Plymouth, Old Town Street 1889
Photo ref:
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Photo ref:
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In this busy scene Victorian ladies shelter from the sun under dark parasols. They must have been sweltering in their heavy gowns. Old Town Street, like so many Plymouth thoroughfares, was devastated in the war. Altogether, around twenty thousand Plymouth buildings were destroyed as a result of enemy bombing.
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A Selection of Memories from Plymouth
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Plymouth
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I was born at number 8 Castle Street, the Barbican Plymouth 1942 my mum was a daughter of the Higgins family. G G
Grandad use to run his boat from the Barbican across to Jenny cliff / Cawsands / Kingsands /Bovisands and when I was older as a little boy I used to help him. My Name was then Stocker but my mum died when i was very young indeed i never knew her, Her Sister adopted as she promised ...see more
Hello....Why is there apparently no Industrial History society in Plymouth ?
I would like to contact anyone who has memories of the Tecalemit company, in Belliver Industrial Estate, and particularly when they were joined by Merryweather company in 1984.
I was probably about 8 years old when this photo was taken, and I can clearly remember spending many summer days at the lido with my friends. I was talking to my granddaughter who is now 8 yrs old but living in Singapore, and so or chat was on Skype. She has always liked the water and swimming and is now learning to swim properly at school and to dive. So my conversation was about how I used to jump off the scary ...see more
When I was a child I'd go into town with my mother and to come home we'd stand on Old Town Street waiting for the 43 or 44 bus to Whitleigh, and I was mesmerised staring at the Guinness Clock as each word lit up progressively: GUINNESS - IS - GOOD - FOR - YOU. Happy times.
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