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Can't be too specific about the year, just know I was young. Perhaps we'd not been long in our house on Carr Lane, having lived in Dronfield before. What a treasure this house was, running water, separate bedrooms and gardens, and the view from the front was fields as far as the eye could see. There wasn't much traffic in those days, not much of anything in fact, pedestrians or animals, just the bus ...see more
Although born in Churchstanton in 1791 my gg grandfather James Doble moved to Upottery and I have had close relatives living in the village until my grandmother Beatrice Doble died in 1982. My sister and myself were born, baptized and lived at Addington Cottages until the Sidmouth estate was sold in 1954 and we moved to Ilminster. My father, Maurice was a thatcher on the estate. However, I spent all my school ...see more
When I look at this photo it brings back happy memories of when the club was a hive of activity of bowling greens, tennis courts, football pitches (middle of photo). As a young girl growing up in Weston Point I always looked forward to the Annual Rose Fete Shows, that were laid on by ICI. Every Thursday evening we would attend the ICI Club and Mr Dunning and our next door neighbour Mrs Rees would take ...see more
I have many valued memories of growing up in Ballycarry during the late forties and fifties. I lived at No. 1 Rookwood Terrace (now, I believe, No. 2 Hillhead Road), with my grandad, John MacAuley senior, my mum May Wadley and younger brother Johnny Wadley. Times were much slower then, hardly any cars in the street, allowing us children to play there, in relative safety. When our front door at No. 1 was ...see more
Looking back now I think I must have been terrified when my dad took my sister and I on the swing boats which swung out so far you could see the water of the river underneath you. As you pulled the rope harder the boat would go higher. It was a regular "treat" each Sunday when my dad would take us on the Midland red bus from Wolverhampton to see my grandparents who lived in a ...see more
My Grandma - Bertha Lanaghan - lived in Third Street for over 50 years. She made hookey rugs as big as a room from old blankets, coats, etc whatever she could get, to sell for extra money. She dyed the wool three colours, navy, red & light blue and drew all her own designs on the sacking in ink before she started. They were beautiful and It was the only kind of carpet I knew until I was in my ...see more
When this photo of Newbury Rd. was taken I was 9. I used to walk from my house on Coppice Rd. Kingsclere to Newbury Rd. where I took piano lessons. I don't remember the name of the teacher but she played the organ at St. Mary's, and she was the sister of Mrs. Fred Hopkins, who owned the store on George St. Her black spaniel always sprawled over my feet while I played. I think its the reason I always ...see more
My first day of school was September 1965 at Fair Oak Infants. It wasn't too bad the first day as my Mum was allowed to stay at the back of the classroom, but after that I was left on my own. I became very frightened and one day I thought I'd make a "run for it". My plan was to ask to go to the toilet, and while I was gone (as in those day's the toilet block was at the other end of the ...see more
I used to live in the farm house and my grandparents lived next door in the barn to Bed House. I loved it there and I hope whoever is there now is having a fantastic time. Wish we hadn't moved. x
My mother Joyce Stannard worked at the shop in this picture in the foreground with the canopy next to the wine merchants. When she started it was a little wool shop owned by Miss Wright - she sold it to the Norman's who expanded and did dress design upstairs. My brother Nigel and I attended the Infants school in Hoggs Hill Lane followed by the Primary School which was behind this row of shops. There was a ...see more
I stayed at Twin Oaks one night in October 2008. I arrived very late after escaping from some motorway works madness, but my hostess was very welcoming and supportive. She explained that the twin oak at the front of the building is much admired, especially by the Francis Frith company photographer when this photo was taken. I was visiting because my g g g grandfather was living in Cadnam in 1841. James Peckham, son of ...see more
Some of my best memories of growing up are the camps I attended at the Red Cross camp site over the field (past the farm) and right on the River Wey at New Haw. I actually lived in Brookwood at the time. We did hiking, canoeing and swimming in the river; I spent many happy summers there. The best thing compared to the Scouts & Cubs was that the Red Cross had both girls & boys and my first proper ...see more
I cannot believe that I am the first ex "Wop/TeleOp" to stumble across this site and to pen a few words of nostalgia for the old camp and the surrounding towns. Calne in particular. The jokes we made about the bacon factory, e.g. 'Same lorry collecting from the cookhouse as brought our supplies'. Nipping thru' the hole in the fence around camp to pop along to the pub for cigarettes. ...see more
Hi, I'm writing about Southgate Seals Swimming Club and the Halliwick School for Crippled Girls. Can you help me?
This pond was known to local kids as The Newt Pond, as that's where we used to go 'newting', catching newts and putting them in jam jars and putting them back after seeing who had the biggest (newt!)... We used to hire tricycles from the Bike Track, next to Rhyl FC and opposite the Grammar School (now Rhyl High School). I'd love to see any old images of the Bike Track as that was a really special place to ...see more
My name's David Meacham - When I was very small I used to live in the cottage on the right - Number 10 Bremhill. It was a wonderful place to be a child - few cars then of course - and the freedom to roam the village without any fear. The rooms were very small and on a slope - great for playing with Dinky toys. The Beatles were just starting then - I remember sitting on the swing in the garden singing She Loves You Yes, Yes, ...see more
I remember the first time I was in the village after the butcher had been slaughtering pigs. There was blood being channelled from the slaughterhouse down the road to another part of the shop where he was going to make black pudding. It took me years before I could even look at black pudding after that, let alone eat it
When I moved to live on the Cricket Green with my parents in 1947, the previous tenants were called Bacon, and for many years afterwards, people would say "Oh you live in Bacons' old house" - my mother would seethe! My brother Richard was born in 1948 and our younger brother Patrick arrived in 1950, always doing his own thing, and was delivered by my mother on the kitchen floor - the baby born in a bucket, as he ...see more
My mum lived here for about 7 years until 1967, her father was the village policeman and they lived in The Police House in Eynsford. Mum was christened in St Martin's Church and went to the primary school which has been gone a long time and now has houses on the site. She can remember having to walk to the school hall on the main road for school dinner. Her best friend lived at Lullingstone and they ...see more
As a child I lived in North Street, Bradford Abbas. The name of the house then was Hilou. We were led to believe it was because our only toilet then was at the top of the very long garden. It later turned out that the cottage once belonged to two sisters called Hilary and Louisa. Since then the name has changed. We lived on the right hand side going down the street. My dad thatched ...see more
The picture of the Van in the main street of Hednesford is I think the Co-op grocery delivery van. Just below the woman was then a Co-op grocery store. The van was driven by a man by the name of Tommy; I unfortunately can't remember his surname. I worked at the Rawnsley Co-op branch in the 60s when I was 17, the Manager was Ron Berks. It was my job to walk to all the outlying areas to collect customer’s orders namely, ...see more
I was born in East House, Tenterden Road, Rolvenden on 2nd November 1938. My dad was about to join the RAF and I was born in my grandparents' home. There were large cellars below the house - very scarey. East House and West House are joined in the centre by a 'shop' which was the Post Office and telephone exchange in the 1920/30s. My mother, Molly Allsop, was one of the operators of the ...see more
As a choir boy I had many an annual treat at Great Yarmouth for the day. Had a wonderful vicar, Rev Cooling, commonly referred to as POP. He was a model train advocate and had a big lame Red Setter who bowled me over every time I went to the vicarage. Stump Hayward.
What a wonderful bridge it was going to be, a copy of Sydney Harbour bridge, it will take hours off the time going to Widnes, that's what they said, whoever they were. I sat on Halton Castle and watched through my Uncle Derrick's binoculars as they built it from both sides, it rose to meet in the middle, a great feet of engineering. I use it quite regular on my travels but it's overcrowded, in these days we could do with more bridges over the canal.
Here is the sand we called Ferry Hut. I don't know of any hut ever being there so how it got its name is a mystery to me, maybe someone will tell me some day, but sand castles and paddling and big ocean going ships I do remember, they was enormous with a tug on the bow and a tug on the stern, a fantastic sight, and waves to jump over, the sailors would wave and shout "Jagaraho" whatever that meant. Wwonderful days but the ...see more
I was born in 1966 and lived in the Red Lion. My dad and mum were married in 1961. My dad lived in the village all his life, moving to the Red Lion on his marriage. My dad was formerly of Temperance Hall, down the road from the village stores. Mum and Dad lived in the Red Lion in one room for several months before Dad had renovated it to be liveable. The Red Lion has a circular stair case which runs from the ...see more
I arrived in Doe Lea in June 1940 with other evacuees from Lowestoft, Suffolk. I lived in Doe Lea untill 1944. At first we were not accepted by the local children, eventually we mingled and became friends, since the war have been back many times and visited various friends. Sadly the village was razed to the ground and most of the villagers moved elsewhere. I strolled around this summer what is now called The Brambles ...see more
If you ever wondered what it was like before the shopping city, this picture says it all. This was it before the overspill. If you was to stand and take the same picture you would be somewhere around Castle Rise/Boston Avenue, a view lost forever.
Great times in Coatbridge Town Hall every Wednesday, we could dance to the Golden Crusaders and on a Saturday night to the Drumbeats. Oh happy days.
I lived next door to Mr Dales newsagents on Highfield Road in Bramley. Opposite were rows of terraces in those days with a shop on the end of each terrace. A chip shop on the end of the first row and a newsagents and general store on the end of another - Bowers? I seem to remember. The Barley Mow pub was opposite our house along with the rugby ground and club. I could be wrong but I'm sure ...see more
My G.Granny was EMMA JANE SUMNER, she was born at Rotherwick, Hampshire on 1st. January 1866. This lady made a great impression on me and I used to visit her at her home in Tilehurst, Berkshire as a child. Jane, as she was known, was around 6 feet tall and had a very regal appearance with her silver white hair coiled high on her head. I last visited her at 'Iona', Firs Road, Tilehurst when she was 80 years ...see more
Just wondering if anyone remembers any relatives of their families still around there.
I was a teenage patient in Sully for six months. Now I am writing my own memoirs of this time and would appreciate hearing from other ex-patients. My email address is: annshaw@mac.com
I well remember the doctor's clinic referred to - it was halfway up the hill on the same side as the Squirrel. I have unpleasant memories of getting "the needle" there when I was about five or so. The smell of that purple meths/alcohol stuff (can't remember the name) that they used for wiping the puncture site of your arm/leg still reminds me of that evil place. Anyone remember the pictures/bingo hall that was at the junction of Alexandra Road where it met Meadow St?
My memories relate to the year 1977 when I arrived in Cropwell Bishop to stay with my Great Uncle Wilf and his wife Dorothy fresh from New Zealand. They lived at the old Post Office in the village of Cropwell Bishop. My Grandmother was Wilf's older sister Ethel May Johnson (nee Walker). I was instantly wrapped with the village and felt as though I had been there before. I and my siblings have ...see more
1953 were a special year for me and Great Britain - we climbed Everest, the Coronation, the parties. We had just moved into a new council estate, they were all prefrabricated houses after the war and supposed to only last a few years to help the housing shortage, but they are still standing. The estate had a green in the centre of it, we played football from dawn to dusk and met all my new mates.
Spent many a hot summer lounging around with friends in Park Road, Gatley Hill (especially fishing for sticklebacks in the stream) and the school fields, not to mention the village. Great local shops owned by friendly local people. My parents used Gatley Hill as a wedding reception venue at least twice for my brother's and sister's weddings. Unfortuntely they have taken my beloved swings down adjacent to the school on ...see more
My Grandmother was born in The Round House, Chalford in 1901.
Me and my brother David would get our breakfast then run down Prospect Avenue North to the bus stop beside the shops and once in Clyde Street at Wallsend bus stops made our way to join the huge queue for entrance to the Ritz. We were ABC Minors and that song still sticks in the mind............ We are the boys and girls well known as, We're Minors of the ABC, And every Saturday we line up, To see the ...see more
Like many local children I spent most of my summers at this pool and on very hot days visitors came from all over south London. There were paved terraces to lie on, a cafe for refreshments, and a childrens' paddling pool. In the grounds outside were two tennis courts, which were well-used by the locals. It was a perfect example of Deco architecture but was closed in the 1970s. Oddly, the area of ...see more
I remember Potter Street as a nice quiet village and worked for Mr. Poney for a few months. His Daughters were Gladys and Edith. My home was in Colchester. I lived in at Poney's returning home some weekends. I recall a Mrs. Manning (politician) giving a talk in Potter St. and afterwards complaining her car tyres had deflated. The only one of your site pictures I can recall is the Church. ...see more
My memories of Wellington are ones of feeling very homesick. I went there in November 1940. I stayed at the Vintage Hotel. I believe Mr & Mrs Joseph were the proprieters and they were very kind to me. They had a daughter named Betty but I was very unhappy, I was only there for a couple of weeks, it was decided I was to go and stay with my aunt who was billeted elsewhere in the town, but I just wanted to go home. I ...see more
My mother and father lived in Evelyn Road - the cul-de-sac opposite the large white house in the distance - mother still there - lived in two of the houses for all her eighty years - married the boy next door (well.. at the top of the cul- de- sac!). I'm 53 and it is how I remember itn into the early 1960s - Elson the grocer on the right, the shop on the right became the Co-Op, the central shop was Frank Birch the Butcher ...see more
My great grandfatherwas lighthouse keeper at Cromer - Mr Hopkins
Where are you... all my friends... people I knew... people who knew me... MRS ROOK... Roy Chick's family... I have actually spoken to only one person... MISS HOCKIN from the sweet shop in Fore Street... but where are all the ghosts... all the great people who lived in and around Fore Street in the 1940s... young BROWN from Ellacombe (Royal Navy)... friends and congregation from the ...see more
I had lived in Leadgate since birth back in 1982 when we used to live on Dunelm Way. Back then Leadgate was a quiet little friendly village where everybody knew everybody. My Dads (David Parkin) half of the family lived close by and i remember going to my Grandma & Grandad's every saturday for tea on Dunelm Close. The shops where nearby on Front Street and had Happy Shopper with the Pet shop next door. Down the street ...see more
I lived in Burton with my parents Stan & Hilda Hailey in the bakers shop in the square from 1956. I can remember my dad making fresh bread & cakes with the smell wafting through the house. I played football for Burton Thistle and helped run the club with many great friends. I moved away when I got married and my parents moved after retiring from the bakers shop, but I know my Dad missed making the bread for the village, he had a passion for it. Geoff Hailey
I am trying to source information, or hopefully copy of documentary, concerning the Howard brothers' fight to prevent their cottage being demolished, to make way for new houses. I believe the docu was titled: A Fight for Rose Cottage. It was made in the late 1970s, early 1980s, perhaps made by Jack Rosenthall, the late celebrated playwright. Any information greatly app.
It seems like forever ago that I lived in Royston. I remember it with fondness, Notton woods, the long summer days lasting forever, riding our motorcycles down the lines. I will cherish living there all my life.
Hello from Australia. I was hoping that someone looking through these "memories" might remember The Fox and Goose Public House on Penn Road. I think that this is the picture of it. My mom was the cleaner there for a few years when my sisters and I were young and I can remember sitting on the steps outside the pub collecting car numbers in an old exercise book and drinking a bottle of Vimto ...see more
My Grandparents, Thomas & Marie Eagleton lived at The Charne in Otford. As a child I would always play amongst the weeping willows that grew by their house. My grandad would take me for long walks across the fields where we would occasionally pick corn on the cob and even some hops. We would search for owl pellets to retrieve the tiny skeletons of small vermin and birds. We never did make it up ...see more
My Grandfather, James William Henry Richards, was born in Berrynarbor 15, Sept. 1866 to William Richards and Ann (Boyant) Richards. He immigrated to Salt Lake City, Utah some time in the 1880's or early 1890's. I think I was named for one of his brothers and have always wondered if I still have family living in Berrynarbor?
For a week each year, in the 1950s, I stayed with my aunt in Clacton during the school holidays. I seem to remember that we, my mum and I stayed at my auntie May's house, I'll always remember the address, 49 Coppins Road, for several years during the 50s and once in 1961 (I think). My clearest memory of Clacton was the pier. I remember the 'racing game' where you had to roll a ball into holes that made the ...see more
In 1960 my home was just out of shot: next door to the house that is partly visible on the far right of the picture. I lived at number 18 Church Street, Church Street being the road that is accessed by turning right in the middle distance of the photo, at the bottom of Church Steps. The tree that can be seen towering above our neighbour’s house was a magnificent walnut tree, which is – sadly - no more. The cottage in ...see more
I was born in Ilford in 1933 living in Elstree Gardens near Loxford Park. After attending Woodlands Road Primary School, I went to Clevend Road School off Ilford Lane. The headmaster was a very kind man called Mr Edwards and our teacher was Mrs Strachan (pronouned Strawn). We were very well behaved so at the end of lessons we hurried to get out into the plaground. This involved descending the many granite stairs ...see more
Hardham was a place to bicycle to from Pulborough, and visit St. Botolph's Church. One of the many very very old churches in West Sussex. The drawings on the walls go back hundreds of years depicting the tortures of the early Christians, and the church preserves them with the lighting being restricted. I got locked in this church once - scary because of the lighting, but a beautiful place, surrounded by floods in the Spring, but has survived all that. A shame there isn't much else there!
Hi. I was born in 1950 so the above date should actually read 1950 - 1965+. My maternal grandparents lived at Coldrenick (not in the big house) but close by in one of 2 bungalows on the estate. I spent many happy times at Coldrenick and often visited the dowager Trelawney at Coldrenick House. I was so sad to see in later years that the house had been demolished. However. I am now compiling (or ...see more
On Tuesday, August 23rd 1932 there occurred at almost exactly the same spot from which this photo was taken, the most serious runaway and crash that ever ocurred on the line. Car no. 4 broke away from the haulage cable at the spot that the tram is shown above. Rapidly gathering speed and toppling onto the wall to the left of the image, it uprooted a tramway standard (pole) flinging it up the lane by where ...see more
Julie CoatesRoyal Palm Beach, Florida, USA I am trying to find some information about my great gradfather. He was the postman in High Bentham for many years. His last name was Coates. I don't know his first name.He had a son (William Dabbot Coates) and three daughters Annie, Ethel and Gertie.
My name is Marlis Franz. I am German. In 1952, I was 15 years old, I visited my English penfriend in Countesthorpe together with my mother. We spent a wonderful time there. Going on holiday was not normal at this time and something special - particularly going to England. My English girl-friend lived together with her parents in Countesthorpe, Station Road. When we visited her there was a post office in this ...see more
I remember sliding down Outcrop and sitting on wooden steps leading to Brookhouse pit. On pay day miners used to give us some coppers and we would share them out. I used to go and see Guddy Pearson, a homeless man who lived in one of derelict houses on Aston Terrace. Our roundabout was at the sewerage, they had a thing like a roundabout with water coming out on a bed of stones. I can also remember when a cage accident ...see more
It was a long walk to Wanstead Park from where we lived as children. We lived at Stephens Road, Stratford West Ham. Weekends and school holidays Mum would pack a picnic for the six of us, usually jam sandwiches or cheese if Mum had some, and a bottle of orange squash. We also had our jam jars and nets for fishing in the ponds for sticklebacks, a bat and ball, also a football, and off we would go for the day, as most ...see more
The photgraph show the Seymour Hotel which was at the junction of Upper Chorlton Rd and Seymour Grove
My husband and I moved to a bungalow on the Muckingford Road, West Tilbury in 1972. It was bought from Mrs. Jones (wid). We kept various animals, ducks, geese, chickens, horses and pigeons. We lived there for 17 years when we sold so that we could start our own business. Alma Bacon
My husbands family were in Langdon Hills as early as 1797 when John Bacon married Sarah Graylin at the old church Langdon Hills. The family had many occupations, thatcher, bailiff, agricultural labourer etc. They eventually settled in Well Green Cottage as was in the family up to 1950s. Thanks. Alma Bacon
I was the licensee of the above for an all too brief time and had some regular customers who arrived every week-day evening at opening time and were called "The Club". Among them I remember a Ken & Penny Upton and a retired local Headmaster who was known as "Casey". Time erodes memory, especially re: names, but I hope someone reads this and contacts me with any information regarding these very happy days.
Mine isn't a personal memory as such but the photograph of Wrawby Street shows on the right handside a fish and chip shop. This double fronted shop is now a travel agents and still has the old bay windows that I have seen on an earlier photograph where a sign proudly announced that it was a Tea Shop and the caption said that the owner was a Mrs Sharp. Mrs Sarah Jane Sharp, nee Garthwaite, was my great great ...see more
I used to stay with my Nain and Taid during the school holidays during the 60's and early 70's. Taid was Owen Hugh Evans who was the Game Keeper during that period. The Game Keeper's house was in a wonderful location, with woods to the rear of the house and the Bryn to the front of the house. Taid loved his job and he used to take me everywhere with him when he could. One of his main jobs was rearing baby ...see more
This Airport was, in 1951/52 when I was there, RAF Dalcross. It was here that I did my advanced flying training on Airspeed Oxfords and won my "wings". Two members of our course were killed while flying from here. Many happy evenings were spent at the bar in the Caledonian Hotel in Inverness, and I spent Hogmenay 1952 enjoying the hospitality of many kind Scots.
This was where I started training as an RAF fighter pilot in 1951. I firstly did my "Square Bashing" then was promoted to Acting Pilot Officer and made my first flight in a Tiger Moth flying over Lincoln. Then it was off to AFTS Ansty to train on Chipmunks. Happy days!
I visited Goole in September 2008 in search of information on the families of Bernard Knowles Brook and his son Matthew Moorhouse Brook, who was my grandfather. I obtained important but tragic news about Bernard and his accidental drowning at Keadby in July 1876. I was unable to find out much about Matthew after the birth of my mother and uncle in Goole in the early 1900s. I should like to know what happened to Matthew ...see more
I recently visited Goole in search of records of my maternal ancestry. I discovered that my great grand father Bernard Knowles Brook and his 6-yr-old son George from Goole were drowned at Keadby on 9 July 1876. I understand that his wife and probably also my then 1-yr-old grandfather Matthew Moorhouse Brook were nearby on the "Eagle" when the drowning occurred from a small boat from the "Eagle". ...see more
I visited Weobley in the late 60s as a child with my Mother to visit our Herefordshire cousins. We stayed with Mum's Great Uncle Fred (Frederick Hope) and his daughter, Mabel Hope. They lived at the Corner House and I think Mabel's brother, Rogers Hope, lived near by in Broad Street. We came from London and I remember opening a cupboard door in the house to find a staircase. Mabel kept little hens in the ...see more
I was born Cramlington 1942, my sister 1940. l have some happy memories of Blyth, lived with mam and dad and sister Betty in Cowpen Row. Dad was in the army so did not see much of him then, when he came home we went to Rothburry, Easter it was Morpeth, Christmas it was all mam's family at our home, he was a baker at that time and his brother Robert but then went in the mines. He had ...see more
My birth on 30 Nov 1946 at 34 Oldberry Road, Burnt Oak, is where it all started for me, but my mother & her parents moved into the house when it was built for the LCC. She's 89 now, but recalls that she, as a 9-yr-old in 1928, spent the first few days there just running up & down the stairs, as they'd come from rooms in Euston where noise, etc. was forbidden. They also had their own kitchen with cold running ...see more
I was put in Treloars as a last attempt to cure my Lupus Vulgaris, and have many happy memories of the staff and the lads in with me, alas the only names I can recall are John Tissington and David Doe. Woud love to hear from anyone remembering me, regards, Ernie.
I lived in Godstone from 1947-1975 when I moved to Dorset. In those days I was Wendy Knight. At one time my father worked at the bakers, Broad's it was called, it was two doors down from the shop on the green, his brother Sidney had R G Knight's the butcher, R G being their father. I spent a lot of time down the stables, first at Barretts, then Stangrave Hall. We also had great times at Leigh mill stream or Diana's ...see more
My great grandfather John Robert Leaman was school master at Castle Acre school - his wife (my great grandmother) was Elizabeth Jane Leaman (nee Ellis). I have visited Castleacre recently and found the village such a beautiful, interesting idyllic place to be. If anyone knows or has any history of this time I would love to hear about them. The time my great grandfather was school master the doctor was Dr Love and the ...see more
Just look at this truly MAGNIFICENT arch over the church doorway. My own interest in this parish is because my family name is Norfolk and so many of my family were farmers, millers and general agicultural workers around Adel, Harewood and Dunkeswick going back to the early 1600s - and probably beyond.
I moved to Boscombe near Christchurch in 1954 when my father's job with Williams Deacons Bank took him to their newly opened Bournemouth Branch. I was amazed! I was just eight years old and all I had ever really known in the way of public transport were the London Transport red or green buses, plus some red trams and trolleybuses. Yet here in Christchurch were bright yellow buses and ...see more
