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My Parents George and Phyllis Stroud ran the Hotham Club in Waterloo Place, noe the RAFA Bognor HQ. On leaving National Service I woked as a welder at Lec Refrigeration and then as a Theatre Porter at the War Memorial Hospital. Had a flat above the Hydrotherapy Pool and was in charge of the Mortuary as well. So if the bell rang in the middle of the night, up I got, opened the Mortuary and got the ...see more
I was stationed at RAF Coltishall and earned money working weekends at the Heartsease Pub on the Heartsease Estate where the Norwich footballers drank! I met a lovely girl called Joy Collings who lived in Portersfield Road, and fell madly in love and we became an item. Unfortunately, due to a posting to Berlin in 1968, absence did not make the heart grow fonder for Joy and we broke up. I will always remember her with ...see more
I mind o' the days when I would walk from Byron Street up Den Walk past Jordan Terrace, ower the bawbee brig - is it still there? I went tae the shows wi' hauf a croon an' went on everything - we had great days. I have been in England a lot o' years and am 73 noo. A' went to Crossroads School, if anybody minds o' Pat Whelan.
I lived in the house the other side of the trees on the right hand side of the picture. 1963-1981.
My father (Bill) worked on the farm which was adjacent to the golf course.
We often had golf balls through our kitchen window and over the high wall which enclosed our garden. A bit worrying when you think there is a road between the course and our house . Eventually the course layout was ...see more
My name is Pat Whelan, born 1936.
10 Byron Street was one of the first houses added to Den Walk. I went to Crossroads School alongside Jim Webster, Jock Mears and some names I forget. Also in Byron Street were the Carrols, Gallaghers
and Mckinnells.
When we went to Simon Crescent we were fair game as strangers, and were attacked in good fun. We got them back when they came to our street. ...see more
When I was a lad, my mum would take me shopping in Folkestone's town centre. Probably to Sainsbury's in Sandgate Road, Timothy Whites, etc.
Being that we lived Wood Avenue area, we would walk down Dover Road & into Tram Road, eventually arriving at what is now the car park at the bottom of Tram Road.
We'd spend time watching some guy selling stuff from the back of a lorry. That could be boring, ...see more
I have many fond memories of Bodiam and the Castle, from when I was 1 year old in 1943, until I was 15. Along with dear Mum and my two sisters, our whole extended family on my mum's side consisting of several families would move to Bodiam, to our tin huts to go hop picking.
We used to pile into a number of open backed lorries for the journey which used to go through the Blackwall tunnel and along the A21 to East Sussex ...see more
I remember Bedfords from my childhood. When I was about 12 years old my friends and I used to cycle to Bedfords Park from nearby Elm Park, about 7 miles away. Bedfords Mansion as we used to call it, was being used as a Natural History Museum and had numerous stuffed animals and birds all said to be from the local area. Next to it there was and still is a deer pen with numerous deers. Sadly Bedfords was ...see more
I was 5 years old when the Second World War started. My father Alec Lawlor and mother Thirza Booty Lawlor along with my little brother Brian and myself were living in Bristol, West England at the time. Then my dad joined the RAF so my mother elected to go back to Stondon Massey with her family and to live with my grandparents, Bert and Alice (Brace) Booty. Their home was located about ...see more
The shop on the left was, from 1900 to 1950, a sweet shop and newsagents.
First owned by Fennel and Means, two single ladies. Then the Coxs bought it and moved the shop across the road to the right of the picture. Then it was a barber's shop, violin maker's shop and now it's owned by an Eel Catcher and Willow merchant.
The terrace was built in 1774.
I lived at 19 Church St, Willington Quay, just beside the ballast hills. My dad George worked at Cooksons, so we lived in company house - very big and quite grand.
We had no electricity in those days but it never bothered us. We had a wireless, windy-up gramaphone, and the ability to amuse ourselves. It was a very friendly place to live - no one locked doors and I often used to visit the lucky ...see more
When I was about 10 / 11 years old our entire class, along with many other classes left Garelochhead Primary School, wound our way through Bendarroch Park, all crossed the road as uniformly as Mr Richmond (teacher) was able to manage; there was always a number of straggling wee boys, myself included. We strode past the Gibson Hall, past the houses on the shore, and onto the shore wall, and there it was. The biggest ...see more
About the time that this photo was taken the fence on the left hand side of the road was demolished in the middle of the night. An obviously tired local Member of Parliament, for the adjoining constituency, had fallen asleep at the wheel. My parents helped him out. Fortunately he was not badly hurt. For some reason he was keen that my Dad didn't phone the police. I assumed as a child that there was some evil ...see more
First holiday away without mum and dad. Not yet eighteen and big wories about being served in The Kinmel, crikey, they served anyone! The gang included Nick Worsley, Chris Booth, Pete Clough, Sally Taylor and many more whose names I have forgotten. My father used to enjoy fishing off the rocks by the lifeboat station and his ashes were scattered there when he passsed away in 2004 I now go back with my own ...see more
Two of the trees either side of the footpath were planted by me in, I believe, 1953.
My family lived in the village and surrounding villages for many years. My Grandparents and subsequently my Aunt & Uncle lived and operated the Toll Gates at Aldwark Bridge, just outside the village. My mother lived on Carr Side in her early life. I moved to the village in 1951, leaving in 1961 but my parents lived there ...see more
I was born & bred in Felsted, living in the area until 1965 when I emigrated to New Zealand.
These photographs of Felsted Mill remind me of the many hours spent on the wall below the water wheel race, fishing for roach and chub, and walking our girlfriends down by the river.
The Felsted school with church in background, reminds me of Sunday school with the Reverend Vick together with the schoolmaster Dewey ...see more
I was born in Cwm went to school there and have happy memories of playing with Brian Evans, Eric Hughes, William John Roberts, Gareth Hughes and many others. Our cricket pitch was by the slate quarry tips in Swch and the football field was anywhere there was enough room to kick a ball. I went to Llanrwst Grammar School, left at 16 and went to work in the Forestry Commission until I was called up to the army ...see more
My parents moved to Higher Bebington Road in 1960. We lived almost at the bottom of the row of houses shown on the left hand side of the photo. I too played in the park and jumped through the gap in the hedge!
When we moved in there were no houses on the opposite side of the road, they were built in the early sixties. The girls school was built about 1970 which really changed the character of the road.
I ...see more
I was/am the lad on the right! I discovered this picture a few years back in a superb Frith's book on Kent. Alongside me is my mate Ray. I think the year is more like 1957 or it could the summer of 1956. It was during those lovely days when kids spent whole days out of the house and generally unsupervised. Ray and I and other gang members spent loads of time up on the seafront and beach at a time when Sheerness was a ...see more
I remember Our Lady's School very well. My teacher was Miss Kinseller, there were 2 nuns, one being the head but I can't remember her name. I especially remember the outside toilets for the boys and the constant smell of disinfectant ... ummm. Attendance at the church next door was constant, with confessions and benediction. I had a friend at school called James Kershaw - where are you now James? In our frst year in ...see more
I lived at Triddles Farm and rode my bicycle all the way to school at Redhall Road. At lunchtime we all had to walk all the way back to the village hall for lunch and all the way back again after. We played marbles in the drains in the playground and slides on the snow in the winter (all against Health & Safety nowadays). I remember a Mr Joss, one of the teachers, who would rap you over the knuckles if we got ...see more
If anyone has knowledge of the Wilkins family of Priors Hardwick who lived at Church End in the 1800s, I'd love to hear from you. My husband's ancestor Mary Wilkins was born there in 1820 and bore a daughter (Eliza) out of wedlock in 1840. The child lived with her grandparents in the village, while Mary went on to marry Michael Johnson, and moved to Long Itchington. Mary's relation George Wilkins ...see more
This brings back when us local lads would venture into the bike shop where he also sold modelling bits and pieces. By far the best elastic for our catapaults (sprogs) was 1/4inch elastic, we had to convince the bloke that it was for model aircraft so that he would sell us a couple of feet. I just remembered also, that he used to sell a 'Penny Farthing Bike' made of fairly heavy duty stiff wire and a heavy ...see more
We are holding a Reunion for the servicemen (Regular & National Service) and civilians who worked at RAF Ely Hospital in the 1950's. My Dad did his National Service there in 1953-1954. We are having dinner at the Lamb Hotel on Lynn Street in Ely on Saturday 26th September. There is usually about 20-25 of us and you would be most welcome to join us and share your memories of this time. If you'd like to ...see more
We lived in Uxbridge in the early 1960s. I used to go swiming at the swimming pool behind the college. The college had just been built and we went to St Andrew's COE School. The school was really old and we had a big iron fire-guard round the fire in the clasroom which was divided into two. I remember going to a big store in Uxbridge to see Father Christmas, and a green where witches were meant to be.
I was born in Burnt Oak in July 1956 in North Road - the same house that my mother was born in. My grandparents lived in North Road for many years until North Road, South Road and East Road were compulsory purchased by Barnet Council to build a new estate. I spent many great hours playing around the block, I remember the little factory at the end of North Road which used to produce metal piping. My sister, ...see more
Hi I would love to hear from anyone who knew of Ronald Buckley. He built a home on Post Office Road in Woodham Mortimer. My mum was just 2 years old when my grandad Ronald got shot dead by my uncle David in 1950 (David was 16 at the time). The bungalow my grandad built is no longer there. I would love to know if anyone remembers my grandad Ronald, my nan Gladys my ...see more
My father Jenkin Evans and mother Valerie Evans lived at Potters Cross Farm, White Hill, Kinver from just before the Second World War. This is the farmhouse which you can see which still exists to this day. They raised four children, Jayne, Helen, John and Hadyn who were all educated locally in the village. Kinver was a much quieter place in the 1950s and 1960s, less cars, more characters and more open space. Kinver ...see more
All of my mother's family lived in and around Guardbridge. Her mother and father were Mr and Mrs George Martin. They had 5 girls, Catherine, Barbara, Alexandra, Esther and Isabella. My mother Catherine (known as Jean) met and married Robert Farlow, who was based at RAF Leuchars. Having moved away to East Kilbride we used to return for holidays in Guardbridge. My sister Jeannette and brother George ...see more
While working in the Lake District as an hotel assistant manager I reached such a point of frustration that I up and quit my job and applied to emigrate to Canada. Five minutes later, after hearing of my decision, the head accountant gave his notice (we were good golf buddies). He had a wife who ran a sub post office/ newsagents/sweetshop in Edmonton, north London so we both, along with the gorgeous ex-model wife (who we ...see more
I worked and lived at the Golden Lion Hotel, beginning when I was 19, fresh out of Westminster Hotel School, when I was a trainee/assistant manager there from 1959-63 or 64, with the exception of the winter of 1962/63 when I worked in a luxury hotel in Munich, for the experience. My German friend, Reinhardt Willner, a waiter in Munich, came back with me (a mistake) and worked in the restaurant at the Golden Lion. He ...see more
On tracing my family tree I found out that I was related to William Giffiths,born 1812 in Aergorlech. I recently went to view the village and surrounding countryside and it is a really pretty village located next to Bechfa forest, the bridge is a fasanating design and the river beautiful.
The house on the left used to be occupied by whom I called Auntie Eve and Uncle Jack. I never knew their surnames, and they were not real relatives, but close family freinds. They had a daughter, Diana, with whom I fell base over apex in love. The house had very thick walls I remember and was so cool in summer. It was eventually pulled down and rebuilt to almost the same design.
I attended this school, on and off during the war years as my father Bill Morgan, was frequently posted around the country, and I would end up with my grandparents, the Eldridges who lived at West House. My teacher was a Mrs Greenaway, who lived a bit further along in the picture, and always put me at the front of the line for our exercise period as I was the tallest ("E's gonna be 6 foot ...see more
The building to the right of the picture was one of only two shops in the village. From there, whilst waiting outside for my mother who was shopping in there I shot an arrow from my home-made bow straight up. It came down and hit the roof of a car parked outside the pub. All I got by way of reprimand was an "OI!" from the owner. There were so few cars about during the war and I had to dent the only one in the ...see more
does anyone remember the disused railway which used to run under Highlands Road next to Hill Park Working Mens' Club? I used to go to the clinic up near Kiln Road to get my pre-school injections and can remember walking over a metal footbridge next to the road bridge which carried Highlands Road. This footbridge used to vibrate like mad when a train went underneath. Does anyone have any pics of this ...see more
Hi, I lived at Lingdale at 27 North Terrace which was the last row of terraced houses near the shale heaps which were deposited from the iron ore mine which was situated in Stanghow Lane. The distance between the houses and the shale heaps was about 12 feet and was held back by a stone wall which was crumbling allowing the shale heaps to encroach towards the houses on North Terrace. I remember me and my sister Enid used ...see more
If I remember rightly, coming round the corner from Ripple Road into East Street, there was a hole in the ground courtesy of the German bombers. Later, Timothy Whites was built there. Anyway, as youngsters, we used to head for the Capitol cinema for the Saturday morning club, but before we got to the cinema we used to stop at a covered arcade (market) where we used to swap and buy comics - Beano, Dandy, Marvel Topper, you ...see more
I was sent to Lower Bynamman in 1970, to work building up a huge 2400 Marion excavator for Sir Lindsey Parkinson at the GCG (Tyor Gwaith?) opencast site. I lodged at the Bryannam hotel with Dez and Dylis. I soon made lots of friends in Bryamman, Gwn Gosto, (foreman fitter), Panto and Darrell Chips (from Abercrave), Clive Trotman, (welder) Mel (welder) and all his friends at the 'opera'. ...see more
As a young boy I lived on Paxhill Estate from the end of the Second World War whilst my grandfather was the head gardner to Mr.Sturdy who owned this fine house, which I understand is now a nursing home. The estate was fully independent with a fully operational farm, garden and laundry with a staff of over 30. During the war Canadian Regiments were billeted in the woods near where this picture was taken - the ...see more
Hi, I'm very interested in Carolle's Ladd family memories as mine are so similar. You see photograph No. 2 of the High Street; the buildings to the left are Clark & Son's shops and the old house between them where my mother, Mabel Clark, was born. (Actually I think this photo was taken a few years earlier - see the old fashioned pram outside Pittock's the butcher shop.) The smaller shop nearest the ...see more
I moved from Holbeck in 1948 into one of the first estates to be built in North West Leeds, Ireland Wood (Raynels). In 1950 I went to Cookridge School, then a wooden hut right slap bang opposite where Cookridge fire station is now. The old locked school gates leading nowhere are still there.. behind them is the grassy bank of the reservoir for the water tower which, in those days was only half the ...see more
My family moved to Withybrook in 1960, to No 2 All Saints Close. I met my future wife there she lived in No 3. I was 14 years old and she was 11. Mary was born in the woodyard on the way to Wolvey. My brother and I used to catch the bus to Newbold School while Mary went to Bedworth. Mary's bus would drop her off at the five turns and often I would cycle up there to meet her, then would come the hazardous journey ...see more
We have just discover some of our relatives may have come from the Boxford area. Does anyone remember or recall anyone of the name of Churchyard or maybe Greenwood living in Boxford or nearby, maybe even Ipswich. Our father maybe went to a boys home in the area in the 20's and 30's Can anyone help with our search for anyone with these names or anyone who may have been at a boys home. We would be very grateful for any help or information.
I remember the swings being located in the park as shown in this picture when I was about four. I know they kept the big slide when they relocated them down to the bottom left hand side of the park as you look at this photograph but I can't remember if they kept all the items shown in the picture when they built the new community centre as the previous centre was located further down the village on the right hand ...see more
I lived in Hounslow and Whitton until I was 18 and went to college. We were here all through the war except for six months when we we were bombed out by a doodlebug which fell about 100 yards from our house in Ark Close. My dad was on duty in the town hall, manning the control post when the country was on the brink of invasion. There was a green light, which would have turned red had the Germans invaded and while ...see more
‘I remember when’ - yes, I remember market day in Dorchester very well – when your picture was taken I was 10 years old, and could well have been one of the children in your picture. On Wednesdays, during school holidays Mum took my brother and I to Dorchester on the bus and we would go'‘into town’ first to do the weekly shop. This photograph shows South Street (facing south) where they also (and still do) had ...see more
I have been researching my family tree and have found from the 1901 Census that my great-uncle Frederick J Voller was an inmate at the 'Home for Homeless Little Boys'. This was in the parish of Horton Kirby St. Mary, South Darenth. He was sent here alone at the age of twelve despite having eight siblings, following the death of his father aged just thirty-eight years. I wonder what kind of life Frederick had at ...see more
On July 12th 1944, the day after my 8th birthday, my sister Maureen and I were evacuated from London to St Breward to live with Arthur and Ethel Hawken of Lower Lank. They were wonderful to us and cared for us with love and affection. We stayed for one year, returning to London and our family in 1945 when the war was over. We went to St Breward School, which was quite a long walk for us, but in the springtime it was ...see more
I have an original of this photo as a postcard and I am sure that the two boys seen at the end of the lane on their bikes are my cousins, who lived in a big guest house along that lane, I have many happy memories of those years, including my own christening
I was born in Holbeach in 1958 and lived in the Talbot Hotel, High Street until 1967 when we moved to Moulton. My parents were Frank and Beryl Richmond. I have very fond memories of my childhood in Holbeach. We regularly went to the Milroy for Sunday lunch, best food ever! I was a regular visitor to Pledgers toy shop on a Saturday to spend my pocket money which was opposite our hotel. Franklins grocers was managed by my ...see more
I remember when Rossis ice-cream opened and free vouchers were worth more than gold. Rossis shop was right by the last bus stop before the trolley bus turned around and headed back to London. On the corner, a few shops along, was I think Freeman Hardy & Willis the shoe shop, and around the corner was Barkers of Chingford, the bicycle shop where my mum bought my first bike. Around the ...see more
My great-grandparents and great-great grandparents owned and ran the Faggot & Peas Shop in Tonypandy, Dunraven Street. Does anyone remember the shop? It was owned by Reuben Smith and his wife, and was passed onto their daughter. Can anyone remember who owned it? I would love to hear your memories!
I remember St Osyth with great fondness, holidayed there with Mum and Dad for quite a few years, always the first 2 weeks of September for some reason. We stayed in a bungalow called The Retreat in Oakmead Road. I believe it was demolished some years ago and a new 'Retreat' was built ? I remember the Elsan loo and the big spiders and daddy long legs which always seemed to be in there! I intend to go back and see if I still get a good feeling about the place. Hopefully my wife and kids will too!
I grew up at No 12 Dawnay Rd and stayed here until about 1975. This picture was taken from the Dorking Road, at the time we had a shop (grocers) which was run by Harry Absolem and his daughter Diane on the right hand corner. A lovely red telephone box stood on the right hand corner of this picture as well. Grass land to the left was were we played as children and hid. As you progess down the road very few people ...see more
When I first started school we would walk up the High Street in a "crocodile" to a cafe were we had our lunch. We then walked back to school for the afternoon lessons.
This view from Downs Way shows Beckley Parade and my uncle's shop which was next to the houses, the first house belonged to Councillor Turville Kill. My uncle's shop was a greengrocers and he and my aunt moved from here to the High Street in Great Bookham to a larger premises next to Camerons the sweet and toy shop. They traded in the area until 1971. A lot of my family had businesses in the village from 1930 to 1975. Sue Rainer-Copland
My brother and I would stay with Granny during the holidays, she lived at 'Cregeen' in a row of houses on Princess Street, near the railway crossing. Granny's brother Cecil had a farm out along the lane in this picture, my brother and I would walk out to the farm, over this bridge. The photo looks toward Strensall from the road to Uncle Cecil's farm. I remember that there was a milk churn stand on this road, and ...see more
I remember this shop and several others in the High Street as my Aunt and Uncle ran the green grocers further down Peterbridges, and my other Aunt ran the dress shop down from the church. Absolem also had a shop at the top of Dawnay Road where I lived and my grandparents lived in Crabtree Lane from 1930 onwards Sue Rainer- Copland
I was in the cubs at Smallfield and I remember carrying a flag in a Saint George's Day parade to the Burstow Parish Church. Cubs met in the village hall at Smallfield, the same hall we ate our school lunches in, half a mile from the Smallfield County Primary School. The school was half a mile out Redehall Road towards Burstow, and we lived another half mile past the school, on Red Road. I would do Bob A Job week around Burstow, calling at the Hall and at the few other houses in the area.
I too have happy and sad memories of Thurnscoe. I started school in 1952 at Hill Infants. Mrs Cartlidge was our teacher. I still remember where I sat behind the door and being given a small blackboard and chalk on my first day there. Every day was an adveture, we never got bored, but then you were allowed to roam all over, up Stotfold Farm with your bottle of water and jam sandwich, into the scary cave wood, but you ...see more
I stayed at the Wide Sea Hotel in the mid to late 1950s when I was about 8. My grandparents were also staying at the hotel and probably they had stayed several times before. My grandfather came from Cornwall which is probably why he went holidaying there from Chingford in Essex/London.
I lived in Dagnam Park Drive near Sedgefield Crescent and remember............Petersfield, Hilldene and Whitchurch shops, the "1st, 2nd and 3rd" woods as we referred to them, starting in Dagnam Park Drive, heading towards Petersfield shops, the 66A bus, the 174 and 174 Express with blue signs instead of black, these always fascinated me as a kid and loved to get on one, loved it when we flew past ...see more
The Cricketer's Inn, Stockcross There used to be a pub called the Cricketer's Inn at Stockcross. The publicans were good friends of my father Pat Gallagher (who ran the Clock Tower Inn in the broadway in Newbury). Harry and Trixie Hewitt ran the Cricketer's at this time and they had 2 daughters Sue and Sally. I used to love going out there with my father when I was very young. Harry and Trixie ...see more
There used to be a pub called the Cricketer's Inn at Stockcross. The publicans were good friends of my father Pat Gallagher (who ran the Clock Tower Inn in the broadway in Newbury). Harry and Trixie Hewitt ran the Cricketer's at this time and they had 2 daughters Sue and Sally. I used to love going out there with my father when I was very young. Harry and Trixie were a great, colourful couple and I ...see more
I was visiting Llandanwg from 1958 until 1965. We used to stay in Dorwyn, which then was a green shed bungalow owned by Mrs Pearce, she used to work with my father and we used to go down sometimes twice a year. We used to walk to the top of the road nearly every night to watch the sunset as my father is artistic and used to love to watch it. I remember one year they had a fire on the bank at the train ...see more
My aunt and uncle used to own the Langdales Hotel, Mr and Mrs Bob Smith, until 1957. The hotel is now called the Wainright. All holidays I stopped there with my mum and dad. There were busses called Mallinsons from Windermere which stopped at the hotel for afternoon tea, and when they left to go to Dungeon, Gill my cousin and I went on the bus and picked brambles, on the way back the driver dropped us off at the ...see more
This is the exact location in which my family has placed a memorial bench for my mother Ann Gout (nee Edwards). She spend many happy hours on Reigate Hill when she was a Girl Guide and loved this view. A few years ago the trees and bushes has become overgrown, but thankfully the council have now cut them back. I think that the house in the background is still there, but is now hidden behind trees.
I believe this picture is of the local post office/deli next door to the clock tower inn pub, affectionately known as the 'Clocky'. I grew up in this pub between 1956 and the early 1970s. When I lived here the mayor of Newbury was Mr A W Luff and he owned the post office/deli next door. His son David did the weekly grocery deliveries in their van. David's sister moved to Canada ages and ages ago. My younger ...see more
I remember visiting the Brine Baths from our Junior School - there was a small pool (quite chilly) where we were all taught to swim. We then graduated to the large pool, where we still used to go from the High School. My brother learnt to swim when he was thrown in at the deep end of the large pool (not so much Health and Safety around in those days). It was literally a case of sink or swim. It was a lovely ...see more
Just wondered if anyone could help me please. We live in Old Harlow and have recently been looking into the history of Harlow and where we live. We were wondering if anyone has any memories or photos, or just any information at all about what were The White Horse Cottages that were situated next to The White Horse pub in Old Road. Thank you.
I lived in Hopwas from 1952 to 1964 and attended QEGS from 1955 to 1962. These street scenes are very familiar to me. I found the town very 'small', not so much in size but in its cultural and intellectual dimensions. I remember there wasn't a single bookshop in the town then, except for a paperback bookshop next to the Palace cinema, just up the street on the left in this picture. So I could hardly wait ...see more
I lived in Corringham Hill Terrace 1942 -1950. As an 8 year old I remember sliding down the hill in the snow from the White Lion. I think there was a small pond at the bottom, which used to freeze over in winter. I have a photo of 11 of us boys in our cricket team, myself, my cousin Alan and Bernard Slee are the only ones I can remember. I moved to New Zealand in 1950. Are any of those boys still around?
I remember this view very well, though by 1965, I'd married and left the village. We lived at the top of Nursery Lane, No 37. My dad worked at the Nursery. I remember Ann's mum and their bungalow being built. I was a frequent visitor to Myra and Harry Harper's bungalow as their son, Alan, was a pal. Alan is now Archbishop of Armagh and Primate of the Church of Ireland. Quite a leap from Hopwas! I can remember Alan and I ...see more
We used to come over from Conisbrough near Doncaster with my mam and dad, Raymond Dawson, who came from Buglawton, William Street if I remember, and every year we would watch the carnival and also walk up The Cloud. Does anyone remember my late father, Raymond Dawson, he was a keen cyclist, he joined the RAF and ended up at Binbrook and Famagusta. He married a Margaret Turner from South Yorkshire, and went to live over ...see more
My parents bought the nearest semi to the detached house in Grovemount when it had just been built, I believe they paid in the region of £2000 for it. I was born in 1966 and this was my home until 1987, my parents are still there now. I have many happy memories playing outside the house with children from other houses in Grovemount. There is a lamp post outside my parents' home, I don't remember that being there at ...see more
My grandmother was Mary Davies who kept the pub until her death in 1959. I was born and brought up in the tiny village on top of the mountain between Cwm and Hollybush. My dad George was a farmer in the area until his death in 1978. It was a wonderful childhood until I was 13, I thought everyone was an aunt or uncle. I was delighted to find postcards of the village which I've dated circa 1959. I went to Sunday ...see more
My Grandfather was Harry Kibby the Stores, Aberbeeg Bakers & Grocers. I remember visiting as a child every Saturday and sweeping the yard, my reward was a bottle of Coca Cola, unknown in those days. I collected my Beano from Lou Poole's shop over the little bridge and got a haircut at Mr Jones the Barber where there was a lttle window to check who was waiting. My grandad was a great friend of Mr Collins the ...see more
My pop's father was the Percuil ferryman for the St Mawes Steam Ship Co. My pop was the youngest ferryman taking people from Percuil to the ferry. He was in the local paper in the early 1900s for being the youngest ferryman in Cornwall. There was a photograph taken of him at the time, if anybody has any info on this photo please contact me. My pop's name was Cyril (Ted)Medlyn. He had a brother Charles and a sister Ada. Contact se.breeze@btinternet.com
There was a knock at the door, and there he was, this tall man wearing a bush hat who grabbed my mom, giving her a great big smacker of a kiss. Of course I wasn't having this strange man doing this to my mom, so I promptly got the broom and hit him with it, he may have been fighting a war in Burma but he hadn't met his bad-tempered stroppy daughter yet. Even though there was the odd photo around, this man was a ...see more