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Hope someone can help - mum is trying to find an old schoolfriend called Barbra Coleman who lived in Fairwop. She married a polish man and had a little girl Natasha that I remember meeting when they called down once to meet us in Wales. My mum is 80 now so she would be around that aage. Mum is known as Sally but her real name was Muriel- Blanche Lane and she lived in Jacks Platt, Horney Common ...see more
Hello I was born in Westminster Hospital and christened in Westminster Cathedral, at the end of the war, do you have a selection of any old pictures of them both, as you will have guessed I am getting close to 70, and although I have been to the Cathedral, I have never seen the Hospital when I was born, as I believe the site has now been re developed, I now have retired and live in France Best Regards Jon Oneill
I lived in longfield hill from the age of 5- (maybe a little younger, cant really remember) My uncle owned the local farm called Manor Farm his name was Don Woodward he lived with my aunt Ivy. MY best memories were during the summer time, with hop picking, harvesting, fruit picking and pea, potatoes etc. There was quite a lot of us children in the village, so we managed to get. up to quite a lot of mischief. ...see more
Any one remember the 4 miles fun run and the parties at Cherles III,
My parents bought the White House - a thatched terrace of 6 cottages in the Main Street opposite 'Thatchers' Shop. I believe I only lived in this village for about three years between the age of 7 and 10. The 'White House' had a condemnation order on it - it was in a really bad state and the 'thatch' had degraded to a kind of 'shredded wheat' consistency. I remember the dampness, wattle and dorb plaster, red brick ...see more
When hebditch the builder built eskdale house in carlin how, its believed that a fireplace from upleatham hall was put into eskdale's hallway , the fireplace is still in situ and has a fire in it as I write . It would seem quite plausible , as its quite a grand afair !,
Around the time I was in Mill End Junior school up to the age of 11 (1948-1951?), the school was affiliated for some reason to the church, which sat by the sports field up the hill. As a small boy in shorts I was puzzled by the whole thing. Thursdays we were marched to the church (it felt like) and sat through a lot of sermons/hymns and what seemed a strangely dressed man in a dress who spoke with a high ...see more
I was an Apprentice Gardener at Eccles Borough Council and started 22nd August 1966 at Library Gardens with the Gardener there Tommy Cambell. I was only 16 years old and I loved working there. Tommy was a great character and taught me the basics of gardening that I still remember today. Nowdays I help teach Apprentice Gardeners and am grateful for my Apprenticeship at Eccles with John Connell as the Parks ...see more
From 1982-1993 my brother Robert Owen was the owner of Nut Tree Hall. He lived here with his wife Jan and daughters Mikayla & Natasha.
I used to visit my pal Danny Parker during the school holidays,his family moved to thornley from rossmere way .Hartlepool when we were in Rossmere junior school I recall the little house 8 Galt street with back yard and low walls.we used the fields near pit were the beck or stream ran through and we found old army hats around the area.I used to get the durham bus up that went through village and it cost 1 shilling and 8 old pennies,if you went to durham it was half a crown
I recall attending this college from 1964 to 1968 first on a secretarial course, "O" levels course and finally a National Diploma course which got me into the University of Manchester. I remember a Mr Bunn (I think that was his name) being a head of department and Bob Watkins being an inspirational English teacher. I also recall PE with a Mr Griffiths which I hated. Went to night school there to study ...see more
My great grandfather and great grandmother came from the area. He was William Kidd and her name was Elizabeth. He was a butcher in about 1876. They had about 5 children I think. Elizabeth was widowed fairly young when William had a fatal accident going home in his horse and cart near Settle. Apparently he was drunk, and they had an inquest on him. I would like to know more if anyone can shed any more light on this please? Thank you
We lived my Dad (Roly Inman) Mum (Topsy Inman) with me Michael, and Roger in Shotover up the rough lane off the road by the grass triangle and near the school. I remember Miss Swithenbank who used to teach and lived in the row of stone cottages near the Hermit pub. We used to call on her and she taught me ! Also I remember the gamekeeper Walter Flesher who new my Dad and used to give use a brace of ...see more
My family moved from south London when I was about 4. We moved into no 5 cruick-avenue. Those were the days when only the odd family had a car, you would go to a neighbours house and pay to use there phone. All adults were mr or mrs, even close neighbours were addressed that way, never by first names.my best friend was jimmy Gorman who had moved hear from Grimsby. We would wander the woods and fields bird nesting ...see more
I remember warm summer afternoons spent sitting under a large tree while the teacher read to us. I think the headmistress was called Miss Goodchild(?), she had a small dog she used to bring to school, we had to go and read to her periodically, she was quite scary so I used to take a present for the dog to try and please her. My teachers at the junior school were Mrs Pugh, Mr Mee and Miss Taylor - happy days.
Oh how I remember St George's Youth Club , My Sister [ Diane ] and I lived in Haviland Road , and we sometimes went to SGYC , so many memoirs , we loved Kings Park where we spent many hours on the swings ,Slide etc , Also spent fun times in Shelly Park , We now live in different parts of the world Diane [ my Sister ] lives in Brisbane Australia and I live in the USA , I go back to visit as I ...see more
To reach Law Junction from my home to begin the morning shift I always caught the 5.17am fish train and smelled like a herring for the rest of the day. One winter's morning the driver took pity on me and invited me to travel on the footplate, an offer I couldn’t refuse, even though it was against the regulations. Soon the engine was clattering noisily and violently along the tracks. All I could see ahead in the inky ...see more
One of the winter duties of a junior porter at Law Junction was to make sure the bothy coalscuttle was kept full, which occasionally meant keeping a lookout for a train waiting in the station and asking the driver if he would refill the scuttle from his tender. One morning, coalscuttle in hand, I approached one particular driver, only to find him swigging from a bottle. Suddenly to my horror I realised he was as drunk ...see more
Hoping to hear from friends in the sixties
My gran used to be the nurse at the first aid post at Peter pans pool, next to the first aid post was a hut that stored surplus and waiting to be fixed rides ie, hobby horse, rocket or a car or life size figures of Cinderella and I remember a cowboy and an Indian, my imagination went wild in there. I used to dress up as a nurse and pretend to be a nurse like my gran. Lost children found their way to the ...see more
My family moved to Osborne road in litherland as my father got a job in Norwest, we lived in a prefab, i remember all the children coming together to play ball tick, hide and seek, skipping and hopscotch and we called the neighbours auntie or uncle, and I remember the long block of shops in Kirkstone Roadwhich included the dairy, the chandlers where we used to bring our own bottle to put Aunt Sally ...see more
I was born in Etton EAST YORKSHIRE It was always Yorkshire for me never humberside
I visited in 1990 and found an ancestors grave. I am a descendant of George Edward Capon. I now live in Australia. I have a 3rd cousin here too.
This was a wonderful delicatessen (although it would have described itself as "general provisions" or something like that, It had huge cheeses and whole sides of smoked pork and giant hams in the window. It had a unique smell - a mixture of spices, coffee, smoked meat and cheese. NO modern deli comes anywhere near it - apart possibly from Volpetti in Testaccio, Rome.
In my final year at Mountfields we were led up to the swimming baths in a long crocodile to be taught how to swim, if we couldn't already. I'd just about learnt to swim the previous summer holiday in Wales, but it felt much easier (& a lot warmer) in the swimming pool. The changing areas were quite primitive. Some of us used to go swimming here on Wednesday afternoon when I was at Loughborough Grammar School (when we worked Saturday mornings, but not Wednesday afternoons).
I have fond memories of living in Willesden where I spent the first five years of my life until leaving London during the war years (1939 - 46). I remember in August 1939, dressed in grey shorts, school blazer and tie, being introduced to the headmistress of a kindergarten on Chamberlyne Road, but a week later we left London for Buckinghamshire and another set of schools. (My mother remembered the ...see more
My name is Hazel Lynch (nee Greenslade) I remember Davidson Road school with fond memories I left in 1947 after serving as School Captain. Miss Linington was Head Mistress, and Miss Deane, Miss Davies and Miss Emdin were teachers. In my last year on Friday afternoons we were allowed to choose our own activity, I chose Miss Emdins class where she narrated the story weekly of the '39 Steps' You could ...see more
Having read other comments and recognised the names of other contributors I thought I would add to the messages. My mother Gwen Mossop was the hotel receptionist for many years starting in the 60's on a part time basis helping Phil and Betty Roddis. When they left the Scawfell mum remained and worked alongside the new managers, John Martin and Gordon Bradshaw, in the years when the owners were the brewers Ind Coupe ...see more
I was born in Upper Oldcroft, we had neighbours of Mr and Mrs Cooper, where we used to get water from their well. Horace and Rene Turley, Jim Cox and Family by the huge walnut tree. Cissie Thomas where we used our ration books. Two doors away was Mr Wood the Baker. Any children of the village went to Viney Hill Primary School, Mr Kerwood was headmaster, the next headmaster was Mr Green with son Benjamin and ...see more
Does anyone remember the Tip and Mount Pud with the cave at the top? This wonderland was at the bottom of Hollingwood but it's all cleared now. We used to play there all the time. There were hard rainbow coloured stones which we I used to collect. Anyone know how the place came about? I suspect it may have been a tipping point for some Staveley Works operation. I remember the "Prefabs" down towards the station too. Did ...see more
Hi I'm trying to find out any information at all that you might have. My Mother(born at Hengoed) was sadly put in a home in what I would presume to be 1965, the year of her birth as far as I'm aware she was Adopted in 1967 at the age of 2, her birth name was Avril Mandy Jones apparently and she is half cast/mixed race. I know little about it and I would be very grateful for any information that I receive, thanks
For a few years my grandfather worked here as an instructor in woodwork.My daughters father our law was also there as an instructor. For many years in the 60s I remember it being run for the deaf. As to the work house I and all my brothers and sisters were born there when it was the maternity wards. My mother worked as an auxiliary in the hospital for 26 years
In 1976 my partner and I rented the ground floor flat of number 73 Radford blvd,Radford Nottingham,I was pregnant at the time and this flat was my baby's first home,I can,t say that I was happy living there ,I was only 18 years old and had a lot to learn about life and bringing up a baby in a bedsit. I married the father of my son (while we were still living in this bedsit).we are still together ...see more
Arthur Richard George Hamling with Lindsey Stark Hamling have assumed the Feudal Manorial Titles of Lord and Lady of Hollacombe, Devon, by way of appropriate conveyance and private treaty. 2011, USA.
my father was born at 51 bolas heath wellington shropshire on 31 st july 1919
I was living at Michaelstone-y-Fedw and enrolled at Bassaleg Grammar School in 1949 having previously attended Barry County High school for about one term, The Head was a certain Rhys T Harry who used to take us occasionally in class, and he always preached "a rule" about success at cricket, whilst batting, it was, "Right foot, firm...Left foot to the pitch of the ball !, A class mate was a lad named Graham ...see more
I was born in Mexborough in 1953 an identical twin with my sister Kathryn. Our mother is Mabel Ellor (nee Brewster) who was a teacher at Roman Terrace School which my sister & I attended. My father is Ron Ellor a pianist, and we first lived at 14 Fredrick St then 14 Woodland view Church Street in 1958. There was an old farm house next to the Woodland View estate and I remember playing there with the children ...see more
I remember the Hawley Hotel very well. I was a bridesmaid to my uncle and his new wife who had their reception there. We also used to go for Sunday lunches there and later on in years it used to host a evenings for C B clubs (before the days of mobile phones!!)
Another chap I clearly remember in the year I worked at Law Junction was Roy Hamilton who lived in a cottage overlooking the station. Like the old gentleman who was frequently drunk, Roy was also disabled and walked with the aid of two sticks. However, that’s where the similarity ended because Roy was a sober railway enthusiast who spent a great deal of time in the booking office talking to the clerk about trains. Many ...see more
One day at Law Junction the stationmaster was conducting his daily inspection when he called me over and pointed to something white on the track. “Get rid of that woman’s thing”, he barked. I was only 15 years old and had no idea what a ‘woman’s thing’ was. Nonetheless I promptly leapt off the platform on to the railway line, retrieved the object the stationmaster found so offensive and quickly disposed of it. Such were the duties of a junior porter in those days!
I remember Sister Catherine, headteacher, and her nieces at St James; we were all frightened of Kate, as we called her. Her nieces used to throw books and rubbers and also hit us on the knuckles with rulers. I also remember the dreaded strap. I also remember there were three of us in the class named Sheila. There was Sheila Sisk, Sheila Earl and myself Sheila Potts. I was friendly with Sheila Sisk and have often wondered what had happened to her, maybe she will read this and reply to my email.
I was born over the butchers shop in Harborne Lane, my parents Harry and Gertrude Ludlow owned the shop. My mother kept the shop open all through the war years and I can remember marking off the meat ration books when I was about 10 years old. Not quite sure when rationing finished probably about 1952. I remember all the shops down there and the folks that owned them. I worked in the shop straight from ...see more
On another posting of life at Law Junction I mentioned the passenger who was always drunk on Friday evenings. This elderly gentleman also suffered a severe limp and walked with the aid of a stick. On one occasion, after “Old Andrew” and I had assisted him off the train at Law, the old chap staggered precariously towards the footbridge. Concerned that heavily under the influence he might fall on to the track, “Old ...see more
Two station foremen were employed at Law Junction in 1961: a fellow called Guy, and “Old Andrew” who was in charge of me. Unfortunately both their surnames are lost to my memory, and yet, like the alphabet, I still remember the sequence of stations that “Old Andrew” often called out as he went along the platform closing carriage doors: “Uddingston, Newton, Cambuslang, Rutherglen, Eglinton Street and Glasgow”. On the late ...see more
Law Junction in 1961 was a regular stopping off point for engine crew who would spend a relaxing hour or so drinking tea in the station bothy before swapping trains. I remember one engine driver who was highly skilled at close-up magic and would perform all sorts of amazing card and coin tricks to entertain the staff. One day this driver told me that someone outside was calling my name, which I could clearly ...see more
Biddy was my mother-in-law.
Used to be called 'Coley'. We lived at 50 Bradford St. Bulwell was a great place to live, crime free, friendly people. All the 'cool dudes' hung around the 'Penguin café' none of use could afford a cup of tea, so we would just stand around outside and be 'cool'. Attended Highbury Secondary....Mr North was the Headmaster. Virtually every Street had a pub and a fish and chip shop. I am now 66, retired from the ...see more
Several years ago my twin sister Jane and I hosted two reunions inviting family, friends of Wombwell Main and the Secondary School. Both evenings were a success at the Cricket Club also one of the happiest of our lives. We still look back meeting friends whom we have not seen in decades.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
I remember Freddie and the Dreamers, Gerry and Pacemakers, Gene Pitney, Marianne Faithful, Dusty Springfield and I think Roy Orbison was there. Also the Kinks and a couple of more acts.
My Nan, was Mrs Ring, we used to stay with her in her house in Hearts Lane opposite the Asbestos Co , next to the Thames Plywood Co (where I worked a few years later). Nan's house was one of two on stilts right beside the railway (steam) of course. Many great times spent, Barking was a great place then.
I was born in 1948, and we lived in Nettleden Avenue, Wembley, until I was about 11. My sister and I went to Oakington Manor primary school. The head was Miss Taber and we learnt to read from a series of books called Old Lob, about an old farmer and his animals. I would ride my bike around the stadium area where the Olympics and British Empire exhibition had taken place. Every year we used to go up to the Harrow ...see more
I was born in 1936 so I am probably one of the oldest people with fond memories of Barking. I first went to Gascoigne School and can remember having to practise wearing a gas mask during the war- horrible smelly rubbery things. I am not sure what was worse being gassed by Hitler or wearing the gas mask. We had school clothing coupons and I used to stretch my big toe over the line to get extra coupons; hence ...see more
My aunt, Mary (Polly) Wills, ladies-maid to Lady Marlin Borlaise. Harriet Eady is living at the house she is 69. Elizabeth Foale is the cook aged 33 years, Ellen Gammon is the house maid aged 20, Lavina Townsend is the kitchen maid aged 23 and John Blight is the groom aged 21.
During the 1950’s I spent many holidays in Carnoustie owing to the fact that my eldest sister lived there. I clearly remember a huge, solitary tree that grew near the kerb in the main street; sadly, the tree was removed many years ago. I remember too an Art Deco-style beach pavilion, which seemed quite exotic to me. I believe it was demolished many years ago, which is also sad to say. World War 2 concrete bunkers ...see more
In 1955 when I was 10 years old my Dad took me camping at Arbroath and for the whole week I was so ill with a tummy bug that eventually a local doctor had to be called to our tent. I remember a large number of campers, including the campsite owner, had gathered around and were observing me with grave concern. Fortunately I recovered a little before the end of the holiday. Four years later, on an overnight cycling trip, I ...see more
I was born in Churchill Road in 1943. Attended the Chatsworth Road Infants and Secondary and went on to Senhouse Efficiency College. I also attended Vanes and remember the shows we put on at the Cheam Social Club. We used to tap dance to Shirley Temple's 'good ship lollipop'. It was great fun. Also attended Cheam ladies swimming club and used to do a 'butterfly' dive from the top board. Went to ...see more
My mum was born in Coathill Street in the Wifflet at the start of the war in 1939; she had 3 sisters Mary, Nan and Phyllis, and a brother John. I think she attended the local school at the bottom of Coathill St. She used to tell me many a tale of life growing up in the Wifflet in the 40's and 50's. Sadly, my mum passed away and I'm wondering if anyone knew her.
My brother and I were sent to Reedham School in 1954. We were there for two years, probably the worst two years of my life, despite being put into care at the age of five and continuing until sixteen. I was known as Mathews 2 or RS 100. Reedham was situated on a hill surrounded by magnificent fields. We were not allowed onto those fields but were restricted to a small tarmac playground. God help any boy leaving that ...see more
I played for Aldershot and Farnborough schoolboys on this ground circa 1954/55 - surname then was Dubber. Any other team members still out there?
Catching gudgeon at Ackers Pit and taking them home in jam jar (they died!) Swimming in Bridgewater Canal "Dukes`s" would you believe at Grappenhall!
Passing exam for Boteler Grammar and getting a new beach ball as a reward (all other kids had a new bike) Sorry dad ...I know we had no money.
My first job when I left school in 1960 was junior porter at Law Junction, which sadly closed in 1965. I remember that one of the station foremen, known as "Old Andrew", kept bees on an embankment at the rear of the station, an illustration as to how uneventful Law Junction was in those days. However, a regular duty every Friday evening was to search all the carriages of the commuter train from Glasgow for a certain ...see more
In 1949 when I was four years old I travelled by train from Scotland with my mum to visit my Aunt Nan, her husband Tom, and their daughter Dorothy, who was also four at the time. Uncle Tom was butler to Lady Sybil Grant and he and his family lived in a single-storey cottage on the The Durdens. I remember that the cottage was situated at the top of a lane with a wall on its left. Cousin Dorothy had a doll and I ...see more
I remember I was just about to leave school this year 1975 without a job to go to when a knock came on our front door; it was Uncle Ian Speake (as I used to call him). He said to me if I wanted a job (he knew I did not have a job) with him I had to be ready on the following Monday morning with my push bike and a bottle of milk at the ready. We set off to Junitex Garments in Martin Street, a childrens clothing factory ...see more
I remember spending many happy hours in the glen, which to me was a wonderfully magical place. In those days to gain access to it you had to pass through a rustic wooden shelter with a bench on either side. I believe it has long since been demolished. Halfway down Upper Mill Street was a newsagent’s shop, which in the 1950’s was owned by a Polish gentleman who presumably had settled in Tillicoultry immediately after the Second World War.
My grandmother’s next-door neighbour in Upper Mill Street was an elderly lady called Miss Hunter who lived with her brother. I remember Miss Hunter always wore a mobcap, headgear that even in those days seemed quaint and old-fashioned. My grandmother’s married name was Coulter and one of her sons was called Ernest who worked at the quarry above the mill. His wife was called Cissie and both lived in ...see more
My elderly grandmother lived in the last cottage at the top of Upper Mill Street opposite the Clock Mill. A brief description during the 1950’s might be of some historical interest. A small bedroom faced the front door, which was the only entrance and exit to the cottage. Immediately on entering, another door on the left led into the living room where along the facing wall was a huge black-grated ...see more
I remember a large house that stood at the top of Upper Mill Street between the Clock Mill and my grandmother’s cottage; the family living in this house, I remember, all had red hair. The house was demolished in the early 1950’s and the site made into gardens. A mobile fish and chip van used to do its rounds in those days, and I still recall the stench of black smoke belching out of a tin chimney on its ...see more
My mother was born here. My family lived here until I was a teenager even though my father was English. I remember all the village as I went to the village school along with my brother and sister until I moved to high school in Tywyn. My grandmother lived in an old stone cottage just down the road from here, and my grandfather was a stone mason to the village squire. I remember the streams, the people, everyone ...see more
I have really good memories of going to Stanhope Primary School along Kingsnorth Road, Ashford.
Are there any old photos of the school? I know it has been pulled down.. such a beautiful old building.
I remember the old tank; there used to be a place at the back of it where we used to get a cup of coffee or coke and listen to the jukebox - that was in the early 60's. I also remember when the high street had two way traffic with double decker buses going to and fro.
I moved into Land Street in 1949, age 2 and lived there until I was about 13. We lived at number 2 which is on the corner of Land Street and the street down to the Pump Well. It was good fun sledging down the street and then making the turn down to the pump well and trying to get as far as you could before running out of momentum. At 13 my father took over as Watchman at Isaac Gaunt's Grangefield ...see more
A fond memory while attending Brandon High was appearing in the school’s Christmas show (circa 1958). Mr McKeown the English teacher, commonly known as “Cueballs”, decided to stage a mime act. I think all of us taking part were very self-conscious making exaggerated gestures because even after many weeks of rehearsals our continuing lacklustre efforts had caused Mr McKeown much hand wringing. He was convinced the ...see more
Brandon High's 1957/8 Christmas show featured a spot by a fellow named Willie McAloney who played guitar and sang “Worried Man Blues”. He later played in a group called The Electrons and sometimes performed at the local Majestic at the top of Brandon Street, a venue long since demolished. When I got my first guitar at the age of 13 Willie, who was a couple of years older, taught me to play 'Move It', and also ...see more
My mother (nee Briggs) lived in London Rod, Greenhithe. My maternal grand father was Basil Briggs a self-employed builder in Greenhithe. He died in 1953, the year of my birth. My father lived in Castle Street, Greenhithe. He was the son of Percy and Jenny (nee Jarvis) Morris. I would love to hear from anyone who know any of my relatives to share their memories.
This reminds me of John Rawlinson, Timothy Greenhow, Paul Manning and Anthony....? all good friends I left behind me when my family moved away from Leicester to Lyme Regis, Dorset in 1964. These pictures match my memories of South Wigston and surrounding area when it seems to have been a curious mix of vigorous industrial activity (my mates all seemed to want to go straight to work ...see more
The name of the greengrocers next to Dangerfield's butchers was called Tufts. I also remember Lewis's chip shop, Eddies sweets and tobacconists, the post office with Alec the post master, the Co-op dairy with it's horse drawn milk floats. The Co-op store, Coopers store, Cahill's, Crone's the bakers - went to school with son Roger, Royal's the pharmacy, Hurst's the fishmongers, Browns the wool shop, ...see more
I was born at 30 Marstown Avenue on 29-04-1938, now living in Nijmegen, Holland. I went to the Bassert Street school and the Sec Mod school. Played rugby for school and county, have good memories from the s.w.o.b. and very good memories of good friends and times we had. The Clarense Arms and the Leicestershire Regimental army bar also remembered. I left in 1958 to join the RAFand went to live in Holland in 1963.
As others have said, the open fields, Farthing Downs. I lived in Bradmore Way, Old Coulsdon in the 50s, there was so much open unbuilt ground on the lower part of the road and behind our house in Meadway which was full of wild life. Every summer day was an adventure. I would go out after breakfast and not return until tea time. I was part or the 17th Purley Cub and Scout group, the wide games that we had in these open ...see more
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