used to visit my great uncles & aunts in Sandwich as a child. They lived at The Butts in those days (long dead now though). My grandmother would put me on the bus all alone at Upper Deal where we lived, (quite safe as the conductor used to look out for me), and my uncle would meet me at the Market Square in Sandwich. (I can still recall the smell of the abattoir in the summer). They had a dike at the ...see more
Rowlands Castle Brickworks originally established during the 1880’s, and must have been the biggest employer at the time, next to agriculture. Not all the workforce came form Rowlands Castle, but from local villages in the surrounding area, the site itself was a large sprawling layout, the clay pits took up most of the land. During its hay day as many one hundred people were working there, the work ...see more
I lived at the RAF camp at Coddington back in the late 60s early 70s. Does anyone else remember the fun we used to have at the Club discos. Or hanging around in the woods at the back, there was an old disused tennis court, but we managed to have some fun playing there in the long, long summers. The local villagers were so friendly too - I made good friends that I am still in touch with now. I went back to the Camp a couple of years ago - it is now a "posh" housing development.
When I was about 11 years old I secretly bought a pet mouse on impulse, but quickly realised that it was a silly thing to do as I knew my Dad would not let me keep it. I couldn't afford a cage for it. I hadn't thought it through at all. Frightened to leave it at home I took him to school, stupidly thinking I could keep him hidden in my desk or up my sleeve, but of course the inevitable happened and somebody ...see more
My school in South Ealing was know as 'Grange Academy for Young Ladies', or rather, just simple Grange seniors. I loved my school days and equally net-ball, but hated the fact that we had to play in our blouses tucked into our navy blue knickers. Boys would congregate around our school gate where we would have to play in full view of them. It was most embarrassing. Our class rooms were made up ...see more
Can't be too specific about the year, just know I was young. Perhaps we'd not been long in our house on Carr Lane, having lived in Dronfield before. What a treasure this house was, running water, separate bedrooms and gardens, and the view from the front was fields as far as the eye could see. There wasn't much traffic in those days, not much of anything in fact, pedestrians or animals, just the bus ...see more