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I'm reasonably sure this is the little alleyway that links Market Street to what is now known as St Nicholas Court.
Did anyone live around here in the 1950s & 60s?
My memories are of being sent to search out the sandstone on the Hollas so that my mum could do the steps. Going to the coal yard off Low Hill with a pushchair to get a hundred weight! John's Chippy on Low Hill. They sold the best chips! Spending hours trying to fish money out of the grids! Swinging on the lampost at the bottom of ...see more
I lived in Stoke Park Road near the woods about 1965-1974. Best years of my life I believe. I used to go into the woods to play with other kids from the area. Oh for having those days of my youth all over again....
My mother Ethel Mary Austin was born at "The Limes", which is next door to the church on 20 August 1919. Her parents were Charles & Lillian Austin. They moved to Australia. My mother died in 1979. I have been back to The Limes a couple of times. Ray Mason owned the property when I visited. He gave me some old photos that he found in the ceiling when he was doing renovations. I have some old ...see more
My dad was in the Canadian Air Force (RCAF) stationed in Langar (born in England though) but my family lived at 16 Douglas Close just outside Radcliffe. I remember walking daily to the junior school and buying barley sugar on the way for 3p for a foot long stick that was in one of 300 candy bottles in the store. I passed the pillory like had cuffs beside the horse ...see more
I lived at my grandmother's house in Wolverhampton Street in Bilston. My gran's name was Mary Ann Tucker and she had a son called Ralph, my uncle who was only 2 or 3 years older than me (don't ask me). He had a neighbour called Jones and I believe their daughter was called Beryl, she was a few years older than me and as I am 75 now I guess Beryl (if she is still alive) would be about 80 to 83 now. Ralph's best ...see more
My grandfather and grandmother, Oliver and Florence (Walton) Benson, along with their 9 children (Iris, Oliver, Minnie, Sarah, Philip- then 11yrs of age, Constance, Thomas, Gilbert and Florence - all who have since passed away), headed off to Canada in 1925 to live in the province of Saskatchewan. They left Holmes Chapel but my father, Philip, would recount to us his memories of ...see more
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I spent the first eleven years of my life in Tottenham. We lived above the PDSA dispensary in Seven Sisters Road. My father worked for the PDSA as a vet, and I remember very clearly the queues of people waiting to have their pets treated free of charge. My mother used to take my brother, sister and me to Finsbury Park often, and to the Rec. Many photos were taken of us on the Green. My great-grandmother ...see more
On the right side of the road up from Passfield Avenue past the turnoff to Stoneham and the one hand clock where the smithy used to be on the corner then on to the Cricketers Arms on the right halfway up the hill. I have long since lost the photo but the memory of the road's centre line marking is clearly imprinted on my mind, straight as a die up the middle of the road all the way up to the Cricketers' ...see more
I was a pupil here from 1954 until passing the 11+ in 1959 & going to Calday. My teachers were: Mrs Sullivan - year 1 Mrs Bentham - year 2 Mrs Nettle - year 3 Mr Jarvis - year 4 Miss Earl - year 5 I remember Miss Earl used to come in every day from North Wales by public transport - not many cars about then. The headmaster was "pop" Edwards who had been there for donkey's years - he was there when my dad was a ...see more
My father was a miner in the Forest of Dean, and spent a number of times in the Tal-y-Garn miners rest home after having a number of accidents, for rehabilitation. It was during the 1940s and early 1950s that he spent there, I would love some pictures from that period of the home.
I noticed that 'MACHAN' has been refurbished and on the market for 4 mil. I used to go to a school there called St Gorran School. The school actually started in Gorran Haven but moved to Gillan later. I got to be the oldest boy and lived in the 'Lodge'for a while, also in the flat over the ten car garage. For me it was a bittersweet experience. I remember long rides in the back of a Landrover (tin seats) and various ...see more
I have similar memories to you Lyn, in fact I was in your sister's class at Anerley School (born in Stone Park hospital) so I remember you too as an older girl! I remember the penny in the slot train going round along Church Road and later it burned down, that was a shock, it smelt of burnt bacon. Now I come to think of it that sounds ominous. Hope noone was hurt. I recall the really loud motor ...see more
I was born in 1947, and lived at number 14, Blyth Street, Percy Main village, my maiden name was Bell. My mam was called Ethel, dad was Bob, and my sister was Iris. When I was a child my granda Joe Bell, his daughter Phemie and her husband Charles and their son Brian Poulter lived in Backworth Street. My aunt Beth, her husband Bob and son Foster Bell lived in St Johns Street. I miss the village greatly, but ...see more
My Father and Grandfather both had shops in London Road, Waterlooville. My Grandfather had an ironmongers in the late 30s early 40s (unfortunately I don't know the dates) but it was located near Pinks. From the early 50s to the late 70s my Father had a tobacconist shop, known as DHL Barber. This was also situated in London Road next to the Co-op Butchers. His shop not only sold tobacco and snuff but toys and ...see more
My dad William Norster and my uncle Ron, sons of Madge Norster, came from Blaina. I and 2 of my siblings were born in Blaina. We moved when I was about 5 but I remember all my vists back there to visit my nanna. I would love to find some pics of Blaina.
I arrived at Merriott with my school shortly after Dunquirke inthe Second World War. I was billeted with the Arnolds. Mr Arnold was a preacher at the local Gospel Hall. I shared the bedroom with their son Eric who was then 15 years. He didn't seem to mind sharing with a 9 year old. After some months I moved to their friends the Richards, whose son Patrick was just one year older than me. We got along very well ...see more
I remember going to the Rialto cinema, we called it 'the fleapit', it was a bit rough. The manager used to wear a smart black suit, he would be in the kiosk taking the money, I think he ran the place as a one-man-band, as he seemed to do everything, even selling the ice-cream in the interval! I remember going there to see "The Hound of the Baskervilles" and it scared me to death! I remember my mom ...see more
My grandparents lived at 1 Northcott Villa Forest Road. Opposite them was Hector Coombs the shoe mender. My grandparents didn't have electricity, and my grandfather's radio ran on an accumulator. We used to take this to be charged, and collect the charged one. Also somewhere down Forest Road was a bakers, we either walked to collect the bread or it was delivered in a green van by a girl I think she was called ...see more
My family came from Stoke, on the Hoo Peninsula, and I am keen to hear from other people about their heritage as well. I have a blog and am looking to compile stories and photographs! http://hoo-peninsula.blogspot.com/ Best wishes, Tony Watson.
I remember playing in the park as a child. There were two sides to the park, Easthill House stood in the posh part of park. I remember beautiful trees and a palm tree which I thought was exotic. We used to sit on a tree stump and wonder who lived in the house and we were told by the park and house-keeper it was haunted by a man in a blue cap.
Every year we would stay at my uncle's caravan in Bognor Regis. The highlight of my holiday was the visit to Hotham Park and the magical Rainbow's End. Even now 36 years later I can remember every detail, Mickey Mouse on the green chair with the empty chair next to him where every year I had my photo taken, Humpty Dumpty, The Three Bears' House, the winding paths, the pond, never knowing what was ...see more
Brought up in Blaenllechau, immediately after the WWII, life was not as complicated as it is today. Our playground included all the mountain behind us, Llanwonno, the woods and even the park. I delivered papers around the village, and the majority of houses did not have locks on, it was open the door, drop the paper in and close it. My paternal grandfather was "Evan John Evans", fireman ...see more
When I arrived at Latimer I went to find the guard room, only to find they did not have one, only a picket room. I was then asked if I was married, and told that if not I would be by the time I left the camp, they were right. I think the chap in the picket room was called Chicko. I had a great time at the MT section, the WRAC girls were nice. I was asked by an officer at nearby RAF Holton why I was driving an army ...see more
I remember moving to Burnt Oak in April 1974, I was born in Lambeth, South London, then my parents moved back to St Lucia when I was about three years old. hen we returned to England my parents had already found a home in Littlefield Road. I remember the journey into Burnt Oak in the Black Taxi. Burnt Oak was so clean and quiet. We grew up in 15 Littlefield Road, and my sister and I went to Goldbeaters ...see more
My father was one of the "flower sellers". Together with our neighbour - Mr. George Lee - the pair of them would bunch flowers from their respective gardens and take them up to The Black Swan on a Sunday evening to sell to trippers homeward bound from a day by the seaside. The flowers were kept fresh in stone jars. I can remember a van being there on the green from which I used to get a packet of Smiths crisps containing that little screwed blue bag of salt.
I was only at Arley for 2 years but they were very happy years despite all the deprivations etc. It was the only tme in my life I suffered from chilblains! I overlapped with Marylin and I have a photo (somewhere) of her and several others standing in front of the 'Semior Rec' windows with hockey sticks. I think it must have been after an inter-house match. I also remember Beth Pope, Sheila Fillery ...see more
My grandparents were teachers at the school from 1895-1909. John Frederick Wiilkinson and his wife Lydie Wilkinson, who was French. He taught Maths and she taught French and German. I am told all records of the school were destroyed. I am trying to find any photos of them with pupils and staff of the school, any Registry books at that time. John had lost an arm in his youth and Lydie also played piano ...see more
Sellingcourt school in the 80's! Good times!
My name is Len Royle, I lived at 27 Ryder Street from 1950-59. I went to St James primary school from 1953-1959. In Ryder Street were other members of my family, at the bottom were the Shortmans, Uncle George & Auntie Ethel, cousins Pauline & young George. Further up the street was my uncle Tom and Auntie Alma & family, then a couple of doors away my grandparents. My parents were Len and Margaret ...see more
I've put 1980s down, but my memories of Rushden go back to the 1970s, my grandad ran the Works Dept in Newton Road for years and lived in the tied house attached to the Fire Station. I spent the whole of my summer holidays there in the 1980s, visiting the Feathers, King Eddy and various other pubs with them, and I learned to swim in the outdoor pool (we don't have them in Scotland for obvious reasons!). I also ...see more
My nanny and gampi lived on Banks Road in the 1960s. Nanny (Tilly Wilson) used to shell the shrimps in her kitchen. We would pay them a visit on our way down to Heswall shore and the shrimps would be piled high in the middle of the cold stone floor. My sister and I would sit and help but I don't think I've ever seen anyone move as fast as Nanny. Down on the shore, if the tide was out, we would take our sandals off ...see more
Two balls. Tennis balls in stockings. Playing on Bill Blackman's coal lorry and getting filthy. Runouts. Playing in the flats on the corner of Holyport Roard with my mates. The corner shop made the best ice lollies ever. Walking by the river behind the house. Staying out late on summer evenings. The Isley Brothers' 'Summer Breeze' stays in my mind always. My mum did the best egg and chips ever, my mates said she was ...see more
I was born in Edgware in 1939 at 66 Warwick Avenue. I remember the war years 1939 to 1945... Anderson shelter, Morrison Shelter. I remember the first time I saw ny father, when he came home from the war in 1945. And the victory party that was held in the street. There are so many memories I have of Edgware... Going to Holland House School, My Mom taking my brother and me shopping to the ...see more
'Woolworths' facia remained above their High Street premises throughout the Second World War with a 'Closed for the Duration' notice affixed to the boarded up windows. My mother regularly took me to the Kingston-on-Thames branch though so I, like most of the inhabitants of Weybridge, eagerly anticipated the 'Grand Opening' which I believe occurred sometime in 1946. A huge crowd gathered for the ...see more
My grandparents lived at "The Elms" a house built by my great grandfather who also build Fynnongroew Church - My grand mother Emily can be seen as a small girl in a Postcard of Fynnongroew out side "The Laurels" where she was brought up, probably taken about 1910-12.My grandfather Richard was Harbour master at Point of Ayr colliery during the war ( I think it was that time), my mother still has his ...see more
My grandfather James Head and his wife Mary were the first owners of Arreton and my father told me he used to play in the meadows at the rear of the house. He told me there was a river there where he caught roach, perch and pike. From early family photos it appeared that Arreton stood alone but when we visited the area a few years ago there were houses on both sides and opposite. It appears from family ...see more
I was born in Crystal Place Road Dulwich in July 1930. I did not know the full address until a few months ago. My family moved to Grove Park when I was six months old and my mother died in March 1932. My father died when I was thirteen. I never saw my birth certificate until I was much older and then it just gave my sex and date of birth - which made me seventeen days older than I thought I was. For many years I celebrated ...see more
Some time in the late 1950's, my best school friend's family moved to Ramsbury and ran the Post office. I used to catch the coach from London every year to stay with them during the summer holidays, and we had fun playing in the stream that ran across the bottom of their garden. Sadly, I have lost touch with my friend, Pat Hill. She had a brother, Colin. I now live in Australia and wonder if anyone knows what ...see more
When Seaham Hall was used as a T B hospital this extension was built at the side, we used to walk through the hall grounds on our way to the beach from New Seaham and the French Windows were always open and the beds wheeled outside even in the winter, we always felt quite sorry for the patients. Later on my aunty who was a nurse at the hospital contracted TB and ended up as a patient, she was in hospital for about two ...see more
I have an album that belonged to a member of my family in years gone by. In this album, my ancestor's friends have made drawings, sketches, ditties and paintings. There is a beautiful painting entitled "Chagford", which appears to be Holy Street Mill, painted by Edwin Jackson, 1911. If anybody would like a copy of this painting, then please contact me with your email address.
It was always a sense of adventure searching for new place to visit on our holidays - and certainly we found an idyllic spot just a mile or so outside the town of Cemaes Bay.
Mother had been staying with my younger sister who was in the final weeks of her pregnancy - so to give Mother a rest before baby arrived we took her with us, I contacted the owner of a house overlooking the bay - or rather - her ...see more
I grew up in Surrey Gardens, first at "Ceuta", then at White Croft. My father, Mr Crump, purchased the plot of land beside the footpath and the house was built 1947/8. During my childhood, Surrey Gardens was a rough road with many potholes, and our fathers became expert at mending our bicycles. The woods behind the houses on one side were our playground as was the Common beyond the ...see more
My Beginning, at Sole Street near Cobham Kent. (9th March 1946 - 2nd January 1951)
I was born on Saturday March 9th 1946 at 3.29pm at Temperley, The Street, Sole Street, Kent. I was delivered at home by the local midwife and our doctor and family friend, Maxwell Landau with my Nanna, mother's mother, in attendance.
There were many telegrams of congratulation including those from my ...see more
I lived at West Fleetham for some 6 years, my father had a small business there making fancy goods etc.I went to school in Seahouses by bus when the weather was OK. I spent may happy hours fishing in the Long Nanny burn, it was a great place to relax and forget things.
I would like to hear from any of my school friends if they are still about.
i live in Thailand now.
When I was a kid, aged between 5 and 11 (1950-1956), my paternal grandparents lived at 2 Werrington Bridge which was given a new postal address of 1551 Lincoln Road. I'd spend a couple of weeks here in the summer holidays, and I'd cycle all round Glinton, Peakirk, Werrington, Foxcovert Lane, Davids Lane and Hurn Road (to Marholm). Yesterday I made the trip back to have a look, the Railway Cottages proved ...see more
I remember when I was in my last year at Thorpe Hesley Junior School when I stood up in church and did a Christmas reading. I was absolutely terrified but can still remember most of it. It began "And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night, and lo...." etc. I was Kathleen Harrison in those days, I wonder if anyone remembers?
My sister Pauline and I used to come here with our mother, and sometimes father, on hot summer days, around 1948 to 1952 (age 6 to 10). We commuted three stops from Reading South in electric trains. I basically learned the transition from swimming a width under water to the same on the surface. Great bonding with my father since my mother was not a swimmer. We used to picnic though I believe there was ...see more
Late 1940s vague recollection. Does the name Bon Dolphi ring a bell with anyone out there, as possibly a tea/cake shop, possibly down on sea-front ? I believe it was in Eastbourne but I was only a nipper at the time so could easily be mistaken.
I well remember what seemed like an age, the summer holidays of the early 1950s. My brother and I would spend all day on the beach or after the harvest playing stage coaches with the bales of hay in the field in Stocks Lane. In 1953 Queen Elizabeth II had her coronation and all the village turned out to celebrate. My father was the man from the Pru at that time, but his part time job was a special constable and ...see more
I was born at 2a Brooklyn Street, better known as Peggy Alley, Cleckheaton. I grew up in was a wonderful place of industry, hence it's motto on the arms: Industry Enriches.
I was at Port Regis on two occasions - my sister was there longer than I. I was aware of cruelty but that depends on where you are standing. On many occasions I thought I was in Paradise! Possibly the girl you are thinking of was Kathy (who had very bad eczema), but Sister Mary Nerie was my nightmare. Remember the scarlet fever outbreak as have posted on another site, but none seem to link up. My sister is called Sheila if this rings anybody's bells.
My sister and I were both at Port Regis for Delicate Girls between 1957 -9 approx. Various memories (good & bad). Very hard to find a site that is just for this convent. Seems to split between a Broadstairs site. Various names crop up but none that I recognise.
We had for many years spent our holidays in the Lake District, and one day in the office, my secretary said "I know you love the lakes, but have you never thought of venturing across the border to Scotland?". I had to admit we hadn't, but there and then decided to perhaps plan the next year's holiday in Scotland - and that was when we discovered Killin, in Perthshire.
We rented a cottage in the ...see more
My mother gave life to me in Paignton hospital (now a hospice I believe) in July of this year (1947) and I spent much of my early years in and around this lovely little town. Not so lovely or little now but still grand to me. My memories of Paignton are too many and various to account for them all but one or two will do for now.
We lived at various times in Conway Road, in Headland Park Road, ...see more
I was born next to the United Dairies and the tube station. At night I could hear the horses in the stables and the trains arriving and leaving at the train station. There were also steam trains that worked the siding from time to time. I used to keep lists of the buses that went by: 617, 517,143, 609..... I went to Holy Trinty for a few years. I left East Finchley in 1954 when my family immigrated ...see more
My grandfather was a Highland gentleman who lived in Greenock for a short time, orginally coming from Luing, a small slate island. He came to this town during the war but going back periodically to the island. He brought my grandmother, their daughter and son who was my father Angus. My grandfather was a quiet studious man who worked here in Scott Lithgow's shipyard and took care of his family. Then we ...see more
It was December and Christmas was fast approaching my sisters and I were very excited as most children were, and wondered if Father Christmas had received our letters letting him know what presents we would like. I remember mine - a baby doll, book, selection box and a game, snakes and ladders. Father Christmas brought me everything on my list, my favorite being the baby doll. I remember wakening at 5.30am and ...see more
My family and I lived in 27 Bruce Street, Greenock, up in the attic flat room and kitchen, there was Mum and Dad and my sisters. My dad worked as a train driver and used to drive his train along the nold track on Wellington Street, sometimes stopping at the old bothy to make his tea. Sometimes he would ask me to ride with him in the engine, it was fantastic, what lovely times. When you used to see the tracks cross ...see more
I remember being a pupil at the little Buckfast school, now St Mary's primary. I presume it was the same then but can't remember. It was in the early to mid 1950s and I have a photo of what I think is a school play there. I think that I am in the photo but cannot be sure. Anyone remember milk tablets?
We lived in Buckfastleigh at the time, my mother, my sister and me. It was a very ...see more
The little child in the photograph is me, taken outside my grandfather's house in Cullipool, Luing on the Isle of Luing. My grandfather was Duncan McEachnie, my grandmother was known on the island as Bonnie Mary. I would dearly like to retire to the island some day and enjoy the peace and traquility for the remainder of my life. Unfortunately we (the McEachnies) no longer own any property on the island due ...see more
After my father died in 1984, knowing my dear mother's love of Scotland, we decided to take her to visit the beautiful Isle of Mull. At that time one was able to rent Cameron Farmhouse that was situated on the shores of Loch Buie, a wonderful location, close to the castle of Moy. Our party consisted of my husband and I, our daughter and her boyfriend, and of course Mother.
The farmhouse was ideal, four ...see more
Does anyone remeber playing under the arches at Stairfoot? It was great, we could play out in the rain because it didn't rain under the arches. I was born under them, the steam trains went over my house, what memories. Can anyone else remember those days?
I also queued in the shop for bread with my gran. Can anyone remember going in the public hall for dinner and Raynors cafe? Ooh, those pies...
I have been tracing the Dodsworth family tree and a lot of my research has brought me to the village of Thornton Watlass. The Dodsworths did and still own the hall so I'm hoping there may be some history to be found. If any body has any informtion or photos please, please get in touch at staceychristina@hotmail.com. Thank you.
My parents used to take me there after school sometimes on their half day off from Menheniot C0-Op in the 1950s and early 1960s when I was a child. It was a steep climb down to the beach from the road but worth the effort. Once a wave came in and washed our things into the sea and people scrambled to retrieve them, after that my parents always sat on the grassy bank! One Wednesday we arrived to find an ...see more
My mum was born in St Day, her mother was Annie Bassett and she married Antonio Gizzey. I was told he used to work in the mines and he made ice-cream. They had 4 children, Jane, Helena, Gwen and Harry. My mum was Helena (Lena), born in 1916. We used to go there nearly every summer for our holidays and I loved it. My cousin Margaret Tucker still lives there. My mum used to live opposite The Vogue Sleuth, but I ...see more
I remember when I lived in Pembroke Avenue, as a youngest but before that we lived in Crambrooke Road, Einton, then in 1967 on St Patrick's Day we left to emigrate to Australia, I have not returned there since then but still have family living there and keep in contact with them, they tell us all about changes, what is still there plus what's been demolished. It seems so odd that I can still remember certain things and places there but have never gone back.
left school at the age 15
went to school there from 1978 to 1986
Early ancestry of John Baker and Cathrine Ockley Baker from Worplesdon was in Pirbright. John Baker's father, another John Baker, was married and lived in Pirbright in the 1570-1590 period.
As a young student nurse at St Mary's Hospital, Paddington W2 - I recall fond memories of Joyce Grove where I undertook my initial six week training period, prior to joining the staff at St Mary's Hospital.
What a magnificent house it was, huge to a young girl from a three bedroom house in Hertfordshire. Large rooms, open fireplaces where one could imagine the open log fires ...see more
I was married at St Martin's Church on September 6th 1958, to Alan Haddrill. My maiden name was Crump and I lived in Surrey Gardens, Effingham Junction. The vicar was away so a replacement came from, I think, Clandon. He was late, and I arrived before he did! My father and I went in through a door at the front, under the tower, and my new husband and I emerged through the porch.
There had been a huge thunderstorm ...see more
I lived opposite the bus garage for many years (from 1949), my mum worked in the newsagents in the parade of shops (next to the garage) then at Lewis sweet shop at the clock-tower.
My dad was a coach driver for Margo's, Bexleyheath, for as long as I can remember.
I had a Saturday job at Barret's the shoe shop in the Broadway, we would go to the Silver Lounge for lunch and walk back eating our ice ...see more
I am fairly sure that this is where my grandmother - Julia Millie Crocker, grandfather William Crocker - and father Horace George Crocker b 1915 lived from about 1916 to at least 1920. Recently bought my ggrandmothers ( Julia Davis) death certificate - and she died at Cedar Grange, Caterham Valley in 1916. would be interested in any older photos of the house.
There has been a ferry at Woolwich for many centuries but the people of Woolwich complained in the 1880s that West London had free access across the River Thames by bridges so why couldn't they have free travel? The river was too busy to put a bridge over and there was not room to put in a tunnel so the newly formed London County Council decided to provide a free ferry service with boats large enough to accomodate ...see more
I was a 'student' at the institution from about 1948 to 1953. I remember some of the staff. Head master was Mr Higdon, Teacher of wood work and house master was Mr McFadon. there was Gov Reily, Mr & MrsCreasy, I think a Mr Banister. I also have an aerial photo of the institution which does show houses around the perimeter of an oval. I left there in 1953 to take up an apprenticeship with ...see more
During the war I used to go to Holy Trinity Church before it was bombed. The choirmaster was a Mr Choat, (not sure of the spelling), and he used to come and ask me to sing for the local gatherings in the hut where all the meetings took place and I used to go there for Church Parades when the Brownies and Guides went to the Church with the boys. Anybody remember Betty Crayford? would love to hear from you.
