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Hello, I am the son of an Italian prisoner who spent a long period in Potterspury (according to my father's memory). I am in search of information on that period. My father worked there as a labourer on a farm, I don't know the name of that family, but I would like to thank those people and in particular the owner of that farm. I am looking for someone who met my father: my ...see more
I was born and brought up in Widnes but we used to go for holidays in Bagillt where we stayed with an old friend of my parents, Father Holcroft. He was the local Catholic priest and we stayed in his house which had a farm adjoining with chickens and a goat which sometimes strayed into the house. The Catholic chapel was very simple as I recall, basically a big hut with a corrugated iron roof and I served mass there ...see more
I was born in Hindringham to Eva and John (Jack) Smith and attended the village school (the one at the foot of Church Hill). The principal was Miss Flood and the infant teacher Miss McDonald. My mother ran the village shop (this is now a B & B and prior to this the Post Office - run and owned by my eldest sister Florence). Dad had a smallholding near Field House. The shop was often a meeting place ...see more
This memory goes from 1953 up to the 1960s because our holidays in them days were always at Rossington, staying with Nanna. Me my older brother Alex and my twin brother John loved it. Nanna and Grandad were Jack and Burtha Bird who lived at 57 Haig Crescent. Grandad was a miner like a lot of people in Rossington. One of my memories was watching for Grandad coming home after night shift. My twin brother and I ...see more
I can remember going to the Premier, you would buy your ticket at the kiosk then a young lady would tear your ticket in half and all the halves she collected were put in a bag. After the first film she would take the bag on stage, then someone would pick a ticket out of the bag, and the person with the other ticket half would win a prize.
Laurie used to play at the Grand every Saturday night. In the afternoon he would play the piano at Booby's, an upmarket sort of Debenhams in Cliftonville. My mother and I would go and have tea in the restaurant, which served a three tier tray of cakes, my favourites were Kunzle cakes. They were a case, either round square or oblong, filled with sponge and a creamy topping and a sugared fruit top - very ...see more
I am trying to put together something special for a dear but frail old friend of mine and have been tracing the name of old employees at his workplace Evan Cooks around 1952 - in particular at their garage which was 72 Queens Road, Peckham SE London. One name eludes me, I understand he may have been the manager and was named 'Jack'. I'm told he lived in Morden but cannot find his surname. If any of ...see more
I have fond memories of visiting Barry as a young child, my mum's parents owned a sweet factory and shop in Main Street, and my mum, Rita Pennington, and also my dad, Colin Booker both lived there till after the war. My dad died this week, here in Bourmenouth, we will return to Barry to scatter some ashes at some stage soon.
St Mildred's Hotel, commonly known as Millies, was a hive of activity in the 1950s/60s when I was a teenager. Joe used to play there for crowds of dance-mad youngsters, sometimes he used his own material which was a bit saucy. We would travel over by train on a Saturday and spend all evening there meeting our friends and then go off to Cliftonville for a curry before going home. Life was fun! Susan Robinson
My memory year was at Willoughby Charity Church of England School, where I remember all the friends I used to live with and went to the same school with. It was good fun,growing up days! Long hot summers, having to find things to do - one week it was making bows and arrows, then conkers, then catching newts in the pond in the field, going A.W.O.L across the fields and not coming back for hours, then in later years ...see more
My mum, Irene White, worked in Jarmans on Station Road - just where it joins Crouch Oak Lane. It was probably in the very early 1940s before she joined the WAAFs. She told the story that her boss said you can eat as many sweets as you like, assuming that most people would get fed up with them pretty quickly - not mum, she kept her sweet tooth all her life.
The Thames-side Miniature Railway opened in about 1946 and closed in 1954. The station, which had a single platform, stood at the Caversham end of the line. To the east of the station was the engine shed and, beyond that, a turntable. At the western end of the railway was another turntable and a passing loop that enabled the locomotive, once turned, to return to the front of the train. The railway was ...see more
Does anybody remember a girl called Iggy nicknamed 'the Eskimo' who lived with her parents in Thornton Heath in the Fifties/ early Sixties? She was born in 1944 or 45 and was, in the mid Sixties, a photo model, actress, dancer and genuine party animal. She is most famous for her short relationship with Pink Floyd founder Syd Barrett but left the underground Swingin’ London scene in 1970. ...see more
When I was in my early teens, my mates and I used to go to Figgs Marsh and wait for the lads. We used to sit in an open brick-built toilet area which had seating and it was magical to see all the pictures about this area. One lad, Bob Sampson, was always the last to arrive, but we knew when he was on his way as he used to sing 'Ghost Riders In The Sky', and what a vioce, it echoed over the ...see more
On returning to visit Appledore over the years, not a lot has changed. There are a few new houses but mostly it is the same. This makes it such a peaceful place to remember when there are so many changes in the world today. I live in the north of England now but Appledore will always be 'home'. I am used to town life now, the hectic dash of having to get things done at certain times, everyone rushing about ...see more
I started being accident prone at an early age it seems. My parents lived at the above cottages with me and my big sister. My dad was a meal miller and worked at the meal mill just up the the road to the right I think, from the house. There was a smiddy close by, out the door and to the left was the big house where the Kings lived. As a toddler I was in the local hospital at least twice once because of a ...see more
John Belton who wrote the postcards was the son of John (Horsford) Belton who was master at Spaldwick mill in the 1901 census, he was my G.G.G Uncle. John H was the son of my G.G.G.Grandfather Benjamin Belton who's father was Charles and he had a brother Charles he was born in Spaldwick approx 1818. I have lots more details. G.Chandler111@btinternet.com
This is Buckingham Cottage, it was the hunting lodge of the Duke of Chandos. When I was a child, two old ladies lived there and there were always butterflies in the garden which us kids used to catch. The story was that the two old ladies used to wake up to the sound of wild parties and were overcome by the smell of burgundy wine. This happened frequently but burgundy wine was never found. When the ...see more
A year too young,but nobody cared.The "White Hart",right beside the photographer on the left,and the "George",is the building across on the left."The start of a miss spent youth".Arkells had a beer,B B B, but we had a take on that.Beer,Bints,and Burners.Sorry ladies,I have matured since then.We were not allowed in" The Bull"in those days,it was the domane of the "Gentry"
I see the Eight Bells, right next to the Palmer Hall. I was too young to drink in the pub at the time of this photograph, but this was a very convenient situation in later years. At the time of the photo my family had been living in The Plies for about a year, after living on Coronation Street. Ted Newport lived across the road from where the photo was taken. I would have been attending the primary school at this time, ...see more
I am 7 years old, and walking down Park Street to the cricket pitch, under the trees at the end of the row. By the look of the trees in this photograph it is a little to early in the year to go 'walnutting' in the walnut field farther down on the right. Ken Isles might be herding his cows across the road to milk from the park grounds. Alan Jeffries lives in one of the houses, can't remember which one.
I remember the houses on the right as being very crooked! Presumably the land movement had shifted the foundations and cracked the walls, but both of them survived and were inhabited - the owners had repaired the damage without straightening the buildings, so they were really strange! As time passed the 'uphill' house was demolished, but the other one lasted longer.
I was two years old year year we lived across the road from the model shop my mother told me
Camberley, where it all began. Where I lived half of my life so far. In your head you never leave the place you were born and raised. On a wet un-comforting day I found myself revisiting the town of my past. I was cast into memories of wartime school in School Lane, street play, places where I worked, courted, laughed and cried. I recalled the early life, its geography of fixed points. The past cracked open like ...see more
Uttoxeter did not suffer much during the war. The first stick of bombs fell in a field at Loxley, and a further stick followed later. The only 'blitz' was on the Bailey and Mellor families, in New Road (parish of Stramshall) - exact date forgotten, 1941/2. I was at home at 57 Park Avenue. My father was on Home Guard duties (he was too old for military service) at Bamfords Ltd, not JCB. I usually got up early ...see more
Hi Michael, I was in Mr Mackley's class with you and also in Bodiam House. Lots of memories, Linda
I remember when the constable appeared on his boat in the harbour. Asking about the disappearance of a young girl. The whole town seemed to not want to speak to the policeman. He was a christian and didn't believe in the "pagan" ways of the chops. So we lured him in with a string of lies, made him participate in our may day celebrations, and them burned him alive in a giant statue made of willow ...see more
It's not really memory but a request. I come from Bedlington in Northumberland and have found out my grandfather was born in Otley on 24/03/1901. He was born in 16 Burras Lane. Today I visited with only this scant information and I was fortunate to see it was still as least a street but the house gone, although the church closeby was more than beautiful. Does anyone have any pics of the houses on that lane? Or memories of them ?
I remember this picture very well. Just down the road from Woolworths by the white car, was a Launderette (maybe it's still there). This Launderette was the first one ever introduced to the UK from America in 1959. As we had no washing machine or dryer, this place certainly changed our lives. I can remember one day I was with my brother Bernard waiting for the washing and as usual went to look for some mischief ...see more
My Great Grandfather Roger Davies retired from the army in 1916. He ran Brecon Stores in Pencoed with his wife Minnie. Brecon Stores was a general store. If anyone has any further information would love to hear from you.
while staying at the hotel choppington, i had the pleasure of dining with a good friend of mine; a mr. chadwick chopperman of choppington downs, sw. choppington. mr. chopperman and i dined on pork choppingtons that evening. the pork was delicious but not nearly as juicy as the gossip that surrounds choppington. once the home of the man who knew too much, as well as a favourite hiding place of jimmy hoffa. ...see more
I recall the wee folk of choppington being almost hobbit-like in appearance. Their droll little smiles and corn cob pipes hanging from their tiny mouths. The women of choppington are robust, and resemble prehistoric deer. The children of choppington were all but non-existent; and those which i saw had a fear in their eyes unlike any i have seen before. perhaps the adults were using them for food ...see more
Well, I've just moved down here from York. It's pretty nice and I have a few memories of the park and the church. It's very pretty.
After many years, I came once more to Kiltarlity and saw again the post office, where my late father and his brother grew up. Robert, the elder, became the post master and lived there until his death. Donald, my father, left at the age of 14 to join the Royal Engineers as a boy soldier of 14 years of age. After 32 years' service, and with both an MC and an MBE, he retired as an acting Lieutenant Colonel and ...see more
I went to a school in Queens Road called Hazelhurst, it was a private school, in 1949 until 1963 and then to Pitmans College in Russell Road. I lived in Wimbledon till 1967 and then moved to Crawley where I still live.
I remember many happy childhood days spent at my grandparents' cottage up the hill towards the railway station. There was a block of four cottages on the right hand side of the road. My grandfather's name was Silas Wren, and he was well into his eighties in 1952. We had moved to Southend on Sea because my father had risen through the ranks with the LNER and had become motive power superintendent at Southend Victoria, a ...see more
I loved Caddy's. Sometimes if I think hard enough I can get the memory of its taste, mmm. I remember having a tall glass of lemonade and ice cream and sitting on leather upholstery in the parlour in town. It was such a treat. We also had an ice cream van came round and the man had a large brass bell he would ring out of the window of his van. On Sunday Mum would give me a dish and ask me to get five scoops of ...see more
Nice place. I went there in 1989.
I can remember Dibden Purlieu just after the Merrimede shops were built and the new shops opposite on the corner were being built (where the Bathroom Acadamy is in 2009). I was about 5 years old. In those days I could ride my first bike down the un-tarmacked Watermans Lane (which was a dead end, the Wimpey estate was being built) down the village, leave it outside Mr Storey's shop (the newsagent), ...see more
I passed for Tonyrefail Grammar school in 1953, what excitement. It was so strange changing rooms for every lesson, hockey, tennis, Urdd, teachers wearing cap and gowns. The headmaster was T.Bowen Jones and was called Boss. The school was so big with pupils from places like Beddau and Ynysmaerdy. Coming from Gilfach Goch I had never heard of these places. It was a good school and I enjoyed my time there.
I was a milk boy for Bourne and Hilliers in the 1970s. I would oftern go to the Red Lion after my rounds on pay day for a pint or two and throw some darts - Tom was the landlord of the Red Lion at that time. Where the police warden stands in this picture now sits a round about. The pub and dairy are now long gone.
My father was an overman at the Trane Colliery in 1955, the valley was alive at that time with lots of shops, two cinemas, two buses to Penygraig each hour and the wonderful dance hall in Tonyrefail called the Central. Even though Gilfach Goch is really beautiful now and a lovely place to live, I still miss the community spirit of the 50s when people worked and played together. It was a wonderful place to grow up in.
This photograph shows the newly built council houses called Danybryn. The houses were much sought after by the mining community as they had bathrooms. My parents lived in number 5 and thought their house was wonderful even though the rent was expensive for the time £1.15 shillings a week.
Yes ... lots of good memories of Warnham Court. I would like to share these with friends from way back then. Linda
My lovely memories are of going to South Shields from London to stay with my mum's brother, we stayed in Marsden Street and my cousins lived round the corner. We would leave London about 5 in the morning and get there about 10 at night, no motorsways then. We would stop on the way. We would arrive and my aunt would have fish and chips in the oven, it was a fire with the oven ...see more
I used to go to a pre-school in Wickham that got turned into tendy flats/houses. It used to be just down the hill from Clarkes and had an old house with the most wonderful almost 'secret' garden ajoining the school and the old lady that owned it used to let us go and play underneath the huge old apple tree in it. Also remember my mum buying me a pink sugar mouse from 'Caces' bakery every Friday afternoon.
The most important bench I have had the privelage of sitting on one lunchtime on June 16th 2008 and the view of the Cross Roads. Over a diet coke and an Orange juice I met the best friend I have ever known. The Volunteer Pub, The pub garden bench and the slight view of the Cross Roads will linger with me for ever. That day at 12.15pm was the first time I had been in that village but it is now like a city in my heart. Had many a great meal there since.
I moved to Cheadle Hulme in 1963, as a 6 year old. I lived on Lorna Road, behind and to the left of this view. I saw the building of the Precinct and what is now Sim Chem House (then Griffin House). My friends and I would play on the building site, and we played cricket in Oak Meadow. We would explore the derelict Kings Hall, just behind this viewpoint, now Wetherspoons. Next to this, and opposite Whittakers ...see more
I was born above the old post office in Ashgill and my family moved to Cornsilloch when I was around 6 months old. My whole family from my grannie and grandad Nellie Waddell and John Smith and their parents Hugh Smith all lived in Ashgill Prospect Drive and Douglas drive. My uncle Sandy had tomato houses out at Ayr road, I spent many a school holiday working in them. Many a great time I spent in my formative ...see more
Plymouthian Edward (Ed) Vosper's second wife, now Mrs Doreen Skidmore was interviewed in March 2009 and recalled that my grandfather (Ed Vosper) used to work for the Bayly Estate in Plymouth. He worked in the Estate Office retiring in August 1934 after 38 years service with the family. Doreen says that Ed would go twice a year to Shaldon Bridge Tollhouse, not to collect the tolls, but on a sort of audit to check ...see more
I went to school at Elmwood 1949-51. I remember a beautiful girl there named Gillian English - I always wondered what became her. The Grange - the boating lake - and Beddington Park were my favourite haunts. Ron Shelley ronshelleyis@gmail.com USA
Hello, When I was a small girl I used to be taken to Monks Kirby by my grand parents, I think an ancester lived there way back in time. My grandmother always insisted that I kissed a tree, I think it was outside the Bell Inn ., was this just one of grandma's "odd things to do" or does anyone know of a tradition, about kissing trees? its always intrigued me. Regards, Ann
My family lived at Bracken Lodge on the Little Common in the late 1950's Is Bracken Lodge still a little smallholding ? Bracken Lodge was rather spooky. We had many strange experiences while living there. In short - it was haunted!! Are the reservoirs still there? I must come back someday. Regards, Michael Cockerill.
I was born in Shuttleworth and have happy memories.I went to St John's church and was in the choir. I was Rose Queen at the age of 7 (not quite sure on my age then but it is close enough). I also remember Saturday nights when we went to the dance, I remember watching my mum and dad waltz round the hall, they danced so lovely. I was in some shows we had in the Sunday School, I was once a dwarf, what a laugh we ...see more
My Grandparents bought the White Hart Hotel in December 1949 and we lived there for the next 3 years. My grandparents were Gwen and Bob Cureton and my parents were Joan and Fred Weston. The hotel had two large caravan fields behind it and we had a very small smallholding where my father kept hens, pigs and the odd lamb or two. I was friends with Angela Pool whose father was the butcher and Judith ...see more
I couldn't believe when I came across this picture. In 1950 I was born just above the shop (the first blind on the left). The shop was Reliant Shoe Repairs owned by my late father Arthur Piggott who was very well known in Addlestone. The single story building next to it was Mrs Martins Cafe, and me and my brother Bernard had many a cup of tea there. We lived in Addlestone until the end of 1965 then moved to ...see more
I used to go to a boarding school in Farnham, it was Hassobury, a big mansion, it was in Hazel End. Across the fields from there we used to go to a church for holy communion before breakfast, I am not sure if it was St Mary's.
I was only about 6 years old but I clearly remember visiting my grandparents' house on weekends. My grandfather was a gamekeeper on the moors until his retirement. In the early 1970s he and his wife moved to nearby Penistone. We used to catch a bus from Sheffield to Langsett, then Grandad would collect us from there in his car to Upper Midhope. I remember sitting on my father's lap on the front seat! The house ...see more
My parents, sister and I lived in Kinneff for a couple of years and I attended the little village school, Mr Hainings was the Head then. The weather was extreme, winters were full of snow and the lovely coal fire my mum to used to make, hours and hours were spent playing out in the summer, I remember one year when all the jelly fish arrived and we took a picnic and sat on the top watching them, another time there was a seal in the water. Wonderful place and wonderful memories.
My first real job, not counting student employment, was working in Godfrey's Book Shop, Stonegate, York. The shop was at that time the largest antiquarian bookstore in the North of England - unfortunately it no longer exists. It was owned by Mr. Duffield and managed by Mr. Jan Janieurek. Originally from Poland, Jan was an extremely knowledgeable book man who had trained at Blackwells, Oxford. He actually encouraged ...see more
I too remember the town hall and library and the damage done during a wartime bombing raid. The repairs took a long time to do but were so good it was impossible to see where the damage had been done. The reference library was second to none and it helped my brother and I pass our exams.
(Not just 1955, probably most of the 1950s.) When my mother was a little girl, she was looked after by a nanny, who in her later years lived at Fairways, a bungalow at the end of Carroll Avenue. In the 1950s when I was very young, we used to visit what seemed a large bungalow in a very large garden full of pine trees and bracken, where my brother and I used to play while the adults gossiped. Years later, long ...see more
The first time I left Scotland was to visit my grandparents at the old house, Kay and Bill. I was excited, and after many trips we lived with them for a while. Papa always had a bag of pennies for us and Grandma introduced me to literature. At that time we shared a love for Cliff Richard. We moved to Rose Cottage, and had the best ever Easter when Laurie hid so many Easter eggs in the garden for us, there may still be some ...see more
My mother and her brother were born at Gypsy Castle. The family had lived there for many years and we have photos of haymaking in the 1930s etc. There were several houses standing at the time, in a group (5?). Only 2 remain, I believe. My g-grandfather Rees kept a smallholding as well as working at the colliery. My grandfather kept hens as well as working at the colliery as an electrician, and ...see more
My husband worked at Webbs brewery from 1953-1956 as chief engineer. We lived at 3 Brewery Terrace (opposite the brewery). We often used the Hanbury Hotel and my husband knew Howard Collins I remember he was a very nice man and his wife also. My husband had an apprentice who lived in Aberbeeg but I can't remember his name. I also remember Mr Jones was the head of the brewery and lived in the house at the ...see more
I was born and bred in Ashby-de-la-Zouch, the eldest of three children. My memories of Ashby itself are snapshots from a time which now seems so old-fashioned that it as nostalgic as a Herriot novel. As a young lad, I was a pupil at North Street Infants School (1964), a delightfully small, Victorian building that still had air raid shelters in the playground. It was in these dank, musty ...see more
My wife Jenny (nee Beswick) can remember when there used to be a lido at Allt-Yr-Yn House in the 1950s. Does anyone have any photos of the lido or the old Allt-Yr-Yn House in the 1950s, or know when the house was built and who lived there? There is a nature reserve there now and no sign of the house.
I'm a navy brat ... I lived on the promenade in 1963 and used to watch the Polaris submarines come down the river and go into Holy Lock and tie up to the submarine tenders and dry docks for repairs. I was a young boy at the time and attended Scottish public schools. I loved this country, this town and this magical place of submarines, ships and ferrys, lighthouses and fog horns. There used to be a dinghy rental ...see more
I worked as a barmaid in the Fox when Three Bridges had the bad flood and the pub was flooded, it was an old fashioned pub in those days with a public bar and saloon bar with darts on a Friday night, good old fashioned fun.
I went to international camp school in 1974, 75 and 76. These years were my most beautifull. I was 18 and found there my first big love. A young boy called Paul coming from Newcastle. I spent there 3 times 2 weeks full of happy and silly things sharing fun with Norwegian people, French people, German people, Belgian people and of course English people. So sweet memories. Sometimes, I'd like to know what ...see more
My mother's family were from Appledore and although I was born on a visit up north to my father's family, I was only a few months old when we came back. We lived in various houses in the village, Canal Cottages and Hawthorn being two of them. My Grandad and Granny King lived at 3 Victoria, my dear Aunt Mary and Uncle Len (Gray) lived at 4 Griffin where my cousin Duncan and his family still live. Aunt Alice and Uncle ...see more
This is a follow on from my earlier memory - Christmas in Shifnal. What a wonderful time. I can remember it snowing at Christmas time as a child, and sitting in the bay window of our flat above the cakeshop and toyshop at 4 Bradford Street watching the carol singers sitting on the back of a truck travelling along Bradford Street to wherever they would stop and sing carols. I can remember the Mason's, they were ...see more
My memories of Itchenor are as strong now as they were for all the time I lived there, which was from 1951 when I was born till 1971 when I was married. My family owned and ran Haines boatyard which is still there today but owned by the sailing club now. We lived at number 5 The Street and I spent most of my childhood along with my brother playing among the boats and along the shore. The pictures in this collection are amazing. I would love to know if there are any more.
My step Dad Alf Baker owned the hairdressers opposite Wakemans Hill. It used to be called Rosalind, named after his first wife who lived above the shop. It was changed to Craig's in 1959. His car is parked outside in this picture, a Green Vauxhall Velox, in front of the bulilding sticking out on the right hand side, (is that the 'new' church). Sometimes I would have to spend Saturdays in the shop, as my mother, ...see more
My father was inducted as the new vicar on 31st December 1949 at All Saints Church. I was just nine at the time but I retain some dim memories of a packed church! My dad stayed at Dovercourt until his retirement in 1976. I have many memories of Dovercourt for that period. I loved the West beach where I often used to take the dog on long muddy walks. Often as kids we would walk 'down town' to Woolworths or ...see more
I was born in 1947 and grew up in Brasted Road, Erith. I have very happy memories of my childhood. Saturday morning pictures at the Odeon, the dances over Burtons, the riverfront, the ice cream parlour in Pier Road, the library where I went every Saturday morning with my dad, the 480 bus into Erith and then on returning running back into Dartford, the bowls club in Avenue Road, where I would stop sometimes and ...see more
I used to live in Little Waltham when I was eight until 19. We lived in a thatched cottage without electric, and no central heating, only an open fire and kitchen range. The windows used have patterns on them in the winter. In 1962 it was a bad winter, we had to dig the snow so the grocery van could get through as we lived about three miles from the village and bus route. We had to walk so we could go into town, ...see more
Does anyone remember or have links with the Crowther family who lived in Chaddesley Corbett 1900-1910? This is relevent to me as Lewis was my father. Phillip my grandfather, who I never knew, worked in the big house as a coachman I believe and I want to see if there are any reletives still surviving who may be related to me. My email address is martingrenville@talktalk.net Any photos or anything would be gratefully received. Many thanks.
My grandmother, Mary Honor Parsley, was born here in 'Ticket Wood in 1900, my mother Jacqueline Oldman too in 1925. Honor's mother was born Elizabeth Ford, sister to Philip the house owner I believe. The big house is now gone and replaced with something much more contemporary! Tackett Wood was/is the local Deb'n vernacular for the area.
I worked here in the 80's as a teen. Looking at this photo, the place hasn't changed a bit. It changed hands after Brad Collins passed away and is still a riding school today.
