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In 1959, my father, Cecil Archibald, was employed for the summer season as attendant at the swimming pool at Spaldrick, Port Erin. You could enter the swimming pool by paying a fee, for a day; for a week; for two weeks; for a month; or for the season. This arrangement accommodated locals and visitors admirably. With dad working there, I got in for free! It was a very popular site, as it was something of a sun-trap and ...see more
I believe the date of the photograph B173043 is wrong in saying it is c1955. From this perspective the Odeon should be clearly visible on the corner and its absence leads me to believe that this photograph is prior to 1931, when the Odeon was built
Janet Walker gave birth to Jeanie in 1913 at 17 Bridgend Rows
I used to live in Fobbing Road and can remember the old fire station before its makeover, does anyone have any pictures of this?
I would just like to add my memories of the Manning family. As a child growing up on the Edgeside estate in Waterfoot I remember Michael Manning from the bakers, he was a lovely man always smiling, and his sister Maria ran the chip shop on Edgeside estate where we used to go quite often. I have fond memories of Edgeside Piercy School and the park, and my old mate Steven Crew - if anyone knows where he is these ...see more
Thurnscoe was where I was born, back in 1941, and I attended the Hill secondary school, these are some of my fondest memories.
I was born in Cuthbert Road, West Croydon, next to Pitlake Bridge, and have a vivid memory of when the manholes on the bridge exploded. Wandle Park was our playground, and a fairground or circus had its winter storage next to the park. I was christened in St Edmund's Church which was also next to Wandle Park, but I think must have been demolished. On the two corners of Westfield Road, where it met Cuthbert, were two ...see more
Before becoming the home of George Harrison of the Beatles, Friar Park was run as a school by sisters of the St. John Bosco order. This was my first school and I remember having to walk all the way to the main door along the winding drive each morning, passing by the huge rhododendron bushes which lined each side. As I approached the large arched entrance door, shown in the photograph above, I could see the ...see more
I was born in Wisbech in 1937 in Ramnoth Road, we moved to Napier Terrace on the canal until after the war when we moved to Wales. I have fond memories of living in Napier Terrace, we lived in the last house, No 37. My father was in ARP when a bomb fell on the cinema. A lasting memory was when I learned to ride a bike, I fell into the canal. We had an allotment and I remember a Mr Peachey who had only one leg, and Mr ...see more
Tommy's chippy in Manchester Old Road had the best fish and chips in the country. Tommy and Joan always had a smile and a nice word for everybody, and the staff were the best.
My memory of Budleigh Salterton is spending a couple of months or so at a childrens convalescent home in the spring/early summer of 1955. I revisited the town a few years back to find that the old childrens home building is now a hotel and named Tidwell Manor. I was 6 years old, recovering from meningitis and to find myself in such a wonderous and tranquil part of the world was quite truly ...see more
St, Ives born and bred, my family had lived in a couple of houses upalong before moving to 22 The Digey ( the middle door ) sometime in 1967. I remember having my 6th birthday there. At the time there was a credit squeeze on and my parents could only afford a tiny downalong cottage even though they had sold a large house in Alexandra Road. Back then the cheapest properties were around the harbour and my ...see more
Fond memories of Parham makes me write this, remembering the peacefulness. Surfing the Web, here I am posting a question all the way from he USA. It was early summer 1954 and I was a Dutch farm exchange student staying with the family Kotarski on the so called "White House farm" just outside Parham village. The farmer was of Polish decent, Genec, who had limited use of one arm, the result of a war ...see more
My grandfather (A E Rahr) donated a silver cup for competition on the Crown Green Tyldesley recreation club. This was competed for in the 1930s and the winners were: 1933 J Baker, 1934 J Hodson, 1935 E Lythgoe and J Crook, 1938 T Farnworth, 1939 W Putter. I have just donated this cup to the Wigan Museum / History Shop and hopefully it will be preserved. I will see if I can upload a photo of it. Peter Rahr
I visited this beautiful town while on vacation. The day before they were still filming 'Stardust'. There was a sale happening in a hall. I met a wonderful woman who was selling watercolor and needlework pictures. She was helping to support her sick husband. She signed my picture, it's at home but I think her name was Ann. I also had a wonderfull dinner at the pub. Can't wait to come back some day soon. Love the town, ...see more
That's the Odeon, taken from outside Hounslow West station. Great fun on Saturday mornings, when they had a childrens' matinee.
My grandmother was widowed in 1920, her husband having stayed in the Army to tend the graves in France where he succumbed to influenza. Grandmother was left to bring up 6 children on her own with little money. She was given a brand new council house (Dunain Road I think) but could not afford the rent and had to move into a 2 room flat in Balnain House. How on earth she managed I will never know ...see more
I was a pupil at Ystrad Hall and would just like to say that in my time there I have some of the best memories of this lovely little town. I often wonder what became of Ystrad and many of my friends and of course staff members, many of whom were local. The Horseshoe Pass, the castle, fishing in the Dee, the Copper Kettle, I could go on. This is a really nice web site and I will be visiting it lots. Hope I hear from someone I know. All the best . Billy Crawford.
Further to my memory yesterday - I have now been contacted by Sandra. So the system works! I can now share memories of family in and around Little Sutton with Sandra. Thank you
As a child I spent many happy holidays in Denton. My Grandparents lived in the right-hand side of the gatehouse; their names were James and Jane Howell. He was a gardener at the Hall. I remember at the age of about five years old, rushing out to open the big gates for horses or vehicles to come through on their way to the Hall. When my Grandfather retired, they went to live in one of the houses that were set back from the ...see more
I remember the prefabs. I lived at Learigg Terrace from 1948 till about 1957 when we moved to the new houses in Livingston Drive. I can also remember Mortons Farm before the new houses were built, I think it was where the shops are now. My first school was Whiterigg.
Reading John Culberts memories, I was reminded of my own time at Hugh Bell from 1947 to 52. I believe Hugh Bell to have had the most significant influence on my future career together with the Southfield Road Baptist Scouts. It made me try to think back to the teachers. They were in my opinion all sound and decent men. Anyway this is how I remember them. I would appreciate any corrections or additions if ...see more
There is no corn square in Great Malvern. Have checked the corn market in Worcester and this 'photo is not of that either. Any thoughts?
I am trying to follow my family history and I am trying to find out more about John Alfred Atkinson and Minnie. I was told that they might have owned or rented a shop, and they had a few children, one who was my grandad Alan. If anyone has any pitcures or even information I would love to hear about it . Thank you for your time.
Morecambe Bay Holiday Camp, aka Heysham Towers, in the early sixties as a teenager. The Towers were owned by the Holdens, I especially remember Derek and Jean. We were roused by the 'phantom buglar' and didn't have a minute to spare until 'Goodnight Campers'. We danced to Norman Robinson's band, and Jack Winston playing the organ. The activities were organised by Reg Kerr and Jimmy MacHugh. We had some good times in ...see more
1946, I was stationed at RAF Middle Wallop and remember the village with watercress beds. Rationing was of the vogue but next to the aerodrome was a bungalow that always supplied eggs and chips to ever hungry airmen. If anyone remembers me please get in touch. Jack Lawford.
Not only do I remember Martin Green, his brothers and his parents but I was one of the Assistant Scoutmasters under Mr. Green having been a Senior Scout with the Byfleet Group after leaving school.
I also remember Mr. Hill as I used to catch the bus every Saturday morning from West Weybridge station, where I lived, to collect the Sunday joint (of meat!!) that my mother had previously ordered by telephone. Mr. Hill had a brother (who looked just like him) who took over when his brother went on holiday and, I believe, ran the shop when Mr. Hill died.
I used to live by West Weybridge station (now Byfleet & New Haw) and presently live in Woodham, near the lock. I have many memories of the New Haw/West Byfleet/Byfleet area especially of the Youth Club at West Byfleet in the 1950's and early 1960's.
Hope someone out there can help. My Great Grandparents were called Elizabeth and Thomas Jackson. They are buried in St. Pauls, Hooton. They had 4 children, Thomas (my grandfather) John William Jackson (killed on 20/7/1916 at Delville Woods on the Somme - he served in the South African regiment); Mary Josephine Jackson; and Hilda Jackson - they all lived in Heath Lane, Childer Thornton - ...see more
I was born in St Peters St, Islington, 1935, bombed out late 1943, with nowhere to go, had a makeshift home in Aloysius College for a time until we were given a place in 4 Montague Road, Honsey, N8, that's where I knew what it was like to be hungry. I remember to this day with my three sisters & mother given different colour tickets to show at the YMCA to prove we were homeless, waiting all night to have a nice ...see more
Born in 1944 at no 2, Waterworks Cottages (later 123, Slough Road) on the corner of Castle Avenue. I have vivid memories of the floods, though only three at the time: Mother, Father, Sister and Self were confined to the (very small) upstairs for many weeks, as when the water subsided, downstairs was of course thick with mud and assorted unsavoury objects! (no main drainage in those days). Mother had only a single gas ring ...see more
It was such a delight to find our house so clearly captured by the photographer in this composition! The barns pictured to the right of the church were bought by my husband and I in 1998. Originally they were grain storage barns, and in later years the village barn-dances were held there. They were converted to residential in 1983 by the previous owners, and run as a guest house. We have shared 10 happy years here in ...see more
Interesting to see this picture though I don't think that by the 1960s Ightham was ever this free of traffic except early in the morning. The building in the centre of the picture was a petrol station and provider of all sorts of bits and pieces. Was it run by Mr Arthur? My father would drive down there (with me in tow) to find whatever he needed to keep the lawnmower and other garden equipment going as well as ...see more
Good to see DeMontfort Hall as it used to be. It was a great venue to see bands there. Once the small blues clubs had ran their course bands needed larger venues to ply their trade, De Montfort was one of the first, I saw Rory Gallagher, John Hiseman's Collesseum,Yes, Sutherland Brothers/Quiver and never to be forgotten Free (when they reformed briefly) the last band I ever saw before the modernisation of the ...see more
Born in November 1942 I was christened, confirmed and married in St Mary's. My father cleaned, stoked the boiler, wound the clock, and cut the grass. I in turn sang in the choir, served at the altar and rang the bells and stoked the boiler when dad was at work on night shift, a spooky experience in the dead of winter for a young lad. I married in 1966 and moved away, visiting until mum and dad moved to Oakham.
To be honest this isn't a memory, more like a discovery whilst compiling our family tree with a new-found family member Jim (also James) Sadler. My G.G.G.Grandad was James Sadler, born 1815, father of 5, Lock Keeper from 1845-1885 or thereabouts. When he died in 1885 his son Thomas William Sadler took over. Maybe if Thomas had any sons then the Lock Keeping may have stayed in the family? As it ...see more
My husbands family were from Bascote. His ancestor Edwin Markham moved there as an ag labourer in the 1870s. His wife Maria died shortly after, and he married again. He had very many children, and used to drink at the Fox and Hen pub - the landlords were witnesses at his wedding! Sadly his cottage, by the pub, has been demolished, but his children all stayed local to Bascote when they grew up; one of his sons died in the Great War, and is named on the Bascote Heath memorial.
In 1918 my great gran's father Samson Roberts, a horse dealer, was injured during a horse race on the 'Golden Mile' near Aberkenfig. He died of his injuries at home in Dunraven St, Aberkenfig. His wife, Mary Ann, was a tiny lady and they had 11 children. Samson and Mary Ann's daughter Celia Attewell lived on the same street and her husband was killed in WW1 in 1918, in the same year Samson' and Mary Ann's ...see more
I grew up in Cuddesdon and spent many happy hours playing in the surrounding fields. My family moved up to Parkside (No. 15) from The Park houses in '56 when I was 2. I don't remember living there although a trip with mates down Redman's Lane, turn right and pass the crab-apple tree, then on towards the river was a regular summer jaunt. The water from the spring was so refreshing - much more pleasant than ...see more
During the thirties in Elsham, keeping healthy was very important. Yhe health service didnt exsist, all we had was orange juice and cod liver oil. Our cottage was very damp, one of my sisters died from pneumonia when she was just 4 yrs old. Many old residents also died from pneumonia, it was known as the old mans friend. The Elsham people were extremely poor. Everybody grew their own vegetables, that was the ...see more
I was born on the 28th March 1947, into an existing family of 5 siblings in a one-up one-down decaying terraced house of 12 Russell Street, Teams, Gateshead, just off Upton Street, near to the coke works, the gas works, the rope works and every other kind of filthy polluting business on the banks of the Tyne. We ended up as a family of 8 children by the 1950s. My father was Leslie George Bull and my mother - ...see more
I have an old, undated photograph labeled "Roman Bridge and Aqueduct, Cefn Mawr WH316". In the background the bridge looks like the one in the Francis Frith picture. In the forefront is a lower stone bridge with water flowing under it. Are both structures standing to-day? Lois Wilson Ontario, Canada
My mother, Phyllis Hughes, was born at 10 Well Street in September 1906. I wonder what is there now? She was brought to Ontario, Canada as an infant by her parents, Charlotte (Jones) and Edward William Hughes. They were hired as farmers and remained in Canada for the remainder of their lives.
I am old enough to remember this fantastic view from Greenwich over the Thames. it was a GLC 'protected view' ...until they decided to build Canary Wharf. Now it is very different . Shame !
This was always the Maritime Museum to us as children and still is today. I was fascinated by this museum, especially what were called Nelson's Relics. It was his pigtail I always wanted to see. It was displayed in a case with other Nelson memorabilia. When did they cut it off? Who did it? Why is it there? Why did he have a pigtail anyway if he was a man? I am sure there were much more educational exhibits ...but that was my favourite !!
In the 1950s to the 1970s I can remember Woolwich Market well. It sold fruit, veg and clothes. There were also the market traders who held auctions with everything from tea sets to toys for sale. Were they a bargain? Who knows, but we had great fun listening to the Cockney patter and taking home our prizes!
The Woolwich Ferry was the only way I can remember in the 1950s and 60s that we could go 'over the water ' from South to North London. I can remember trips with my Nannie as a child , catching a bus from Eltham to Woolwich and then on the Ferry when she went to visit a Methodist Church on the other side of the Thames. The Thames at that time was so smelly she used to give me a hankie with lavender water to hold to my ...see more
The Hinds Department Store on the right is no more. I remember it well from my childhood in the 1950s and 1960s when we shopped in Eltham, but lived in nearby Welling. You could buy everthing there. It turned into Allders, but was demolished a couple of years ago. Now in 2008 it is just a building site. Dolcis Shoes is now I think a charity shop. And the RACS, the Co-op, which was in the high street until last year ... is boarded up! Times change!
The house in the centre of this photo, Mill House, was the childhood home of my Great Grandmother, Sarah Jane Bushnell. My mother said that a photo similar to this was displayed on trains to advertise beautiful British places and my Grandmother used to point it out as her mother's home. Some of my forebears worked in the Mill and the mill pond sadly took the life of at least one child.
I started at Eighton Banks Primary School in 1952 aged five, having been moved from the slum clearance of the Teams, Ghd. To be in open countryside after the lung-choking life of the industrial Teams was absolute heaven. The headmistress was Miss Smith. My teacher was called Miss Forster, I believe. I loved playing on the old "camp" at the back of the school, (before it became an animal shelter) with my good ...see more
This is the Llantrisant of my memory. The Llantrisant I first saw in January 1966. I married Gaynor Beatrice Jenkins, daughter of Winifred and Gordon Jenkins. We were married on September 23rd. 1966. She passed away to cancer on September 6, 2004. I always called her, with deep affection , my Flower of Wales. She was the very beat of my heart and I love and miss her so.............................
In 1965 I met Gaynor Beatrice Jenkins in Ettlingen, Germany. She worked for the Sewing Factory in Llantrisant and was on a work assignment in Ettlingen , Germany. She was one of twin daughters to Gordon Llewelyn Jenkins and Winfred Birch Jenkins. Her twin sister is Gillian Jenkins. We were married on September 23rd. 1966. She died from cancer on September 6, 2004. She was affectionately called The Flower of ...see more
Just out of the picture to the left, was the location of the old police station, before it moved to its new home off of the campus, behind the council buildings. Now it's just an open space providing the walkway between Debenhams and John Lewis (formally the Co-Op and Welwyn Department Stores). To the left of The Cherry Tree (Waitrose ), used to be the old Fire Station. I used to live in Longcroft Lane and remember walking into the town and along this route (aged 5 at the time).
See biography on my website - all stories of my childhood days at Charcott including photos.
I wouldn't be surprised if I was in this photo! Saturday mornings were the time when we met friends at the clocktower, and then spent time chatting and wandering around the shops and into the record shops to listen to the latest hits in the record booths. A coffee in the coffee bar .. or if we were lucky a Wimpy ... and then home.
I can see the Trolley Bus lines overhead in this postcard. It must have been quite soon afterwards that these disappeared. The Trolley Buses used to sway their way to Woolwich and to the department stores. I lived in Welling and remember them well when I was a very young child. Why did we get rid of them? With all the talk of ecology they should certainly think about bringing them back to Welling!
I was brought up in Welling in the 1950s and 60s and Welling Corner played an important part in my life! I can see Woolworths on the right of this postcard. This was where everyone went to buy ... well anything! It was the broken biscuits which were my favourite. They used to sell them really cheaply by the half pound. You never knew what you would get . Maybe you would get a few Bourbons or a Custard Cream, ...see more
I have many happy memories of Mumbles Pier from the 1950s onwards. It was a place of Penny Slot Machines and there were lots of opportunities to spend your pocket money and have fun! I can remember the Laughing Policeman exhibit - a penny in the slot started a unusual and rather scary model of a Policeman, complete with helmet, swaying from side to side and laughing. There was also the Haunted House where a further penny ...see more
I was born in London, but my Mother came from the Mumbles, so several times a year we took the train from Paddington on our journey to Swansea. With a large family of grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, the sea, the beaches and the freedom, I thought I was in heaven! This photo of the Mumbles in 1954 was just as I recall it. You can see Fortes ice cream parlour in the centre, now demolished. ...see more
I was born in Peak Dale 6.9.40, at which time Peak Dale was very much a limestone quarry village. As it is coming round to Easter it reminds me of the first tragic loss that I vividly remember. While we were in school our teacher asked us to bring some pussy willow for the setting up of our Easter decorations. A boy named Brian Sidall who always eager to please said he knew where the best Pussy Willow could be ...see more
I was 6 mths old when my parents moved into Magna Close, my maiden name being Stenson. 1955 I was born. Well, I have many warming memories of my childhood in Great Abington, some of which relate to the post office. Harry and Hilda Jaggard owned and ran it then, Harry seeing to the post office side of things and Hilda looking after the shop. To this day I still remember the penny arrows, the 2d bars of ...see more
When I was a little girl, 1959/1960, my Nan and her husband Mr Fred Pay lived at 2 Newtown Cottages. I can remember the house being tiny, we went in 'round the back' and the kitchen was tiny with a couple of steps up to the living room. From the kitchen a tiny staircase went up to the two bedrooms. In those days it always seemed warm and we sat out in the yard. A lady that lived in one of the other ...see more
I have recently discovered that my grandfather Charles Alexander Parsons Hall was born illegitimately to Sarah Hall in Barrow in Furness c. 1885. Sarah's father George Hall was a clog maker employing two men at Anson Street in 1881. George was born in Stockport then worked in the Birmingham area before arriving in Barrow. My grandfather married in Salford and lived there the rest of his life. I would love to know where I ...see more
The little dog crossing the road was called Laddie. He belonged to Lawrence and Peggy Dodd and is on his way home to Selah House and the dairy. l used to help with the milk delivery and would sit on a milk churn and sing to Laddie. He always joined in and we made a lovely racket between us!! The island as it was called was a great place for roller skating with friends. The Hotspur has memories of a dentist practice, ...see more
Born to Kathleen Leniston, and Ned Leniston July 1951 in Torbay Road, to the glorious rolling green fields (joke) of Kilburn. There were still bloody big holes where buildings used to be, thanks to Mr Hitler's town planning arrangments for London. The family loved Kilburn so much, we promptly moved to Colindale, then to Dartmouth Road, West Hendon; see the connection, from Torbay, to Dartmouth. If you ...see more
My family and I stayed in a caravan at Thorney bay beach camp, oh my god what fun. There was nothing there so you made your own fun. Walking along the sea wall to the funfair every night, and eating saveloy and chips along the sea wall returning to to Thorney bay. I remember my last holiday there when I was 16 and I walked down to the store, bought the Sun newspaper and found out Elvis had died. I spent ...see more
As a young man from the south of France, I got a job as French assistant at QVS. I was a bit hippyish and far from notions like order, authority etc. (and uniforms). To my deep surprise, I landed in QVS, with a bedroom at the top of the school. I was asked to wear "proper suit and tie"' but I had neither in my case, or even at home...so the first few months were a bit awkward. Gradually, tensions were calmed, ...see more
The day I was born was 11th march 1974 and I'm a Midoper born and bred. We lived at the old cottages just at the entrance to the village at the side of the Dam. I have some lovely memories of the people which have passed on. I remember the pub being The Clubb Inn then and Robert (Bob) Genn owned and Jack and Pat Smith also ran the place. The village was really nice, no yuppies just proper village ...see more
We had a lovely middle floor flat here, while my husband was at HMS Warrior, RAF Northwood. Our son was born at the then new maternity hospital, Shrodells at Watford. We had a balcony, and one evening when all our husbands were working, it was three floors, 'The Birds' horror film was on, so when they started attacking the windows, I went on the balcony and chucked some dirt out of my flower pot ...see more
We had the use of a 3 bed detached home down here for 10 years, it was right at the top of the hill and we could see for miles in all directions. We would come down with suitcases and chill, our youngest was 1 and eldest 13, we had family members stay with us, met lovely christians on mudbury beach, and are still close friends with them. I would love watching the fields change, harvest, ploughed, hay bales, the ...see more
Our family lived in the village of West Horsley all of my life, I was born in 51, my sister in 49 and my youngest sister 56. We used to bike down to Ripley and Ockham. I went to school at Sir Walter Raleigh, and Howard of Effingham. Mum sadly died in 97, dad moved to Gosport and died 2002, and our house which we had an extension built on, games room and bathroom above garage and utility, was split back ...see more
I was born in Elsham 1934. We lived in a thatched cottage, where the village hall stands now. My grandfather was the local joiner, wheelwright, preacher, and clerk to the parish council. My father had milk cows and chickens. In the wartime we had prisoners of war, Germans and Italians. Elsham Hall was occupied by the army. We all had a fantastic time on V E Day. Rex Whitehead
I was born in Gourock in 1960 and lived there until I married and moved to the States. I love living here but my heart belongs to Gourock and seeing these pictures brings me home again. My life growing up there is the happiest by far in my lifetime so far. Playing with my brothers and sister and of course the 20 other kids from my street, at the pool, Darroch park and the tower hill. I hope to bring my grandkids there one day to explore like I did.
I lived at number 14 for about 11 years and I miss it greatly. My parents moved from Cambridge and I was born at Mill Road in 1968. I remember long summers and playing in the fields just outside the village boundary. Neighbours were Joy and Andrew, Olive and Ray and across the road in the farm opposite was Ricky the Alsation dog. My mother had MS and my parents seperated in about 1978 when my Grandparents ...see more
I lived in Hollytree Cottage during the sixties, and was christened at St. Mary Magdalen Latimer. My father worked for Lord Chesham. Our house used to be the Cavendish Arms, a pub at one time. Many of the staff from the big house lived in the village after retiring at that time. We had a good village shop and everyone was very friendly.
I was born in Little Marlow in 1947 and lived three doors away from the village shop, run by Miss Littlewood. I would go there and weigh the sultanas, currants etc., and put them into little blue bags. My Mum (Phyllis Wright) waited at table when Queen Elizabeth 2nd came to visit Lord and Lady Ronaldshay at the manor house, and can also remember that when England won the World Cup in 1966 the coach with all ...see more
Rising; stiff; cold; yawn; stretch; coffee; aroma; warmth; well-being; window; half-light; clothes; camera; motor car; dreary car park; utterly still; silent; intensely lonely; hesitant walk; height gained; mountain peaks on fire; dark water; vast, gloomy bay; soft sand; sudden burst of light; flood of warmth; feeling of exhilaration; awe; respect; love of nature; humility; transcendence from care; sense of ...see more
My name was Donna Bishop when I lived with my parents, Sgt Frank Bishop and Jeanette. We were stationed at Sulthorpe air force base, but we rented a house from Mr. and Mrs. Sainty. Our house was supposed to be haunted. I remember Susan and Alison Sainty, they were our next door neighbors and friends. My sister Brenda and I attended a school nearby and we took the bus. My 1st class teacher ...see more
I lived in Bonawe from 1947-1956. My dad worked in Bonawe Quarries. We left in 1956 to live in Glasgow. I have lived in Yorkshire for over 30 years now but I love to go back to Bonawe. My last visit was 2007, it has changed but I still have my memories. I think the chap who ran the ferry was called "deucher". I am sorry if I have got that wrong. I remember the village store putting a working train set in the ...see more
