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Things are a little hazy, but, I think the year is about right, providing that this is the church on the Church Road before the gardens going towards Brighton. I used to sing in the choir under the direction of the Organist and Choir master Mr. Clifford Roberts, who also tried to teach me to play piano from reading music, but gave up when he realised that I was playing by ear. Have many memories of my Home Town and the ...see more
The Ashbury School photograph was indeed taken circa 1926. I know this because my father, aged three or four years old, is standing by the school gate and he was born in 1923. His brothers and sisters are also on the photograph. The girl stood apart from the crowd against the wall was his sister Kit, and his brother Fred is sitting on the wall with an odd looking hat on. We lived in Kings Close, Ashbury, just around the corner behind the photographer.
I was married here in 1964 having lived in Moore all my life up to then. My mum and dad are both buried here as is my granny. At the very end of the church the stained glass windows show characters from Alice in Wonderland. Lewis Carroll's father was the vicar here
This is one of my endearing images of Margate. I was born at 5 Market Place, which lies just behind the lower white buildings to the centre rear of the photo. It was 1952 and my father was a bus inspector on the East Kent Road Car Co. He loved Margate and the sea air, he was born in Tottenham and really appreciated it. We used to fish from the harbour and pier, my dad was a keen angler, and we enjoyed it too. ...see more
Who are the people in this photo? My mum and dad bought the Post Office from Mr and Mrs Evans but I can't work out yet which year that would be, sometime in the 1950s that I do know. Can't work out whether or not that's me with the dog and the other two, I think, might be Ann and Alan Ainsworth. Around the building, just underneath the black and white bit, there is some writing and I can't think for the life of ...see more
First thing that came into my head when I saw this - Mrs. Butterfield - the Headmistress. I went to this school from 1951 to 1956. Mrs. Butterfield put me in for the 11 plus exam a year early and I passed and moved on to Helsby Grammar School. Moore school was just one big room divided into infants and juniors by a partition. There was a big black stove to heat the place and we used to put our free bottles of milk on ...see more
Does anyone remember the Lochinvar Cinema? It was sixpence and a different film every night! Paul Bass (my father) now living in Wigan does, he used to stay at his auntie's house, Ina Benson Newsagents. He has great memories of the Polish boys and girls he became good friends with, namely, Bolic, Rumec, Jon Boyko and his sister Sheila, Charlie Putsini. Best wishes also from his older brothers, Tommy and John.
I grew up in Grieve Street and my gran lived in Simon Crescent (no 28). I remember as a kid going to visit her and playing in the swing park opposite her house. There was a hill nearby which was called 'Hill 60' if my memory serves me well, and there was an old bridge called the 'Coo Bridge'. We had great adventures there. I remember being sent to Cauldwell's shop, Nairn's shop, and Heinz's shop. Who ...see more
I lived in the old post office for approx. 18 years but my family lived there for about 10 years longer. When my parents bought the property they spent a lot of time and effort making it into a family home, whilst trying to keep as much of the traditional persona of the house. I have a lot of happy memories living at the Old Post Office with my mum and dad and 2 younger brothers. It was ...see more
It was a warm bright sunny day in May when my husband and I came to look at a house in Thorngrafton. What a lovely quiet atmosphere it had, apart from the mooing of the cows on the farm and the sound of the house martins singing in the background there was silence and peace. We sat on the grass lawn at the front of the house and just looked at the view - in front of us the unspoilt Tyne Valley. We could see the ...see more
My father was raised in Bowness on Solway. His father lived in the cottage in the street. My grandfather, Mr John Stafford, was one of the men who used to go 'Haafnet fishing' so it was good to visit and stroll down the same roads my ancestors trod.
By Michael Savage A reunion of the Horncastle Homes children and the staff was held at the Town Hall (Drill Hall) July 20 1989. Almost 400 people attended the event. “The atmosphere was really great - everyone was talking about the good old days, although some had painful memories to share.” Generations of children were brought up in a group of houses, known as Holmeleigh, ...see more
I have recently been doing some research into our family history. I was always told by my mother that her elder sister, Bessie Dubora, died from complications following a tonsilectomy but, having now obtained a copy of the Death Certificate, I have discovered that she died at High Wood Hospital in 1925 from TB at the age of 12 years. My family originally came from the East End of London, so I was at a lost ...see more
This view of the Town Hall brings back wonderful memories of vacations at my grandmother, Charlotte Thomas's, house. She lived on Castle Street and her house looked down this street. On Wednesday mornings we would walk to the market there and shop. My mother, Sally Wynne Thomas McGehee, emigrated to America in 1946 to marry my father. I was born in 1950 and she brought me to ...see more
Bromsgrove Teacher Training College's proper name was Shenstone Teacher Training College and was under the aegis of Birmingham University. Shenstone was originally situated on the old prisoner of war camp outside Kidderminster, in the village of Stone. It originally offered two year teacher training, but in 1960, with the change in the regulations for teacher training, the course was upgraded to three ...see more
I was born in 1948 and lived behind Wallis's undertakers in Ripple Road, where my dad was the manager. I went to St Margaret's Church of England School in Back Lane, and was married at St Margaret's Church in 1970. I also did my nursing training at Barking (Upney) Hospital, before moving to Colchester. I have memories of losing my Easter bonnet into the Town Quay one Sunday morning after church. Carol Harding (nee Leith)
Does anyone know of Sylvia Eileen Newman who lived in Great Baddow as a domestic servant in the late 1950s or 1960s? She later moved to Witham. Her surname later became Brewer.
Does anyone know of Sylvia Eileen Newman, who was living in Witham around 1965? She became Sylvia Eileen Brewer. Any help would be appreciated.
All these gleaming new box-like buildings had replaced the lovely Victorian and Georgian architecture seen in some of the slightly older pictures here. Ironically, Woolworths, seen here on the right, is the only one of these founding tenants to have remained in the same building ever since .... until this week!
The Heroes is boarded up and for sale in this photo. I suspect it was demolished soon after. Every one of the buildings in this photo was demolished in the 1960s to be replaced by the soulless Wellington Way arcade and adjacent shops.
This is the original Heroes pub (double-fronted building on left of photo), named after the soldiers returning from the battle of Waterloo who set up camp at Waterloo having marched from Portsmouth docks on their way to London. It was near the junction with Hambledon Road and this photo is looking north. When the pub was knocked down, its replacement was build about 300 yards further north. Must have been round about 1960?
The building with a clock tower on the right was the old Baptist church. It was knocked down in the early 1960s in order to widen the road (which was of course the main Portsmouth to London road in those days) and was replaced by the modern baptist church about half a mile further north along London Road (between Avondale Road and Billet Ave).
Like David, I remember Carters' Sweet Shop. I was a regular customer in the early to mid 1970s, when I attended Padnell Infants and then Padnell Junior School. Mr Carter handed it over to his daughter, who I think was called Alison, but the shop eventually closed in the early 1980s. I also remember the fishmongers van which used to park once a week on the corner of Kings Road in front of what I think was then the ...see more
Paul talked about the Home & Colonial. I think it was "Masons" used to be next door in the market place. I remember getting a 'penny dip' on the way back to school (Ridding Lane Primary). Mum would have gone potty if she had known we did that after a good meal at home. The other thing was the market vendors would always let us have 'speckled apples' for nowt, just for the asking.
Boys were not allowed to cycle on the school premises so I had to walk this leafy lane twice daily. I was scooting my bike homeward towards the Wellesley Road entrance one afternoon, expecting to hear a prefectorial shout ordering me to walk, when an air gun pellet struck me painfully between the shoulders. Looking round I saw a group of embarrassed sixth-formers seeking to dissociate themselves from a red-capped ...see more
I used to roll coloured hard boiled eggs on East Heslerton Hill with my sister and cousins on Easter Sunday. When they were all broken we used to have egg sandwiches and our teas at Gran's, who lived at the bottom near the church. When it was the Silver Jubilee we had a great village get-together. We lived at East Heslerton with our gran, grandad and auntie for many happy years.
This is the school I taught in from September 1967 to July 1968.
This is the street I used to go to the station.
I was fortunate enough to live at Trevone and then Padstow from 1951 - 1964, living at Craig-y-Mor which is the white house with the big balcony right down on the bay. I have very happy memories of my childhood there, looking in the rock pools at Rocky Beach and walking to Harlyn Bay with a picnic ... Watching the visitors on the beach all run for cover if there was a shower of rain ... Collecting ...see more
I remember Harpley as a four-year-old, when it had no running water, electricity or gas. I was evacuated there when first born, in 1939 during the war years and stayed in a cottage opposite to the village pub. At that time we had to cross the road to draw drinking water from the well. Washing and bathing water was supplied by rainwater tanks kept at the back of the cottage. There was a ...see more
I enjoyed reading Peter Butterworth's memories of Smallbridge. I went to the same school( Halifax Rd), 1937-44. My name then was Sylvia Higgin (now married to Stanley Rudman - since 1959). My younger brother, Trevor Higgin, also went to the same school, and we lived on Albert Royds St. My memories of those days are still strong and vivid. The area then was more rural than now. I remember the beautiful bluebell ...see more
I have no memories of Bangley as such but am very interested in the place (or rather the NAME) as I married into the Bangley family and because the name is so unusual, any references I find regarding the name Bangley gives me great interest To date (after some 35 years research) I have still not been able to source the origins of the name "Bangley" The Bangley family I married into all hail from the Cambridgeshire ...see more
It is believed that this was a training college for Church of England vicars and then it was subsequently used as an orphanage run by the Catholic Rescue Society and staffed by the Sisters of Chariry, a French order of nuns. During the years of the Second World War the whole school was evacuated down to Devon and the building was left unoccupied. After the was the school returned and it was known as St Mary's ...see more
I had the most delightful childhood during the 1950s and 60s in Bethel, Bodorgan. We were not at all a well-to-do family, but the folks living in the neighbourhood were a real treasure and that is what made us feel rich. Schooldays in particular were a hoy and we thrived on the lessons taught to us by our enlightened headmaster, Mr Hughes, and Miss Jones Bach in Bordorgan CP School. ...see more
I was born in Rochdale in 1934. I attended Champness Hall Sunday School, 1940 -52, which was situated just below the Rochdale Observer offices (on the left of the photo). It was a large Methodist Central Hall with offices used by local people, a large auditorium used for concerts (eg Halle Orchestra) and public occasions (eg local speech days, visiting choirs etc). In the 1950s Drake Street was still home to a number ...see more
I was the vice captain of the Timothy Hackworth Junior School football team when we won the cup and league. I think we won every game of the season. I was in love with Pauline Baker when I was 5 and lived in South St.
I remember playing down the hillies on what is now Wombwell Golf Course. This area was once a thriving pit, until in 1857 a large explosion brought death and misery to the area called Lundhill. 189 men and boys were killed. After a great deal of reseach I found out that 2 of my ancestors were amongst the dead. My book on the disaster will be published soon, called 'A Little Wax Candle'. My other memories of ...see more
Newly born in October 1939, and with the Second World War just starting, I was quickly evacuated to a village called Harpley in Norfolk. My dad, who was in a reserved occupation, remained in London, but for whatever reasons, wanted us home towards the end of the war, during the Doodlebug campaign. My first memories of Streatham are from about four years old towards the end of 1944. Our house was ...see more
I started my working life here at Brunner House as a 16 yr old mail girl. I helped to sort out all the mail, then deliver to all of the offices. An opening became available in the filing room with Margaret Johnson. I got on very well with Margaret and had a lot of respect for her vast knowledge. I also worked in transport accounts and finally as a Secretary. I typed for many of the Managers there ...see more
At sixteen I owned a three wheeler convertible that with a bit of bending of the law sixteen year olds were allowed to drive. Plus the fact that the coppers didn't know how the law stood exactly. The car was a Powerdrive, coming towards you it looked like a sports car, going away it looked and sounded like a motor boat. It had a twin two stroke engine, chain driven and was too heavy. It should have been ...see more
My mother remarried in 1962 to a lovely man who lived in Ashley Avenue, Cheriton. With my husband and our two children we always used to visit and once a week I went to visit on my own. We had some lovely times there, my sister would come down from Shrewsbury with her husband and two children for holidays or Christmas. Unfortunately it only lasted a few years because in 1965 our family emigrated to ...see more
My dad informs me that my grandad ran George Mason's in Rugeley for many years. His name was Thomas Parsons and he lived in a large house with my nan, Lillian along the Armitage Road opposite the Brereton park by Thorn. A well known, well respected local gent, he had served in the war but came home after suffering a schrapnel wound. He died in 1983 and is at rest in the Wolseley Road churchyard. I was 3 ...see more
Climbing to the top. My friend Ray and I were going to see 'The Fugitive Kind' at the Odeon Cinema, Hounslow West. This was in 1960 and we were fourteen years old. I told him that my eldest brother had climbed to the top of the Odeon tower some twenty years earlier. Well, I don't know how it came about, but it seemed a good idea at the time to re-enact the feat. We went down the right hand side of the ...see more
I came to Sedgley aged ten, having been born in the dock area of Dudley. At five we moved to Wolverhampton. Finally the family moved to the new houses down Cotwallend Road overlooking the Dingle. The 1962/63 winter was a real bad one and even the trolley buses had problems running. The bus stop was outside the Red Lion pub and some used to turn on the island. Secondary school, or big school, was Dormston that was and still ...see more
We lived at "Caradon" during the Second World War. I was young when we moved there and we left soon after the war ended. I remember Dr Thames' pre-school, and the nursery school on the Terrace in New Polzeath - and their big rocking horse that I always wanted to ride, and also Holiday House, where I started when I was five. Mr Edwards was the headmaster, and his daughter Jill started school the ...see more
My Uncle Dai Hopkins came from Blaengwynfi. He married my Aunt Dolly and they had Clive and Joanie, my cousins, and lived in Caerau Maesteg.
When I was a teenager I lived at the Post Office that is now a hardware shop, at the eastern end of the village. I was in the church choir and in the bell-ringers. Used to ride my bike down to the cricket field to watch the games. My father, Harry Gardner, was the Postmaster and ran the associated grocery store. When the steadily growing chain stores got to out-price him, despite his personal service, ...see more
Limekiln Lane camp site is a special place for me, my grandparents spent many happy holidays there in the 1950s. Once their children arrived they went along too. Jaqueline and Harold had children of their own, I am one of those children. I have six children and every year we return for a fortnight, my children adore this special place. It holds lots of special memories for me and my family. My uncle now owns a ...see more
Miss Cary was short and stout with grey hair in a bun. She always wore a cameo brooch on a white silk blouse, grey skirt and sensible shoes. She was kind and patient, she was also my first teacher. One day as the mothers picked up their children she announced, 'Tomorrow my class is going on a day trip, the children will need a packed lunch and two shillings', and that was that. The next morning we arrived ...see more
I was a pupil starting in 1952 at the knowledgable age of 11. I used to walk every morning from Whittle Drive on the Scott Estate, I was there 4 years then went on to Bootle Technical College when I was 14. Of the teachers I can only remember one, a Mr Fogg for Tech drawing, could have been a Mr Thomas or a Mr Clegg. Anyone seeing this check out my homepage www.familyfinch.com
I was one of a group of motorcyclists (the Lilacs) from Ormskirk who used to ride up Church Street, together there would have been 12-15 bikes, these were loud to say the least with the echo from the buildings in this narrow street. Now I think the residents must have been not amused. If anyone else sees this and was a member check out my homepage, or anyone that knew me. www.familyfinch.com
My two brothers, my sister and I were evacuated from London to Great Bedwyn at the begining of the Second World War.We were billeted in the vicarage opposite St Mary's Church, the vicar's name was Mr Phillips. My sister Joan was later billeted with Mrs Downton who lived next door to Police Sergeant Stokes. I have so many happy memories of life in the village. I worked for Farmer Kerr at harvest time, leading ...see more
My father worked on a construction site at Tilbury I think it was, so our family moved from Thornaby to Corringham. We lived in a trailer on a farm just behind the Bull Inn, right next to a school. There was a lane between our caravan and the school and this trail lead up to Fobbing Hill. I remember the land we sat on was on top of a deep gully, and I mean big deep gully. I used to walk from our ...see more
Pat (nee Gilbert) and I were married at St. Stephen's church Sneinton in Nottingham July 1960. We arrived in Gloucester the same afternoon to be met at the train station by our hosts for a 3day honeymoon, they were the owners of the Black Horse Inn in Cranham. We have wonderful memories of the village the church and of Prinknash Abbey. We still have a beer tankard we purchased at the Abbey in thier famous dark grey ...see more
We used to live in Hempstead Street. My granfather was the local milkman. I often rode on the back of his horse and cart, does anybody remember this, or have photos of 20 or 22 Hempstead Street? I would love to have just one.
I lived as a toddler in Kings Road, Cowplain, between 1958 and 1963, in the days when it was a cul-de-sac. These photographs really bring back memories. If I'm not mistaken, the small building on the right of the Spotted Cow was a doctor's or dentist's surgery - I remember trembling there waiting to get injections as a 5 year old. One shop on the main road I remember was a sweet shop near the ...see more
My sister and I were evacuated to St Merryn in 1940. I was aged 6 and my sister aged 11. We lived in Bermondsey, London. I shall always remember our first night in St Merryn. We were sitting in the School Hall,and were the last to be allocated. This was because my sister had been told by my mother, that we were not to be parted. Eventually a woman with two children approached us, and said we were to go ...see more
I visited my aunt and uncle for many years during the summer holidays. They lived in the house on the left of the photo. Their names were Charlie and Anne Jones. My other aunt lived nearby on Gumstool Hill. Her name was Kate Chappell. I have fond memories of my visits to Tetbury as a child.
I spent my teen years during the late 1970s and early 1980s at Church Farm Caravan Site. We spent our days wandering the site or walking to the Crab and Lobster Pub at Sidlesham. That was before the harbour wall was put in, and you would have to check the tide times or risk a very long return journey. My brother Robert spent far more time at Pagham than I did, thinking it was a pretty uncool place to be ...see more
I lived in Millbrook from 1950 to 1974ish. A great place to grow up in, and I have many, many great memories from my childhood.
Does anyone remember being in the school choir when we recorded 'And The Glory of the Lord' in St Stephens Church? Harvey M played the organ [complete with deliberate mistake] and we were recorded on an enormous wax disc. We could buy the record for about 9 shillings I think. I was so proud of mine but it disappeared many years ago, and I do wish I still had it. No one believes I could sing! Happy days. Ann [Spencer]
We moved to Ickenham in early 1960s and attended the parish church of St Giles. It is a very old church, once belonging to the estate of Swakeleys House, and is on the corner of a very busy T junction, but when inside it is very quiet and peaceful with memorials to the Vyners family on the walls. I sang in the choir on Sundays. In 1972, my husband Bob, and myself were married here. It was a very hot day for the ...see more
I remember my happy childhood in Brighton Road so well. We lived at 114, heading toward the Portsmouth road. My grandfather had built the house. It lay back from the road. Mr and Mrs Harper ran the paper shop that had a telephone cubicle in it. There was a shop next to the Black Lion that sold lemonade for a penny a glass. My friend Susan Dunford lived further down the road, we would wander and play ...see more
When I was six, I moved into 'Our Boy's Cafe' with my mother and grandfather. My uncle, aunt and cousin also lived with us in the accommodation above. It was the last cafe of many along Dock Road, Tilbury, so we had to work really hard to build up a good reputation for a varied menu of good home cooking for the dockers who deservedly needed and expected a square meal - and fast! The first morning ...see more
I was sent to a childrens' home in Stroud in 1955/6 and left in 1959 as my mother had TB of the lung and was in the nearby Standish Hospital. I have quite a few memories of this home - not all of them good! I am not sure whether the home was called Rodborough or Roxborough house but it was situated on the edge of Rodborough Common and there was an infants/junior school at the end of the drive. I would love to know ...see more
Like the young cool girl who remembers the Hollies at the Market Hall on a Saturday night, I too found live music there. I think me and a school mate (from Radnor House School for boys) called Hank Jell, so named after Hank Marvin, attended on its opening night. We saw Nero and the Gladiators supported by Tony Rivers and the Castaways. The next year or two we saw Screaming Lord Sutch and the Savages, Johny ...see more
A cousin found an old Birthday Book in which the names of some people from Thorpe Bay feature. We wonder if these were family members: Eileen Wells, 11 Plas Newydd, Thorpe Bay, Essex, Birthday February 28. Mrs. Day, 10 Plas Newydd. May 14. Miss A Wells, 11 Plas Newydd, October 14. Alice Wells, 11 Plas Newydd, October 28. We are hoping that they are connected to the Hesk family, and would be happy to hear from anyone who may know of them. Thank you, Ivy Trott in South Africa.
In about 1949 my family brought the fried fish shop at number 3 Station Approach, Ashford, Middlesex. I was about three years old at the time and my earliest memory is of driving my pedal car between the tables and chairs in the shop. My father had a secure job in the office with London Transport at Chiswick, so did not give it up. My mother ran the shop during the day and dad took over in the ...see more
My father Emlyn was born in October 1899 in Solva, Pembrookshire. I'm not too sure when they moved to Caerau, but I was the 4th (born 1929) of 5 (4 of whom are still living) children who were all born in Carmen Street, Caerau, to Elsie who was my mother. We moved to Abingdon in 1932, where I still live. My first memory of many holidays I had in Caerau was in 1946. I was 16 and was met at Bridgend station by my ...see more
What a lovely surprise for us youngsters from Northbrooks - a beautiful new place to swim! No big scary fish or slimy weedy things to twist around you in those early days. My adventurous brothers even rode their bikes over the iced-up water one winter ... until one went under and had to be rescued by the rest! Happy days!
I was born on Woodville Street in 1945 and can remember all the back to back houses and all the shops below the parish church down to the bottom of Carr Lane, Annie Dawson's, the Co-op, Traveller's Rest etc. I bought most of the books on Windhill which were published by the Windhill Memories Group but unfortunately they were miss-placed when we moved out to Australia in February 2008. I would be interested in swapping stories of the Windhill I knew.
Unfortunately Barming doesn't go down well in my memories, I was only a child but I remember going with my dad and brother to what I thought was a hospital but it wasn't, my mother was locked up there several times and I found out much later she is a manic depressive and it was an asylum she was in called Oakwood, does anyone else remember this place?
I worked as the kitchen porter at The Castle Inn, Lulworth in 1966. I was nineteen years old and thought it would be good to spend the summer by the coast. As I thought of myself as a bit of an artist I would have the Dorset countryside to inspire me. I wasn't a very good artist, but I looked the part with full beard, corduroy jacket and a guitar that I couldn't play. This was pre-hippie and ...see more
I remember many very happy hours in the wonderful library. Besides the books the wonderful architectural details, the grand staircase and all the lovely dark rich wood everywhere. The new library may have more space and all the modern facilities but by comparison it is soul-less and cold.
I remember attending concerts here between 1969-1974; especially 'Buddy Rich and his Orchestra'. The best of these being the year that Johnny Dankworth and Cleo Lane were in the audience and we ended up with 'extra time' and a wonderful impromptu encore .. what a memorable evening.
The 18+ social group used to hold meetings here. Previously they used to be held in rooms in the Blue Anchor nearby.
I remember attending the Registry Office which was part of Taberner House to notify a death of a family member. Also to get married.
Between year 1962-65 I seem to remember that the Denning Hall was used on at least one occasion for Lanfranc Girls's Prize Giving Ceremony. I also think the Fairfield Hall may have been used as a venue. I remember one year receiving prizes from Mrs Godfrey Talbot. I was a member of the school choir which would perform during the course of the evening ceremony.
I was born in Tunbridge Wells, but my parents had a flat in Riverhead and we moved to London Road, Riverhead when I was a baby. My grandparents lived at the Heights, next to the church. I remember the steps the way they are in the photograph, but also I remember when there was only the one road through Riverhead and there was a row of houses opposite us which were all pulled down when I was very young and the new ...see more
Does anyone remember the very cold November of 1969? I think it was on the 20th that I was riding my motorcycle on the frozen mere. If anyone took a photo I would love a copy.