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The (Roman) road going down to Buttsole and then to Dover or Deal and Updown Cricket field to the left, was sometimes blocked by farmworkers guiding their sheep from one pasture to another through the village centre. The shop on the right is quite significant because it used to belong to Mr Penn who ran the butcher's. There was a big cold-room at the rear. Mr Penn was the devoted leader of ...see more
Looking at this picture brings back memories of the Bridge Mission. You went down a alleyway, I think beside a tie factory and a shop called Grants. Because I had very small feet, the kind Mr Grant got my shoes in specially. They were always very small, tight and pointed, and were very painful to walk in; but because he went to so much trouble, I never said a word. The Mission, I was in the Girls ...see more
Eastry used to be a very significant part of east Kent. The Norman church was built on the foundations of a previous church, which must have been built over a thousand years ago. It is said, there was a palace here for the King of Kent in 664 A.D. We can look up things to do with Saxon Kings, and Egbert, and two princes being murdered in the part we know as Eastry Court today here next to the church, St ...see more
This road was one which was mainly used to pass through Eastry. We used to take the 87 to Dover or Ramsgate/Margate, or the 13a bus to Deal or Canterbury. The 76 to Deal and Staple. To the right was the big-time first ever supermarket! Of course, a brand new concept and an open invitation to shoplifters. Where the photographer is standing, was a lane to the left to the Gunpark, which was cleverly turned into a mown area ...see more
Eastry has a Roman Road through it but was also important as a place where we imagine important people stopped on the drive between Dover and Sandwich, the Cinque Ports. The Bull Pub on the left behind the trees, had a cobbled courtyard to the rear and room for horses and carriages. I assume some of the buildings date back 400 years, and perhaps the house in the distance could have been the toll house - it was ...see more
I was born in Normacot in 1953. I am the eldest of 4 children born to an Irish mother and a railway worker father. My great great grandfather came with his son from Bream near Lydney in Gloucestershire. They lived in Upper Spring Road near to Bengry's Bakery. My great great grandfather (Shadrach) went to work in Florence Colliery in around 1875. His grandson - my grandad John (aka Jack), was a builder by trade and worked ...see more
Because we were paid we joined the choir. Boys were joined by girls in about 1959. It was a good education learning some beautiful music, reading psalms, plenty of moral direction and people to admire such as the organist, Bill Press, and the notable vicar Fred Cooper. We had choir practice on Friday evenings, and then two services on Sundays. Easter and Harvest festival saw the place festooned with flowers and harvest ...see more
Eastry has an important history and this is the Roman Road which went to Woodnesborough (after the god 'Woden') and to Sandwich to the right. The village hall to the left, through the open gates was the infants' school with Mrs Pemble and Mrs Capron, not the best of friends. They did a good job of getting us to read with no problems at all. No modern gimmicks, just 'Janet and John'. Because the gates were left ...see more
My uncle, Ernie Crump, grew up in Eardisley. He was orphanned in 1901 aged 5 and sent from London, to be brought up by a lady he referred to as 'Auntie'. Presumably he attended a local school, the 1911 Census records him as a 'page' in a big house in Tintagel, Cornwall. He served in the Royal Field Artillery in WWI, receiving severe injuries resulting in the amputation of his right arm. He returned to Eardisley ...see more
My father, Arthur Percy Crump, orphaned in 1901 aged 3 was sent from London, by the Paddington Board of Guardians, to be fostered by Samuel Groom, a shoemaker and his wife, Margaret. They had a daughter Grace. I have a copy of a Prayer Book given to Arthur by his sister, Edith, with an address of 3 Bolivia Terrace. It is probable that he attended the village school until 14 years old, he told me of being sent to work ...see more
I went as assistant housemother in No.4 in 1944 and stayed there as housemother in No.9 until1947. I would like to hear from a boy who was there at that time. I am now 93 but can still remember going to Somerset with the boys and we brought back a little kitten called, Teddy Compton. I do not know if there are any boys still interested. We had a great party after the war was over, with a bonfire in the playground.
My dad Jimmy was the local 'Baxter the butcher' for many years. I remember going to Samuel LLoyds school and going to see him to get my mince for cookery. We used to live next door to the doctor's surgery in Wensleydale Road and had all the lovely woods to play in when we were young. My grandad, Tommy Hamilton, lived in Rowlett Road so I wasn't very far from them when I went to the Infants, and was still close by when I went to the Junior School ...those were the lovely days of my youth.
Brought up in Upwey, lived in Stottingway. Hated Upwey, couldn't wait to leave asap and never went back..only for short holidays with children. Never changed..still as dreary and cut off...not for me..
My dad was born in the house shown in the photograph; along with ten other brothers and sisters. My grandfather was the bailiff on the river, it has not changed one bit .
Hi, I was born and brought up in Dipton, I lived in Annfield Street with my dad, Tom Bell, and my nanna, Maria Bell. I went to St Patricks RC School and have good memories of my time there with a few of the teachers being nuns. My dad worked at the local mine and worked very hard long hours and was filthy black, when he came home. I remember the tin bath in front of the fire, the outside loo and the coal house. The ...see more
I used to live in Cedar Grove, before moving to Swindon with my parents and brothers and sisters. I used to be friends with l Whitfield who lived up the road from us. I still have relatives in Westbury. Last time I was in Oldfield Park it hadn't changed at all. I used to go to the junior school just round the corner and then to senior school at Matravers.
I am trying to find any class pictures of Scrase Bridge School between 1964 and 1968 featuring my wife then known as, Jill Gigney. There seems to be no archive for the school during that period, and no former pupils association. Thank you, John.
I was born here on 4th April 1954 (04/0454). I have been looking for an image to add to my family history.
I live in the Brad, and I was born there. If you live in the Brad you should know my father or mother, Ivor Jones or Nicola Jones. My name is Alisha Jones and I have heard loads of stories about the old times in the Brad and now I wish I lived in the older time, because it was more peaceful.
My grandad was born in cookham in 1896
Britain declared war on Germany in September 1939, and this country's involvement in the Second World War began. German air-raids and gas attacks were expected imminently, and many children were evacuated out of the cities to the relative safety of the countryside, including my mother, then known as Billie Gwilliam, who recorded this memory for her family of being a wartime ...see more
My Dad was a sergeant in the RAF; along with Mum (Jean), brother Robert, and sister Carol we lived in married quarters in Medmenham. I remember Roddy Banks and Chris Waillin and the big snowball fight between the North Close and the South Close - we lost. I remember walking for days in the top woods (Hog Wood) and sledging down a big hill there. Also remember the tunnel ...see more
Please someone do tell me the name of the energetic little lady who taught us all ballroom dancing in a first floor room in Purley. I am wirting my memoirs and her name is on the tip of my tongue but I cannot quite get it. I well remember a young boy who would regularly come up, stand in front of me, jerk his head to indicate he wanted to dance. I would stand up, our bodies would, to say the least ...see more
I will always remember regular family trips to Abbey Park, fishing in the Soar, hiring the metal pedal boats and many other memories. I always remember that the one day of the week that we used to go to the park was nearly always on a Sunday, this was the one day of the week that most families used go out for recreation and its incredible that there was no access to the boats, swings etc as the local authorities saw ...see more
I remember it all - Fords Grove we used to swim in the river there and Barowell Green. I see its all gone now I often look on Google earth at good old England, I live in USA now.
I was born in Middlesex hospital in 1937. We lived in Carpenter Gardens. I went to Winchmore Sec Mod from 1942 to 1952. My dad was a policeman in Winchmmore Hill, we moved to Great Yarmouth when my dad retired in 1953. I went in the army in 1954, came out in 1958, lived in Gt Yarmouth till 2001, then moved to USA, big mistake but too old to do any more moving now. I remember the Sulivans, the ...see more
I grew up in Stowmarket (Combs Ford end!). I remember Milton Road, etc, before the Relief Road cut the town in half! Saturdays used to see the town centre heaving with people - cars came through the main street then. Us kids used to meet outside the Woolworths shop on a Saturday morning, and get inside Tooks Cafe (now still a cafe) in Ipswich Street. I can remember the Library being alongside the ...see more
My sister and I used to visit my three uncles each Sunday. They all were unmarried and lived in the family house in The Causeway. Not having children of their own, they doted on us girls and spoilt us rotten! We got away with murder! I can remember visiting Needham Lake when it was little more than a muddy puddle - it was man-made. Now it is a lovely, established area. There used to be a ...see more
Many times I've walked as a child with my parents and my younger sister after a hearty Sunday lunch, up Broad Lane and turning left down towards the Mitre pub (a personal favourite of my father!). My sister and I would have a glass of Vimto and a bag of crisps and then go watch the traffic go underneath on the M6 while my parents sat outside and enjoyed their drinks. We would then go and visit the old ...see more
Alan Clapworthy, Harold Strictland, Mike Walsh, Peter Keogh, Peter Brown, David Barnes, all good mates. Markam St, St Ancoats Club, the red wreck. Hung out outside Co op on St Silas St, lass called Jacqeline - the many freezing nights we spent there.
Hi, I lived in Tantobie in John Street, then we moved to Derwent Street. I went to Tanfied Lea School, I remember the snow quite well and walking to Tanfield Lea School and sliding in the school yard. I say people do not know what snow is and how to live with snow. I live in the South of England and I still have relatives in Tanfied Lea.
I was born at Ceri Road, Townhill. My mother was called Beatrice Gray, her maiden name was Cridland. When I was three I caught polio, just a year later my mother died.
I spent a long time in the isolation hospital, Hill House Hospital.
I know there were other children in the same road who also caught the polo virus. I have a sister called Gloria Gray and my father was called Edward Gray. If you have any info on ...see more
I grew up in Combs Ford, off Poplar Hill. Our Primary school is now a community centre. Back then, all our pocket money was spent in the Paper shop!! There was a large recreation ground (it's now been covered in houses) near Combs Church. We used to amuse ourselves climbing trees and riding our bikes (no internet then)! There used to be fields all around (Needham Road, going across to Combs Middle ...see more
I am trying to trace the children or grand children of the late Charlotte Fisher of Main Street, Elgin. My mother was her daughter, Sophia Isabela, who sadly passed away last week.
Any information would be appreciated.
I worked at Holloways a couple of times in the early 1980's. We used to catch the works bus in from Stowmarket (where I lived). We would go miles and miles through Thorpe Morieux, Rattlesden, etc, to pick gals up. I would go to work in the dark and get home in the dark!! It was a long day - I used to catch the bus in Combs Ford at 6.40, and I would get home at 6.40 in the evening!! We wouldn't see daylight all ...see more
We started holidaying in Hemsby in the late 1970s. My parents loved it as we'd always had caravan holidays previously but now we had a chalet!! They always stayed at Belle Aire site. Hemsby was pretty spartan in those days!! There was a golf area on the right of Beach road, just past Belle Aire, which was covered with rabbits in the evening!! The house next along there I believe was empty then but of course ...see more
We used to go to 'Beach Station' caravan park (Walton Avenue) for our annual August one-week holiday. My parents didn't own a car and living in Stowmarket, Felixstowe was very near and convenient! I was on holiday in Felixstowe when the Mannings Chip shop burnt down one hot afternoon!! It would've been about 1977 or thereabouts. Hundreds of us just stood and gawped as it went up like ...see more
I lived there with mum, dad, sister Iris and brother Graham, my sister got married from that house. I have good memories from that house, I remember helping with hay making, feeding a white cow over my garden wall, getting our first TV in Shelf for the Queen's Coronation . My brother went to live at Pepper Hill. I went to Shelf school. My granny and aunts lived opposite a park, we used to pick blue ...see more
My Nan and Grandad owned and ran the Sugarloaf cafe or I believe some people called it the Cognac. My grandad was known as Birt because of his long surname of Birtwistle. I believe the youngsters and bikers used to meet many a time in the cafe which I believe was located at the corner of the parade by the Corona cinema (the bug hutch). Would love to hear from anybody that has any memories of his place.
When I was a teenager, staying with my aunt, she took me for a drive through Pleasley Vale and told me that her grandmother, Jane Sanderson, was born in one of the terraced cottages by the Mill. I recently went exploring to show my daughter the birth place of her great-great grandmother. The place was just as beautiful as I remembered it. I wonder if any of Jane Sanderson's descendents still live in the area. I have a large portrait potograph of her.
My memory of Ramridge park is good as I was only 5 and my late father, Eric Spicer, used to work for the dairy and we lived in Robery Cottage across from the park. It was in the middle of 2 fields in a copse of trees and my fear was of the cows of which kept coming in the garden and my late dad had to keep chasing them away so we could go out to play. I can remember the saddle stones out side and the ...see more
My mother Jean was born in Greenock in 1916. She married an Englishman and I was born in England in 1941 but spent my holidays with my grandparents, aunts and cousins in Greenock.
My grandparents lived in an old tenement in Weir St before moving up the hill after the war to Endrick Rd and newly built houses with gardens. I was really young when they were at the tenement but can still remember 'the close', rubble ...see more
Bostons second cinema to open was the New Quay Picture-House was situated in the High Street, opposite Van Smirrens tower building which still stands today. The New Quay was opened on Thursday 29th January, 1914, at 2.15pm, had a small seating capacity of only 350 on two levels, like the the New Theatre the Quay never opened its doors on Sundays. It was the town`s first cinema to present the ...see more
My Uncle Derrick worked at the CWS. We lived in West Ashton Street where I was born in 1948. I went to Stowell Memorial Infants School then Trafford Road Junior Girls School then Ordsall Secondary Modern School for Girls. I was there on the opening day until I left in the fifth year.
I remember staying with my Aunt Mabel (Read) in school holidays at Holwell, during WW2. Fresh well water, local bacon & eggs for breakfast. Cranborne Chase, watercress, bluebells, rooks in the trees, walks to Cranborne for treats, cycling up Roke Hill to see my other relations at Cripplestyle. Sybil Sims, Jack & Elsie Sims who lived at Kingbarrow View, and Aunt Fan & Uncle Ben at the White ...see more
I attended St Anne's from age six to eleven; we had moved to Croydon so this was my second primary school. My memories are not good, on the first day I was told I had a 'heathen name' and it was all down hill from then. Some friends were made but lost when I moved on, Miss Williams was very frightening, the stuff of nightmares. We wore flat hats, indoor shoes and outdoor shoes, got sashes for ...see more
We moved to Bedfont from Percival Road in Dec 1949. I started at Feltham Hill school in 1946. My brother and sisters are; John, Barbara, Pat ,Pam and Jill. Went to Sat mattenee at the Playhouse.
It may seem strange for a male to offer these memories but boys were accepted in junior forms and I was at Shute School from the summer of 1939 until the Easter term 1941.
I and my sister, known as Ba Gauld, joined after returning from three years in India. During that first term I remember lunch on the lawn sitting on benches and eating at low tables, discovering the foul taste of beetroot which had ...see more
Does anyone remember the Park Inn in Ducie Grove? My grandad, Tommy Jennings, was the landlord for many years and his daugher Margaret and son in law Wilf, were my parents. My dad was also a taxi driver in Manchester for many years.
The house on the left is where we moved to from up on the hill in the background. The window closest, my old bedroom. From some point in the eighties, I started to play the drums. They didn't stop for about ten years and were added to by guitars, bass and keys. I would just like to say sorry to all residents at the time. Having a rock/metal inspired drumming fanatic living in the community, can't of been easy.
The Ironmonger, Mr Wilkinson, just down the street. My dad visited there almost every Saturday. It was his favourite place, and he would always come home with something! Anyone have pictures of the High Street in the fifties? Another store I remember well was Banks.
My mother, Mary Nicholson, was the daughter of Otho Francis Macmahon Nicholson, the son of Henry Donaldson Nicholson. My mother met my father, a first generation South African, during World War 2 when he served in the Merchant Navy. Otho was a master mariner who met his wife in Cape Town. My mother married and settled in Cape Town, South Africa. We have a treasured family album with photos of Walreddon Manor ...see more
My dad was born in Croydon in 1936, he lived in Milton Road. His name was Ray Simmons and he had two brothers, Reg and Ken. He married my mum Rita in 1961 and I was born in Mayday Hospital in 1962. I can remember spending my holidays visiting my nan and uncles, going to the Whitgift Centre and feeling grown up having a glass of lemonade in the Windmill pub at the top of Milton Road and getting a big K lolly from the corner ...see more
I vaguely remember being taken into the Post Office. I was aware that my father held me and I was corrected as I wanted to take the pen out of his top pocket whilst waiting for my mother. I remember it as being very large and spacious.
I visited Ber Street on a regular basis in the early 1960s as my great uncle lived there. This was pre-school days for me. My mum was born in Twiddy's court which is now Warminger's Court. I remember walking up alongside Surrey Street school and through an alley, to get onto Ber Street and across the road to get to my great uncle's home and business premises. There were 2 cottages there which were ...see more
It was a cold and wet evening when I had arrived in Peterborough, and having little money on me certainly not enough to pay for some hotel. I had been thumbing lifts from various towns, but as it was teeming it down with rain, I did not fancy getting soaking wet and so I sought to stay within some Church where I'd simply sit in one of the pews. But that was not to be, the doors were locked. Just around the side of the ...see more
In 1940 my London school, Borough Polytechnic, was relocated to Exeter which is where I was evacuated to. The school was a renovated building down by the river and not far from the slaughter house (which fascinated the boys). Of course, I well remember the night in 1942 when the city almost burned to the ground and along with it the old school. I had no option to return to London, so I finished my schooling in Budleigh Salterton, but that's another story.
I too, lived in Cobham Terrace for many years, from 1955 at number 26 Lower Flat, and the number 18 top flat above was Miss Loveland and Flossie! How nice to hear about old neighbours; The Days, The Butlers (I always called Mrs Butler, ButtButt). I have this pictue and have often wondered if the motorcycle and sidecar riders were my neighours The Jiggins'. My maiden name was Jarvis
We were the Clarks who lived at 'Cotswold' Nine Mile Ride, out of Wokingham. I would sit on our front gate with pencil and paper taking number plates of cars going past to California. My mother rode her bicycle to work in Wokingham, sometimes in icy tracks left by the bus which I caught to school. My friends were the Higgins children and the Mephans. I went to Westcott Rd school. I remember one teacher, Mrs ...see more
Lived at 17 Southern Drive, went to St Oswalds. One of my memories was helping Harry the firewood lad; he used to sell firewood from his handcart. Marco real ice-cream. Harry Wilkinson in the chip shop - if you put your hands on the counter, he would put a hot pudding tin on them. Bonfire Night in the circle of the drive. A lady called, Fat Ronnie, running off with the money for our Coronation ...see more
Old Bursledon was a wonderful and relatively safe place to grow up in. My sister and I, used to spend hours wandering along the many footpaths that criss cross the area and playing with friends in the village. Our parents never knew where we were and didn't worry - as were the times in the nineteen sixties and early seventies.
Helen (Lewis) Carter.
We have always known that my great aunt was allegedly sent to Derby Pastures at a fairly young age. The story we heard was; that she had been kicked by a horse in Chesterfield as a young child, although we don't know if this is true or at what age she 'disappeared' Her name was Muriel Annie Clarke and was born in 1922. She died in the Pastures on 29th January 1981 - a discovery we just made today. ...see more
My father and grandfather, Henry Reeve and Frank Jobson, owned the newsagent facing the main Valentine's Park Gates. I was born 1968, in the bedroom above, and arrived with the newspapers. I spent such a great childhood residing in lford and sadly had to leave 1979 when the lease could not be renewed, as the buildings were being demolished. But very happy memories I still hold close to my heart.
I 'lived' in Clarence Park for years when I was a kid. It became my magic Kingdom! I knew every bush and tree and secret trail through the bushes. I would lurk in the bushes and spy on people walking past. I had a favourite tree - a huge beech next to the bowling green. I would climb high in it and sit quietly watching them bowl, hidden by dense leaves. I'd whistle and call to them and put them off bowling, ...see more
While browsing the internet I came across your site and would like to give you some family information which may be of interest. About 10 years ago, I discovered that my mother was born in the School House in 1894. Her parents and my grand-parents, George and Catherine Luxton, were teachers at the school at the time. I have one photo of Catherine taken when she received her teaching certificate, and another with ...see more
After WW2 my father started a rabbit farm - for food and fur - at 'Four Gables' Crays Hill. I remember it was down a lane to the right from the main road, if you were going to Billericay. I went to the school for a couple of years. Dad took me there on the back of his bike, we had to cross the main road, I think. Four Gables was a tudor house and my parents later said it had been a vicarage, ...see more
I lived in Rochester Dwellings from being born up until 11 years old, lived in B Block.
I was born in Marshall St, Old Monklands. I remember playing in the Glen and having to cross a very busy road to get there.West End park was one of my favorite haunts. Iwent to St Josephs Primary school (I think it was called that, because they changed the name). In those times they used the belt as punishment, and I remember running home to my mum after being hit very badly with the belt. My mum raced ...see more
I was born on Sutton Flats (now demolished) Pendleton in 1941. My first vague memory was sitting under a table with a blanket draped over it and a lit candle (must have been an air-raid on at the time). My first real memory was a party in the square, which I learnt later was to celebrate VE Day. My first school was St Thomas (also demolished), but the Church is still there. Then my mother moved me to Halton ...see more
I stand to be corrected; have been asking around about our dookin holes or places in the river Garnock where we used to swim. Starting at the Conga; the wee lynn, the gless cutter, the Zambezzy, the Comb, the Broom, the Jonah, the Garret lynn and the Sheperds. Finally, the spoot or the spout of the river Garnock itself. It was great to stand under this waterfall and feel the might of the Garnock thrashing doon on your bare back, then swimming in the pond.
Growing up in Ebbw Vale there was the best four Picture Houses and three dances a week,
great youth club r t b and had great time in school. Yea, it was special, used to love to have a pint in Tamplins in James Street or going to the Central Cafe. Had some great friends in Snowy Rolands and John Barnes and Mad Merv, yea they was special years and will live in my memory forever.
This is reputed to be the cottage of George Loveless, leader of the Tolpuddle Martyrs.
I was born in a cottage opposite the Wheatsheaf pub when our village was greatly different from what it has become. I grew up in the proverbial English village. Happy days. I remember Baroness Kinloss, relative to the Duke of Buckingham , dressed all in black, knocking on our door to wait until there were no customers in Mrs. Roberts Post Office. I would be dispatched to the Post Office and run back to our house ...see more
Late 1949 early 1950 I stayed with my mother, Mrs Dorothy Violet Lee (nee Gobbitt) at The Convent, Bocking. Born 1943 I would have been aged 6-7yrs. My time there was to await the move into our new home at 140 Church Street, Bocking End. On reflection, am at a loss as to why we stayed at the Convent. We were Church of England, and can only assume appropriate accommodation was not available at the time we moved ...see more
I lived at 42 Stratford Rd, upstairs in rented rooms. Below lived Mr Woodsell and his daughter Maureen. Opposite was Robert Hopkins, his dad was a carpenter, his mother taught piano. Along the road was the Mulkerns, Irish family and further down were the Ballads. We used to take peelings to Ballads for the chickens. When Mr Ballad died, his coffin was put in the front room. I went to the nursery in the ...see more
I am born and bred in Tidworth, I am on a search for any one who has any photos of Arena Road camp as my sister Rita was born there. I love Tidworth and and I hope to get in touch with any one who knows me, my name is Ray Durbridge so lets get going.
After we were bombed out in London my parents bought a house in Romford, Essex. My father was working for the Ford Motor Company that had converted its assembly lines to manufacture Bren gun carriers and other war time vehicles. In his absence my mother and I typically slept in a bomb shelter in our garden, but on this significant night we slept under the stairs. I had seen V1 bombs flying overhead and was ...see more
My dad was stationed in Tidworth some place at the time I was born. I have never been back (so to speak), I am not sure if we lived there for a short time or what. My family moved here to Canada in 1972. My family last name is Stanley and my dad's name is Keith.
I don't know where this is in Paisley, anyone help?
I moved to Westward Ho! in 1952 with my parents and two sisters. My parents owned a guest house call Beacon Lights in Nelson Road, sadly it has now been demolished to make way for flats. I remember the floods at Lynmouth in 1953 as a lot of dead animals were washed up on the beach at Westward Ho! I loved the time I spent there, and used to get up early in the summer to walk the beach bringing home 'treasures' ...see more