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This place has not changed in nearly 100 years. I lived here for 15 years. The houses were originally built for Billings (the printers) workers All of the houses had an equal share in the green at the front, there was a committee and we all paid subs. We used to have a man who cared for the shared area called Mr Percy Lemon. We used to close the gates at both ends to stop cars from driving in when the children were playing on the green.
My Great Aunt stayed in Holly Garth and we visited her frequently as children during the 1970's early 80's, I have many, many happy memories of times spent in the beck, herding ducks and Suggit's ice cream, the best on the planet. We spent many hours walking up High Street to the High Green, walking up to Captain Cook's Monument and up Roseberry. My Gran (Laura Armstrong as was) and Grampa used to take us down, they are ...see more
Sandwich Town relied on its toll money taken on the bridge, which was used purely for the town's benefit alone and it became wealthy over the years because of it. During the 1960s I think it was, Sandwich came under the jurisdiction of Dover and was asked to hand over the money in its coffers at the turnover. The Town Councillors decided that this was not to be and put it to the townspeople what they wanted them to do ...see more
I lived at 31 East View, from 1956 until I went to college. I was the son of Edgar Howells and Myfannwy [in fact they were my guardians from 1956 onwards]. My story really unfolded big style in 1992-2001, and I made some fantastic discoveries.The story can be found on HTTP://art-science.com/agfhs/d_auer.html Dave Howells.
I have no memories of Willesborough as I visited it for the first time on 26.8.08. My reason for visiting was that I was trying to find where my grandparents once lived, and surprise surprise it's still there, 105 The Street. Their names were Thomas Alfred Barton and his second wife Flossie May Foster. This was Thomas's second wife, his first wife Kate Elizabeth Butcher was my mother's mother, her name was Daisy ...see more
I have no memories of Corton, I was born there on sept 2nd 1959 @ Rogerson Hall, that is all I know. I did visit this year for about 1 hr as I was in the area but would like to know more about Rogerson Hall and if anybody was around at that time it would be great to here from you, thanks.
My father (Robert Summers born Dec 1916) was 6 months old when his father was killed in Ypers. A few years later my gran remarried a miner, James MacLachlan, an ex Cameronian. My father told me a story of how, during the strike and at the age of 5 or 6, he came home from school to see the village people crowded on the street shouting and cheering. He saw his mother, holding his baby brother in her arms and wrapped in a ...see more
During 1956/57 my parents lived at Oldington, off the Bridgnorth road and my local school was at Worfield. I was 6 years old at the time and attended the school there with my older cousins, Olive, Micheal and Alan Woodifled. We were picked up by the bus at the top of the lane and it chugged its smoky way down to the school in Worfield. I loved it there. Such a cosy, intimate place. The most memorable thing ...see more
Not a memory, but a mention of my ancestor great great great uncle Elijah Mecklenburgh, born 1837 at Bradfield and died 1913 in Maldon. All I know about him was that he lived at Ravens Farmhouse in Woodham Walter in 1871, and that he had connections to the Old Rodney Pleasure grounds. I have no idea what the pleasure grounds were, or even if they still exsist, so seeing this photo with reference to the Rodney was great, but if anyone can add any memories, it would be even better.
I was three when we moved to Muswell Hill in 1951. My parents had both been in the forces and it was difficult to find accommodation for a family. My grandmother knew a Mr. Wood, he was a judge. His son and daugther-in-law had recently moved into their own home and Mr. Woods wife was dead. He was apparently in need of a live in housekeeper and part-time handy man and offered the ...see more
1948 was the year I was born. My parents were living in Twickenham at the time. My mother was admitted to The Bearsted in Hampton Wick and I was born there. It stands only about 100 yards from Hampton Court Palace front gate, in the road directly opposite. It was apparently a VERY hot summer! This summer I went back to Hampton, as part of a 60th birthday treat my husband organised for me and found the ...see more
This was the entrance to Parkstone Girls' Grammar school where I went from 1956, with Miss Allen as headmistress, until we moved to the present site in Sopers Lane in, I think, 1960 or 61, when these buildings were taken over by Ashley Cross Secondary School. The carved doors in the centre of the front were featured on the cover of the school magazine. Behind the little door to the right, which I don't ...see more
We were bombed out in Cardiff during the blitz in Cardiff and my father got us a house in Porthcawl. We lived on Mackworth Road. I have many happy memories of those days. I went to New Road School and then to the senior school, now a comprehhensive I think. I left Porthcawl in 1953 but still try and get back to Porthcawl every year for a short break, I wonder if any of the people I schooled with or spent my teenage years ...see more
Our family lived at Jackson Brow in Pott Shrigley. We were living in No. 2 when the war was declared in 1939 and we listened to this on an old Lissen radio which required two dry batteries and one wet accumulator to run. A year later we moved to No. 1 which was the house at the front. (It has been modernized from our days when it was a 2up/2down with no running water, no electricity and the 'petty', a good old ...see more
I worked as a tech rep for Rylands, Whitecross, Warrington and I stayed at The Hollies, Mevagissey every six weeks. Mr Jackson was the owner, "Jacko". His daughter was married to a local fisherman. During one visit I arranged for a wire rope to be collected for the fishermen's Co-Operative from British Rope At Par . For that action the Co-Operative made me an Associate Member of the Fishermen's Social Club. I ...see more
I have fond memories of the church as I got married in May 1973. I will never ever forget the beautiful atmosphere inside. I keep saying I will go back and visit it but I do not know if it still open and being used, can anyone tell me? Kind regards PAULEEN
My dad grew up in Bilsborrow in the house next door to the White Bull pub. I spent many a happy day at my nanna and granddad's house. My nanna used to be a cook at Bilsborrow Primary School and my granddad was a bus driver. They were very involved with the community. Our first born son is buried with my grandparents in St Hilda's. I love the place, it is peaceful and beautiful. When I visit to put flowers on our son's grave we always eat at the Roebuck.
I know the above scene well! I attended the Knole Park house - now sadly demolished - which was then a boarding school, St. Catherine's. One weekend we went on a day trip to the shore of the Severn.......fascinating place. Would love to go sometime and spend a night at the Old Bowl Inn. I understand that St.Mary's in Lower Almondsbury is now a closed church.........I remember walking down the hill on numerous ...see more
I remember climbing onto the roof of the Grammar School - I was in the fifth form, so this would be 1964 or 1965 - and scratching my name on the slates there, underneath my dad's name. He must have done it about 1932. And organising a Review when I was in the sixth form, with the money raised going towards building the original Leeds Playhouse, up by the University gym. Best of all was the rugby team; played 24, ...see more
I signed up for the Territorial Army and was posted to the Royal Corps of Signals in 1967. but after serving for two years in the Manchester area I relocated to London and - just my luck - one of my first annual camps with my new 39th Signal Regiment was back up north in Scarborough! The barracks were just about OK but the off duty hours were spent in the surrounding glorious ...see more
The Staverton Playing Fields were the location for the Elizabethan Fayre on August Bank Holiday Monday. Lots of entertainment was arranged including a jazz band, the Babelfish Ceilidh Band, Dog Racing, Punch and Judy, the South Hams Dog Agility team, and the Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers. I was there with my piano accordian to provide some music for the dancers and I think my job providing music was a ...see more
I lived in the house immediately behind "the big tree" from 1973-1975. I was only 8 or 9 years old and have fond memories of climbing in the lower reaches of that tree. I have a photo my parents took of the tree in the winter, and one can see how massive the tree's upper branches and trunk were in spite of having been severely cut back over the years. I last saw the tree in 1977 on a visit to East ...see more
I was born in 1933 and went to live in Broadford Bridge in 1937. There were two village shops, ours incorporated the Post Office. No electricity and when butter was required for the shop it was down in the well to keep it cool. The Bacon was in a metal box hanging in the tree. When the war started my father was called up in 1939 leaving my mother to run the shop. The helpful postman delivered all the papers ...see more
This is the best place in Devon to be. I still get excited when I hear and see the steam train. My sisters and I came to Goodrington when we were very young and I still come every year. We love this place so much we have a beach hut here and am hoping to move here in the near future. The park use to be packed with flowers and lights in the trees with all colours red, green, orange, yellow and blue. The same used to ...see more
I remember Kings fish and chip shop in Uxbridge Street, it's now a Chinese takeaway, also Trabulis Cafe, soup and exra bread for 8d (old money). In the 60s we used to go for our dinner when I was at Littleworth Boys School (now Kingsmead Tech College), also the Anbatina Cafe in Market Street next to the Lichfield Laundry, all knocked down now and replaced by a bookies, an off license and bank. Also the indoor market. ...see more
My name is Dennis Nurden, I have a twin sister Valerie, we lived in Sunningdale Ave when Murex sports ground was there. Though not born there we did all our schooling there and left when we were about 18yrs old. At school I did paper rounds and worked on Saturdays in Castle Sports, the shop left in photo. My father Sydney Edward Nurden and his family were from Rainham and some are still living ...see more
This was the year I left PC school to go to High School. I have immensely fond memories of school life here and the wonderful teachers, Mrs Cosier, Mrs Brady and Head Teacher Mrs Bruce. Lining up outside every morning for team games before school. doubtless to wake us up! The whole school chanting our times tables in unison which I think should be mandatory today in all primaries. It works. ...see more
As a family we moved to 10 Lavender Hill in 1948, dad managed the butcher shop, Dewhursts, before that it was Chalks. One side was the fish shop Hitchcocks and the other side Maplesden the funeral parlour. Our back 'yard' opened on to Beaufoy Road, it had the chip shop to our right and on the left garages where the hardware shop people in Queenstown Road stored vehicles (Fordson truck and BSA combination). When I ...see more
The David Morgan Dept store left of picture was one of the few privately owned Dept Stores in the U.K. This store sadly closed down in 2006 and is now being refurbished and made into apartments and smaller shops.
I was born in Sandleaze, Worton in 1957. I was brought up at 1 Mill Road near the Marston boundary. I remember many things about the village especially the Rose and Crown Pub and the Mill. I remember with pride the war memorial which stood outside the library hall proudly dispalying the name of my uncle Raymond Glen Whitton Henly who died during WWII. The church was quaint if I recall correctly with ...see more
My paternal grandparents, William Harris and Millie Bray were married here 30th July 1921 No idea why they chose this church, although beautiful, they were living in Garston Avenue at the time and there are several churches closer than Wolborough
I spoke to my Dad last night to share what I found on Cholderton. He grew up in the Cholderton Post Office building in the 20's. He also lived in the cottages in the laneway that leads to St. Nicholas Church. He described it to a tee and was very excited. His name is Cyril Jenkinson and his parents were Edith and Wilfrid Jenkinson. They ran the post office for many years.
I didn't live in Tollesbury but my in-laws' ancestors were the Rose family, James and Charlotte, born 1807 and 1809. He was an agricultural labourer and his children were Ann, Mehetebel, George, Susan, Thomas, maybe Isaac who married Kezia Woods. If anyone knows of any descendants or anything about the family I would be very interested. Vicki Manning
I was born in Withington Hospital and brought up for many years in Baguley Hall, I always remember the good times where all the children and the parents came out to play as one, no nastiness, no keep up with the Jones, we all helped each other, also if your parents were out or late, you could always go to the neighbours and wait (safely), one neighbour was I think called John, he was to me a mountain of a man with very ...see more
This quiet village street, that could at times be busy with traffic, was the scene of frenetic energy once a week. It was on the day the wives from the naval married quarters at Taranto Hill collected all the kids, walked past the church, over the river bridge, and came into the Post Office, on the left hand side of your picture, to collect the allotment money. There was much to see on the way. The garage owner was an ...see more
Our journey to Mickleton started when we arrived at Chipping Campdon, there was no one to meet us, we, my mother, an aunt and I were taken to the local police station where we stayed the night. Next morning we boarded a dear little bus, complete with little curtains at the windows, this took us to Mickleton, where my mother and aunt had positions with the Land Army. The houses occupied were Medford ...see more
My father was John Henry Williamson known as Harry. He lived with his father John William Williamson and mother Ada Florence nee Rylatt. My mother Florence Thorpe Catton was from Yorkshire and met Dad at Metheringham Feast. The family lived in Burton Pedwardine at the time of my parents marriage in 1933 and Harry and Florence went to live with John and Ada Williamson for the first few years. They had ...see more
My father Albert F. Bassford was born in 1923 in Bolton upon Dearne although he always thought it was spelled Bolton on Durn. I am assuming that since we couldn't find it spelled the way he thought it must be this spelling. He spoke of a girl his age that he played with every day, her family owned a little pub there. When he was being sent overseas to fight WWII he had a lay over in England and went to ...see more
My father, Carl Leopold Stanton, grew up in Harrow Weald and left, with his family, for Australia in 1948 on the ship The Ranchi. Growing up, we would hear our father's many stories of life in London in the second world war. I grew up in Australia but now live in London and would love to get in touch with anyone who knew my father and his family. Sadly, my father died a few years ago.
Lots of my relatives and friends are buried in the churchyard here. I was christened here by Rev Woodcock who had married my parents. I believe that he may have also christened me in 1955. I sang in the choir with Mr Foot as choirmaster until I moved South in 1970. I remember spiking the balcony with the Union Jack flagpole at Church Pararde when I was in 1st Lydiate Guides!
My Godfather, Peter Jones's parents owned the Scotch Piper. I remember being told about the oak tree which actually grew up through the bar area. I went to primary school just along the way at Lydiate CE where I had the most fantastic time. I was Lydiate Rose Queen 1965-66 before movine south to Hampshire when I was 15.
I also have memories of St. Joseph's I, along with my sister & brother were placed there. We had an aunt at the convent she was Mother Hilary. Sr Cecilia was in charge of the girls and I love her to this day. She was a very creative artistic nun. While everything was not like a typical home, we were well fed, well educated and well looked after. Can't speak for the boys though. I remember being in the ...see more
I completed several training tours with 39th Signal Regiment and later 10th Signal Regiment at Shorncliffe around 1970. I recall setting up a "bivvy" in the training area for a whole week one frosty November on a "Detachment Commanders Course". The rough and ready camping aspect and appalling weather was no problem as I had previous experience with the Scouts. What I did find tough was the ...see more
My memories are of Okenden in the early days, my father was born there and was from a family of 11 children, he was called Arthur Oakley, he lived there when the local bobby walked the streets pushing his pushbike, and if he did any wrong he got clipped around the ear. He worked at Ham River Quarry where he used to take me and show me all the places he spent time as a child, so when I visited there there was always ...see more
Just go down Stakes Hill Rd. to where Gino's the hairdresser is situated and the next door semi was the home and business address of A.Olding Painter's & Decorators est. 1880. The Olding's were an old established Waterlooville familly going back generations and if painting and decorating was required it was to this address you called. Hard to imagine now that these two semi detached properties ...see more
My sister and I, Margaret and Maureen Grieve, were evacuated to Brynamman. I lived with Nellie, Stanley and Menna Thomas in the then new council houses. My sister stayed with the Pughs in Faifield House. My brothers joined us, Ken went to Station Rd and David to Mountain Rd. Mr and Mrs Mounford were our head master and mistress. I can remember the school burning down which we evacuees shared with the Welsh children. ...see more
My family used to visit Metheringham regularly to vist my mother's aunt. Her name was Nellie Garrick and she lived in Lime Tree Avenue (I think that is the right name). She was married to Jack Garrick. We used to go on a Friday night. Dad would go to the pub and we would stay at Great Aunty Nellie's house. We would always have fish and chips. Each year we would visit Metheringham Feast. I used to love the ...see more
I was born in Tythby in 1948. Rose Cottage on the Cross Roads of Tythby. Church on one corner, Miss Cox's house on another and Bagleys's farm on the other. The youngest of the eight Williamsons. Ours was a full household but I have happy memories of it. Listen with Mother came on the radio at 1.45pm. Mum said I used to tell her to be quiet while washing up so that I could listen the the two nursery ...see more
I was born in Tynemouth, in Percy Park, the road leading down to the sea by the Grand Hotel. In 1956, I began at Tynemouth Prep. School, now The Kings School, in Huntington Place. I live in Hampshire now, but, I have been back to Tynemouth several times and have always been delighted that so little has changed. Long may it remain so. I am Tony Brown.
My father was in the Navy and we lived at Ferry Inn during 1952. There were three other families living there, the Thorntons and the Burtons. The Burtons were related to Shackleton, the explorer. My father and his colleagues travelled to and from HMS Jupiter by launch and we children used to meet them in a dinghy, although they needed only to step ashore wothout our help. We saw the Battleship King ...see more
I was born in 1941. We lived at 4 Brook Row (where the public toilets are now). My family Arthur and Alice Mudge and myself Valerie Mudge. During the war, my dad, well known as Doll...was the village policeman. I was best friends with Stanley Fritter, who lived at 3 Brook Row with his family, his dad Arthur also known as Sweat and his mum Beattie. He has 2 sisters, Sheila and Pam. My Auntie Grace and Uncle ...see more
I remember when I first moved to Aveley, I was 7 years old. My nan lived in the prefabs and my mother, brother and myself moved in with her until they were demolished when I was eight years old. Then we moved into Hall Avenue, most of my friends lived all around me and we all started Love Lane School together although I was a year older than the other kids in my class. We used to go to the youth club to see the ...see more
My family moved to Brampford Speke in 1972 when I was two and we moved away in the summer of 1977 to Bristol. We lived in the bungalow opposite the village pub. I went to the village school and spent most of the time down by the river. I learnt to swim in the river too. I remember the hot summers when everyone would go by the river, also the Silver Jubilee when we all went in fancy dress, playing skittles in the pub ...see more
This scene has little changed although there has of course been the cliff landslip.The white railings on the right hand side of the picture enclose the dinghy maintainance/storage area of the Alexader Yacht Club. Perhaps a more accurate title for the picture would be to call it the WESTERN ESPLANADE. We were married in 1960. I was then in the Navy and we were facing a separation of fifteen months as I had been ...see more
I am entering these memories on behalf of my mother in law - Patricia Ross (nee Bolter) Running to meet Dad, just a young man, in uniform for the first time coming home to show us in pride. Providing for the family had been difficult, even tried sweeping snow. I have listened to "The Little Boy That Santa Clause Forgot" could only cry "I don't want my Dad to go ...see more
My Mum, Eileen Waight, walked past Restall's on her way to school c1928. Her mother bought her groceries at the store.
In the photo of Mickleover Village 1955, things still hadn't changed by 1965 when my mum used to walk us to the village most days to buy food. I remember there was a shop keeper regularly standing in the doorway on the right of the photo. The shop to the left of that, with the bike outside was the Co op, which was the biggest food store in Mickleover back then - way before Hillards arrived (now Tesco's I ...see more
I started my conscription service training In Yeovil, if I remember correctly the camp I trained at was called Houndstone Camp. I have very fond memories of the camp, and the friends I made in the RASC company we were in. I also have enjoyable memories of Yeovil village, we had some great times there. Being a northen lad living in a smoky industrial town, moving down to Yeovil was like moving into another world. I went ...see more
This could be my mother and me! I was 5 in 1951 and remember visiting the pond to 'feed the ducks'. The common became a wonderful playground durig my childhood, everything from 'the wild west' to 'army battlefields'. It was safe, we would spend all day playing without fears or worries. The important thing was to avoid the 'Parkie' (Park Keeper), what a memorable age.
I was born in Ryther in 1956 in the house that my parents still live in on Mill Lane. I have lots of happy memories of my school days at the primary school which has now been converted into a house. We had lots of adventures especially in the floods which happened every year then. The milkman used to come in a boat to bring us milk. My father now 81 years and mother 89 years are the oldest residents in the village ...see more
Probably more years than just 1910. My Grandmother Rose Smith (nee Holloway) grew up here. She was one of 10 children to John and Alice Holloway. She met my Grandfather, Sidney Fraser Smith, who was a Sergeant Instructor in Small Arms at the Barracks nearby. When she lived here the Holloway family had a pet black sheep, a monkey, ducks and chickens, with many fruit trees in the orchard, which is ...see more
Please could any one in Kings Somborne let me know who to contact regarding my family history. I have a family tree that dates back to 1781. My decendents were from Kings Somborne. I have names from that time and would very much like to find out more.i.e. if my ancestors are buried in your village. If they are that would be very exciting for me and the rest of my family, who are spread ...see more
My elder brother, Alan Crook, and I were evacuated from Sheffield during the blitz of, I think, 1941. We stayed, as far as I can recall, in a large house, I believe the Manse, attached to the Church. (St. James ?). I was about 6 at the time so my memories are a little hazy ! We were looked after by the Vicar, and his housekeeper who was very kind to us. The vicar had a ...see more
1794 The year my direct ancestor was born in Bisley. It was not until I found my connection with him that I discovered that my roots started there. Abraham Davis for that was his name, was born, lived, married and came to a untimely end in the Bisley area. His death occurred on the 29th September 1851 when he accidentally fell in the canal at Rodborough and drowned. I am ...see more
This is a photograph of two tramcars, Nos 6 & 7, at the passing loop above the Great Orme Mines. They are painted in the Dark Ochre livery which was only used for a few years after the upper line's opening in 1903. The haulage cables are clearly visible, these being of seven eigths of an inch diameter. They roll above ground on 12 inch sheaves and are guided by 'top hat' ...see more
The Great Orme Tramway is split into an upper and lower section at Halfway station. This photo is taken on the lower section at the middle passing place, situated on Ty Gwyn Road just above Black Gate. At this point, car 4 takes the outer rails to pass car 5 which passes on the hillward side. The roadway here is 'pinched' [ie it suddenly narrows] and has on occasion been the scene of ...see more
This is the old mill on the banks of the River Avon at Bathampton. It may have been operational at this time but by 1930 it was labelled as disused.
This is a view of the Bathampton Tea Gardens which occupied the old buildings of Bathampton Mill, and the picture is taken from Bathampton Bridge. On the O.S. Somerset sheet XIV Revision of 1930 with additions in 1938. The buildings were bought by my Uncle and Aunt, Stan and Gwen Burge, in 1933, using money given to them by Stan's brother Alec who had a winning ticket on the Calcutta sweepstake. In spite of ...see more
This view is a photograph just in front of the Ferryboat Inn at Shaldon - a popular haunt for the sailors and oarsmen taking part in the annual Shaldon Regatta. As part of the week long programme of entertainments there was an evening of morris dancing and mumming by the Ferryboat Inn. It was a warn and dry August evening and crowds filled the tables on the beach in front of the Inn waiting for the entertainments ...see more
Towards the end of the Second World War my parents met and married while on active service in Egypt. As soon as my mother knew she was expecting me, the Royal Air Force sent her back to England on a troopship and she was welcomed by her mother-in-law who she had never previously met! They had a flat together in Walm Lane Cricklewood so when it was time for me to enter the world they found a ...see more
My family lived in Hillingdon from the beginning of ww2 until 1953 when we moved from Biggin Hill. Our first home was a top floor flat in Pinewood Ave which was not ideal for a family with 4 children and then Grandmother descended on us with her 2nd husband. Amazing to think of todays children being prepared to share a bedroom with 3 others, however when child no. 5 came along we moved to Evelyn ...see more
I was born in Norheads Lane before ww2 but sadly had to leave at the outbreak of war. The bungalow I was born in was called Burghill and my grandparents lived nearby at a house called Sheridan which has now been replaced by townhouses as far as I know. I also had relatives further down Norheads Lane. I haven't been down there again for many years and even the last time in 1980's it had changed beyond recognition. I ...see more
I moved to Osterley from Hounslow in 1969 aged 5. Earliest memories include Mrs Thomas's sweet shop, the greengrocer shop and the fish van that I had to buy cheap fish from for our 2 cats. Riveting stuff eh?! Spent many happy hours playing in Jersey (rock) Gardens and visited there earlier this year. Not a lot had changed although the tennis courts were in a terrible state(and we wonder why we can't produce a decent tennis ...see more
1948 was the year I was born and lived at 39 Taylor Street, ajacent to Thornley Crescent, School Street, Garden Street and John Street. In 1953 I attended the Thurnscoe Infants School on Houghton Road straight across from Stone Brothers garage I remember that some of the teachers were called Miss Davidson, Miss James and Miss Rose and the Headmistress Mrs Brown. 1955 came around and I moved up the road ...see more
The caravan site on Lime Kiln Lane in Brid is still flourishing - I had no idea it had been there so long! We are fortunate enough to have a place there for our grandchildren to enjoy the full benefits of the sea-side. Its a very happy place.
Penhale Camp is situated towards the northern end of Penhale Sands and the Ministry of Defence owns this which is used as an army training area. In the summer of 1969 I had just transferrred to 39th Signal Regiment and was billeted at this camp which I remember as really great! Excellent summer weather helped of course. Off duty hours allowed time for sand, sea and surfing!! Our ...see more
Butchers Coppice. The site is still in good use by Scouts, the facilities have been vastly improved. We hear the Scouts from my house enjoying themselves, no matter what the weather.
My family purchased and converted an old single decker bus for us to have holidays in. It was parked on a small piece of land opposite the church. An old Gypsy caravan was parked just inside the gate to the land, I was told that it had to be burned as it was so rotten and infested! I can remember as a very small child staying in the bus and fishing in the stream which ran next to the land we were on. My family used to walk ...see more
I was so pleased to come across a site talking about 'my' family village of Hessenford. I was also evacauated to Hessenford with my mum and spent my 1st birthday there. This was the first of many August holidays with my Great Aunt Dorah and Great Uncle Dick (known as Farmer & Mrs Nicholls but who's surname was actually Nicholas) who were the tenant farmers of Hessenford Farm. The white porch of the farmhouse is ...see more
My father had holidays in Heacham in the 1920s. I visited as a young boy in the 1950s staying in an old railway carriage on the beach side of the station. My favourite activity was sitting by the station and watching the trains, rather than going to the beach. Mostly these were hauled by D16s - what a pity none have been preserved. What a pity the line to Hunstanton was closed in less enlightened times - it ...see more