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My father Gordon Thomas was born in the adjoining cottage which is now part of the tea garden I have many memories of the people and the surrounding area. My dad passed away on the 1st Oct 2008 and I made a sentimental journey back home. I did what everyone else seems to do, I popped in to see Aunty Vi. She is fantastic, the tea room would not be the same without her.
My grandparents lived here. My grandmother ran the shop and my grandfather was a carpenter in Hythe. I have very happy memories of sitting behind the big glass fronted cabinet on a stool, taking the customers' money and giving them their greenshield stamps. I remember a very old fashioned grocery shop near The Bon Marche with wooden floorboards and high shelves with tins on. The cashier was in the middle of the shop ...see more
We arrived in Castle Hedingham around the turn of the year 1964/5, Mum, Dad, my three little brothers and myself. Our newly built house was just out of shot to the left of this photo of Pye Corner. Mum & Dad's friend Tony owned the white Alvis car parked on the green. We were very excited be in our big house. It was a cold winter and Mum was trying to get us settled in. Like all new ...see more
Ever since I was a young boy I had an interest in knowing where my grandmother was born. She was born 1883, the youngest daughter of James William Funge and Annie Hayward. Sadly she passed away in Christchurch, NZ in 1963, reaching there as a war bride in 1918 after marrying my grandfather Percy Gourdie, at Wadhurst Parish church 27 April 1918. In 1966 I started working as a shipping clerk and my goal was ...see more
I lived in Tulse Hill from around 1970 to 1990, at first on the Tulse Hill Estate (Booth House) and then Gaywood Close up the hill. My abiding memories centre mainly around my time at Dick Sheppard School - now sadly just a memory - and especially the time my gang had a fight with another school in Herne Hill one lunch time that eventually escalated into a pitched confrontation in Brockwell Park ...see more
My father was a serving soldier, serving at the RAOC camp until 1948. We lived in the YMCA building in the camp itself and it had a large functions hall attached where one of our officers once entertained the children at Christmas with a magic show. I remember the huge and long-lasting snowfall that stayed around for months into 1948 and the glaring red sunsets over the Cumbrian hills. I went to school in Gretna, ...see more
I believe the Watney’s pub on the left of the picture was The Red Lion. In 1962 I was a lad of sixteen and worked at Blundells Shoe Shop. From the photograph this would have been behind the cameraman. I live in America now and pubic television show a lot of repeats of Are You Being Served, it reminds me of the time I was a shoe salesman in Hounslow. With the senior assistants getting first choice of the ...see more
We lived from 1963 - 1972 in Wickford, all of us 3 children going to Wickford Junior school up Market Road. I can recall a man who used to paint lead soldiers from his house near the school. From 11 years of age I remember working at Tilbury's the Butchers shop on a Saturday for 10 shillings for the day. The shop was located at the bottom of the High Street. I also used to play tennis att he Wickford ...see more
I remember the houses opposite St.Theodore's as my cousin Veronica (Non) lived in one and the "Turners" (Pat, Shirley, Roy and others) lived next door. These houses had front doors in Higher Church St, while the back doors were accessed from Lower Church St. I lived in Lower Church Street until I was 20, then married and moved to Alexandra Road, opposite the Memorial Hall (now demolished and replaced ...see more
I went there briefly. I have fond memories of the The Red Lion Pub and exploring the underground tunnels, that were boarded up. The fog every morning helped me to sneak back in when I had stayed the night out. I attended the American high school. Paul
In 1952 this beautiful hotel was owned by the Scottish Cooperative Wholesale Society (SCWS) and represented a weekend retreat for people who could afford it. I'm not very sure what that meant but that's how it was told to me by someone who knew. I remember it for another reason - during the winter of 54-55, I got the job of delivering the weekend morning milk for the local Coop. This involved rising at ...see more
The bridge from which this photograph was taken was a "humpitty-backed" stone bridge where a pair of arches spanned the river and a smaller arch crossed the "lade". The bridge was in service from about 1840 until the new bridge was constructed in about 1954. The strange outlook is caused by the semi-damming of the Allan Water to take off water for the "Kork'n'Seal" factory which used the water to drive its machinery. The ...see more
Sixty-four years after the photograph was taken, little had changed when my father Donald Macdonald a resident of Bridge of Allan was buried at the Logie Kirk graveyard just the Ochil's side of the Craig. My Dad was a bus driver for Alexander's and on the day of his burial the roads to Logie Kirk were jammed with single and double-decker buses from Alexanders as almost the entire staff of the ...see more
I was sent by my mother as an evacuee to stay with her sister Lilian to get away from the bombs dropping over Wimbledon during the war. My Uncle Wilf and Aunt Lill lived above the Tylers Shoe Shop in Langold. Uncle Wilf (Scotney) was the manager of this shop and also of the one in Doncaster. I started school in Langold in the infants 1942/43 just before I was five years old. Uncle Wilf sang in the church choir along with ...see more
My friend and I would go on numerous bike rides around Formby, Southport and Crossby. We came from Bootle and as we were only 12 years old these bike rides seemed to be a trip into another world. I moved to Australia later in life, the memories seem even more beautifull and bright than they may have been if I did not emigrate. I remember our trip down Stanley Road, Braisnose Road, Crossby Road and after ...see more
I attended Rosary Priory in the fifties - I started there in September 1952 and left in December 1958 when we moved to Woking. My name was Jennifer Stirling. I remember the strict nuns and the uniform with the blue & white 'Juliet' caps and the white gloves very well; also the navy blue knickers that we had to wear for P.E. (P.T. it was called then|); and I can confirm that Rosary Priory is still ...see more
I was born and raised in Frome, West End and then we moved to Green Lane. We emigrated to Canada, I did not want to leave Frome at all. I still miss home!. The pretty streets and the steep hills. I can remember swimming in the river, and fishing in it. Every Wednesday going to the market after school to pet the animals. Mum used to buy us fish for dinner every Friday night at a fish shop on Cheap Street. Still to ...see more
I remember this scene very well, my two sisters and I spent many freezing hours (even in the summer) in the cold water of Valence swimming pool. We could buy a ticket in the morning and get a pass to go home for some lunch and then come back in for the afternoon at no extra cost. We lived just across the road to the park entrance in Becontree Avenue, my brother still lives in the same house we grew up in. I can ...see more
For some reason I remember walking by there when I was a kid and thinking how cool everyone looked sitting there drinking their beer....and I can still smell the beer as you walked past. I am 55 yrs old now and I still have that memory...
I remember walking through the square one day getting mum some shopping and I had a kilt on (God knows why) and it fell down to my feet! I have never pulled my skirt up so fast! I just hope everyone who saw it has a bad memory like me now ...
My Dad and his family lived in Lower Swell between about 1928 and 1940. They must have been quite unusual in those days - arriving in the village from London. My grandmother married a Canadian soldier after the First World War and went to live in Canada where she had 4 children. But it didn't work out and she brought them home, first to London and soon afterwards to Lower Swell. Their name was Allen ...see more
I think it was around this time when we got very excited as a whale had been washed up on the beach, which brought a few people to look at it. Also there was a small theatre there called the Cozy Nook which we changed to the Nozy Cook, I wonder if it is still there and going?
We - that means my brothers and I - arrived at the home from Kent and although we were very small at the time we grew to know this as home. My best memories are of a Sister Esther who looked after us, and watching the TV which had just arrived, plus the very large and thick chocolate Easter egg which had been donated to the home. We knew a couple of boys called Patrick and Howard who were brothers. I am trying to find out what happened to the home after we left in 1958?
I was born in 5 Lower New Rank, Blaenavon in 1950 and went to the Garn School and left Blaenavon in 1962 for Kent. My dad was born there, Tommy David, does anyone remember us? I used to go to Bellis Cafe at the bottom of town, we though it was real cool.
We moved in 1948 and on return to visit friends my mother and I were told that someone we knew had "won the pools" and had "run off then with the barmaid from this pub". I believe he won only a couple of hundred because next year he had returned and life was as normal. Joan Battershill (was Norman)
I have never been to Gilberdyke, but I recall that my grandmother, Ivy Ruston, took her 2 younger daughters, Mabel and Dorothy, to lodge in Gilberdyke when the bombing began in Hull. My grandfather, Harry Ruston, a signals inspector on the LNER railway, knew someone connected with the railway in Gilberdyke who offered Ivy and the girls a safe home away from the bombing. If anyone has any recollections ...see more
I lived in the white houses up Union Hall Road as a lad growing up. I went to school at the bottom of Lemington (Infant) then next door to (I think it was called) Newburn Hall, then to Waverley Cres, then we moved up to Claremont County Secondary Modern School at the top of Claremont Avenue. I remember shopping with my mam at the bottom of Lemington where the Co-op was, we had all the shops - fruit, butchers, ...see more
In 1961 I got my first job after leaving school at S & R Smiths Garage on the Great South West Road. The owners were brothers Sydney and Raymond Smith. We called them Mr Ray and Mr Sid. I started in the stores department. It was a Ford dealers and sometimes I would be sent out on my bicycle to fetch parts from main Ford dealers. This could mean going as far as Staines or Twickenham. The stores manager was Pat, an ...see more
In this picture I can remember that on the left was W H Smith's, a bicycle shop and an Options on the corner of Colham Road. To the right between the two pubs many years earlier was Pat's Garage. In the picture we have the new railway bridge which was a great improvement from the old one. The old bridge was lower, narrower and only had one narrow foot path on the left. The vehicles came so close to you and ...see more
When I was about nine I spent a year in Harefield Hospital. When I arrived I was put into isolation for two weeks. The treatment included a penicillin injection twice a day. After isolation I was moved into a double room, and then allowed out of bed for two hours a day. This progressed until I was allowed out of bed most of the time. The ward was laid out in a kind of half circle with the office in the middle of the ...see more
I was born in 1947, so anyone that reads this of that era can relate to the great shopping and Barking people. You could never walk through the shops without seeing a friend or neighbour and through a child's eyes everything was 'right with the world'. My mum and I would have a cuppa and egg and cress roll in Woolworths, they had a cafe along the width of the shop at the far end. Does anyone remember it? Jimmy's ...see more
I remember the Palace cinema, Bill Evendon, Arthur Townsend, the butcher, theWhite family from "The Mount" where we tobogganed down when it snowed. I remember my friends from the Delaney family and old Ned Hugget's shop, Bruce's and Battles the baker. The Jarrets of Aynscombe Angle. My schools in Chislehurst Road and Charterhouse Road, my school friends from 1939 to 1949, so many memories. We now live in "Oz" but still come back from time to time.
I was born in Llandybie in 1945 at number 9 Woodfield Road. My mother and father were Bronwen and Harold Owen and I have two sisters and one brother. The only neighbours names I can recall are Mr and Mrs Tudge(?) although I don't remember them. My father was a miner in the Pencae pit as was my grandfather Tom Owen of Pentregwenlais. Across the road from the house was the playing fields and the river where ...see more
Across from The Angler Retreat in Cricket field Lane is the river Coln. Down the lane on your left you pass the West Drayton Cricket Club with the river on your right. Next to the cricket field is The Coln Park Caravan Site where I lived in 1952. After the war accommodation was scarce and many people lived in caravans, these were spread throughout the district on many small privately owned sites ...see more
My great grandfather - Charles Dale was living at Moreton Old Hall when this photograph was taken. His family, the Dales, had become tenant farmers for Moreton Old Hall in the 1860s and the Hall was the farmhouse that was provided. Thomas and Ann Dale had 15 children - Charles was the youngest, so the size of the Hall would have been greatly appreciated. I remember being told about secret doors and invisible ...see more
My father was born in Marlow and mother had already made 2 very good friends before she met and married him. As a result we as children (I was the eldest of 6) found it a wonderful haven to be welcomed at their home on countless occasions as we were growing up. We lived in London, each journey was an adventure going to stay in the 'country'. My first memory is being met at the station with Uncle and his bicycle ...see more
I remember waiting impatiently for the pool to open on May 2nd each year. The entrance was 2d, and 7/6d for a season ticket. There were always long queues on the first day of opening. I was 11-12 years old when I first could swim, learning on the river at Marlow bathing place which had been fenced off as a swimming centre. My favourite drink afterwards was hot oxo in the cafe there. As a ...see more
I was a pupil at St Johns Priory, and whilst I did not appreciate it at the time, it was an amazing start in life. The Nuns were incredibly strict so we all studied hard. Our classes were really small, by the time I left at the age of 11 I think we only had about 10 people in the year/class. The two Sisters that I remember have since died (I did get in contact with them only to find one had ...see more
I remember going to the Savoy Cinema that you can see on the corner of the High Street and Vine Street. This was about 1953, I was seven and went with my brother who was twelve. I had never been to the pictures without an adult before. I can’t remember the title of the film, but I know it had millions of ants on the move and eating everything in their path. There is a lock keeper who was supposed to open the lock ...see more
I was born in Portnahaven and so were my brothers, I still have a brother living there. We moved to the mainland but every summer we went over to Portnahaven, all my cousins would be there and then when we met the local kids at night we would all see how many of us would fit in the kiosk. Then we would go for a walk round the village, the lighthouse light would be going round and we would try to duck as ...see more
I travelled with Mr Moor, the miller, in this Ford van as he went from house to house selling grain food for chickens etc. I also paid a weekly visit to the mill which charged our accumulator acid battery that powered our wireless (radio). I recently visited the mill and spent an enjoyable hour being shown around and seeing an actual copy of the distress message sent out by the Titanic which Mr ...see more
My grandmother was born in Yackla, Wenvoe (the cottages near the Whitehall Quarry) in 19th January 1888 and was the daughter of Mary Morgan and George Jones and baptised on the 19th September 1888 at St. Mary's Church Wenvoe. Sometime around 1891, Annie Mabel was found living with her mother at the Whimms which overlooked Cardiff known later as Wimms Houses. It was a terrace of five houses. At the time of the ...see more
We used to climb the Golden Stairs when I was a s child. They seemed never ending. I bet they won't have changed much!
Hannah Pursey born November 23, 1828, Catcott was my great great grandmother. she married Robert Barnett on February 14, 1850 at Moorlinch, Somerset.
I'd have to work out the date, but around there. I moved to Newent from Wales and used to live in a nice little house just down from the Black Dog on the corner of Church Street, if anyone has photos before it was knocked down. I had some good friends in the Picklenash School, they probably won't remember me, the Welsh boy, Susan Kettle, Ginette Winterbottom but a few. Hope I didn't get the spelling ...see more
Opposite the post office at the end of the parade of shops was a dry cleaners owned by what I thought was a rather posh lady who would call me Poppet. My mother cleaned house for them and sometimes I would be taken along to keep me out of mischief. They had two boys that went to private school and were only home for school holidays. Though they were older than me I found they acted a bit young. ...see more
The front room of The Laurels used to be used as the pay office for the estate workers when they collected their weekly pay. The Estate Bailiff lived there, which is near to the Estate Yard, which really was the nerve centre of the Wenvoe Estate building operation. At the time the estate was owned by Mrs Laura Jenner, who died in 1935.
My mother worked in Lloyds in Holton Road. They had two shops, one which she usually worked in selling Lino, beds and furniture, and china etc. The other shop was the largest of the two and my mother used to shop there a lot. Entering this building on the right hand side was the men clothes, on the left hand side was a beautiful staircase built with lovely mahogany wood. Beside these stairs on the left, ladies ...see more
On the 24th May 1900, which was observed as a general holiday in honour of Queen Victoria's birthday and as a celebration of the relief of Mafeking, Cissie as a young child, was taken down to Barry Island, accompanied by her stepfather Joseph. She would have been amongst the 10,000 crowd who witnessed a grand display of fireworks on Barry Island where an ox was roasted, cut up and distributed to the town's poor.
Cissie's memories: I came to Barry in 1900. Holton Road was muddy and planks of wood were put down to enter the shops. We had a shop in 26 Holton Road, and later at the bottom of the block on spare ground Johnson's opened a portable theatre. They played drama and had a pantomine in which I took part as a chorus girl. On the other side of the road was a family called Langley. they lived in a caravan and had swings ...see more
Hi Guys and Gals, We moved to 19, Long Street in about 1967. Being townies from the new estate I suppose we were resented by the original villagers. Being a kid, I don't remember feeling this. We lived opposite the "Fletchers" on Long Street and they sort of took us townies to heart. I think that what a lot of the original villagers didn't realise was that this influx of "rich" people to their village was in ...see more
I used to come to Alverstoke with my mother, father and sister to visit my great aunt May Mackie from 1953-1970's. I used to love playing mini golf here with my family. I lived in Alverstoke for a year when we first arrived back from Southern Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) in !953 and lived with my Grandmother Mrs Violet Isabel Black. My relatives Mackies and Blacks lived in this area for quite a while and one relative Sir ...see more
Pearks was one of the first supermarkets in Wolverthampton to start trading. I worked there in 1962. My name was Marain Beech, I went on to marry a former work colleague, Chris Rutter. Cheese was cut up on the premises, and so wa bacon. Many happy times. Does anyone else remember working there? The supermarket was in Queen Street. Names I remember are Elsie, John Volmer, Diane Cassey, Maurice Joan, Mickey Cullen, John Mills. Manager was Mr Tustin.
As a child I spent many a happy summer holiday in the castle grounds. My aunt was cook at the castle and my uncle worked the land. From what I remember I think it was then owned by the Clutterbuck family. My aunt and uncle lived in the lodge just down the hill from the castle near the church. Somewear in the lake is a necklace belonging to my mum as my aunty and her used to go in the old rowing boat ...see more
I remember very well the local people of Pagham as a child growing up on Pagham Road, from the bakers in Nyetimber, George Marchants to Mr Warner the post master, the following down the road to Church Farm we had Simon and Andrew Grout (his dad was an electrician) to Donna and Paula Chuter. We had lots of fun playing football over the road with Robert Smith, my brother Robert and the Lambourns further up the road. Next to ...see more
I lived in Colwyn Bay as a child and have fond memories of The Dingle. It seemed like a magical place to a young child. Over the brook, which runs through The Dingle, there was a little bridge which led to a fortune teller's "cottage". I remember my mother paying her a visit when she was pregnant with my brother and as is so often the case, she was told that there would be a new life and the loss of an old life. At the ...see more
I was brought up on Abergwenlais Farm and went to Pontlliw Infants School. My family lived in Pontlliw for several generations.
We moved to Pentalardd in Carmarthenshire (near Llanybydder) when I was 15 years old. My parents had sold our home near Addlestone Surrey as we wanted to live on our own smallholding in the Welsh countryside. I worked on a farm, called Glantwelly Faur near Pencader, as my first real job. The farmer's name was David Owen. I only earned £5.00 a week in those ...see more
We moved to Pentalardd in Carmarthenshire (near Llanybydder) when I was 15 years old. My parents had sold our home near Addlestone Surrey as we wanted to live on our own smallholding in the Welsh countryside. I worked on a farm as my first real job, called Glantwelly Faur near Pencader. The farmer's name was David Owen. I only earned £5.00 a week in those days but it I really enjoyed that ...see more
I was broutht up at 16 Bentangval with my grandfather Phoom, also my grandmother. I have great memories. I believe the house has now been knocked down and a new house is there now. I have not been there for 33 years.
Anyone living in Earith before 1970 will know my name, not because of me, but through my father, Don Guymer, and my mother Beryl. Dad was known because of the haulage firm he used to run out of the house in the High Street. What I would dearly love is to find some photos of the house as it used to be, not as it is now, a bungalow. If there is ANYONE who has any pics of the OLD SCHOOLMASTER'S HOUSE, ...see more
Many hours were spent playing on the hills around this area. In the centre of the picture is a mound, we called it the Tump, it was the excavation from the cutting and it was made into a feature with three seats or benches for walkers to enjoy a rest and admire the views over Herefordshire.
My family moved to Blyth in the early 1950s, leaving in 1959, just before everything seemed to go wrong. We had the Traveller's Rest pub at the junction of Regent Street and Thompson Street. On the other corner was Jack Turnbull's corner shop and further up, where the road takes a sharp turn, was a Co-op where the money was sent in a pod along a rail to the cashier who sent it back with the ...see more
In the late 1950s we had a couple of holidays in Bracklesham bay, which was then a tiny, but growing village. I had never seen shops which were the equivalent of wooden shacks mounted on bricks. There were some modern bits; the post office/newsagent had recently opened, and new shops were being completed across the street. My Uncle George ran one of Henleys(?) shops; the one with the hardware and ...see more
Our family, that is father Stan, mother Eve and five of we children moved in 1952 to this shop from our farm in North Devon. We were a general store, delivering papers and general goods to the surrounding area. After helping Dad for a year in the shop I was fortunate in securing a apprenticeship as a compositor on The Somerset County Gazette newspaper in Taunton. I think we sold the shop in about 1956 to ...see more
Between Harrow Weald and Hatch End is "Old Redding" - a hilly rural lane with glorious ancient beech woods on both sides of the lane. It is notorious for its connection with The Grimsdyke Hotel where Gilbert of Gilbert and Sullivan fame met his death in a drowning tragedy. It is also famous for its reputation among local young people who congregate in the car park for different ...see more
Just before her death I went to Barmouth with my Step-Grandmother, it was her Birthplace, and was a grand town. Her maiden name was Agnes Adams, if there are any people by name of Adams in Barmouth, I'd love to make contact and exchange family history.
"Uncle Griff" was Griffith Breeze, originally from Oswestry, but lived in Abergele with his daughter Thelma - he wasn't actually a relative, I think he may have been brought up with my Step-Grandmother Agnes Jones (nee Adams.) I lived in Liverpool and would visit "Uncle Griff" at Oswestry and Abergele - he was such a lovely gentleman, probably in his 80's when I last saw him. Abergele was a nice place. I would love to contact any of his descendents.
There were 2 ferries in the mid-1950s when I was about 12. Clarke's as in the photo was a chain ferry and the cost was tuppence - ie 2 pence. The other ferry, Wilson's, opposite the church was pole driven and cost 1 penny. Some years later I joined the Young Conservatives - we used many of the Thames Street pubs for our meetings including The Flower Pot, Magpie, White Horse and Phoenix. In those days there was an open air ...see more
My paternal grandparents, by the name of Goodliffe, lived in a house called The Robins, on Old House Road, Balsham. (Both of which are still there, although the house has been extended somewhat and modernised. Mind you, it certainly needed modernising. Even as late as the early 1960s, when my widowed grandmother eventually died, it still had an earth closet for a toilet - outside in an unlit little shed! With its ...see more
Just out of Trumpington, on the road to Grantchester, was the entrance to an area known as Byron’s Pool, named after Lord Byron who apparently frequented the area whilst at Cambridge University. Probably hoping to find somewhere discrete to make his next sexual conquest from what I’ve read about him since. Once through the clapper gate you made your way through an area of rough woodland that was ...see more
This picture shows St Mary Church which extended from west to east between Edinburgh Road (previously named Dock Wall Street), and James Street. It might have been taken from the top of The Column in Ker Street. The long building extending from north to south was the ropery where my Aunt Blanch worked at the turn of the twentieth century. The Dock Yard wall, which remains to this day, can be seen as if ...see more
When I was five years old , Mum Dad and me moved to Bubwith in to a house by the Derwent called Riversleigh. My memories are many and varied from the five years I lived there. The house opposite used to be flooded each year and the folk who lived their just moved their belongings up to the first floor. We were more fortunate as the water did not reach the house just laid in the lower ...see more
I was born at Edgware General in 1974 and lived on Church Lane in Kingsbury (not far from the Express Dairy) until 1994. My friends and I used to go to the pool as much as we could before it closed down and was filled in. I remember how dangerous it could be, I constantly cut myself on the concrete edging at the poolside and the changing rooms downstairs had the slipperiest ...see more
The shop behind where the car is parked used to belong to my mother, Freda Davies who still lives in Worksop. She took over from the Wards and the Hopkinsons took over from us. I lived at this shop for several years whilst I attended King Edward V1 Grammar School at Retford. I well remember the immediate surroundings of this photograph. The shop next door used to belong to the Padleys and the Fisher family ...see more
In 1948 I started my career as a Mining Engineer working as a miner at Bill Wharton's barytes mine on Long Fell and worked there for three months, living in lodgings at Rose Cottage in Hilton, before leaving to commence my studies at the Camborne School of Mines. Bill, who lived with his wife at Townhead Cottage, was quite a character and one of my first mentors; he employed about 10 of us, some from ...see more
David Mills lived at #3, I lived at #11. Mansell Grifthiths, Dianna Lucas, Jean Jackson, Mary Quin all lived on the same street. I ended up in Vancouver. What happened to everyone?
My brother and I were born in 1931, the only twins in the village at that time (Elwyn and Eifion Goss). Bryn Seion was always in our sight whenever we went to the shops on the square. The first stop was to the Co-op which was situated obout 50 yards to the right of the chapel. In between the chapel and the Co-op was the bank which was housed in the front room of Rock House where the Jones family lived. In the house ...see more
I went to Richmond Grammar from 1963 to 1969. I left the area shortly after that and have only recently returned to North Yorkshire. I'm currently trying to get in touch with many of my old school friends. It's great to see this picture!
In 1979 my then boyfriend and I viewed Brightwells Cottage in The Square at Sutton Scotney. It was, to put it bluntly, a hovel ... mud floors, lead covered wiring, an Elsan Toilet and holes in the thatch, but we loved it. The lady who was selling the place was at that time living in a care-assisted bungalow in South Wonston, we'd made an offer through the estate agents but had been rejected. On visiting her ...see more