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On July 31st 1927, my grandmother Mary Alice McGroarty was born at Brynderw Bungalow, Gellilydan. xx
This building is still known as Tree Cottage, Old Lane, but the postal address has been changed to Barnston Road which causes a lot of confusion. I have lived here since 2002 and traced the previous owners back to 1851, but apparently the cottage is much older.
As young children my nanna would frequently walk my sister and I up to the Arno to play in the rough ground behind the rose garden. That was way back in the 1950's. She would sit and spend quiet time in the gardens whilst we ran and played like banshees. Later on we would go there with friends to play in the hills and bushes away from the watchful eyes of adults. My last visit as teenager was on the day we ...see more
I am researching my family history and HANNAH WILKINSON was born at TUNSTALL in the early 1800s. Does anyone know of any information regarding the family and where in the village they lived. Regards Pam
Hello I am researching my family history. The Sedgewick family lived somewhere in this village in the early 1800s. Does anyone have any further infomation regarding this family. Regards Pam
I would love to know of any information regarding the Aungiers family who lived in Middleton Tyas in the 1800s. I know the address for John and Hannah was 5 Cottage. Father of John was James. Any information welcome. Regards Pam
Just look closely at the picture, sitting on top of the fountain was half the fun & excitement of coming to the pool. Water wings under my arms and the supervision of Granddad Russell I made my first attempt at learning to swim. Getting really daring swimming to the back of the pool, climbing out would lead to the open sea where only the brave would swim. The pool was accessed by steps from the road at the ...see more
Many fond memories of Longleat over the last 46 years: the freedom we all enjoyed as villagers to roam across the estate - the sixth Marquess was always very generous in this respect. The remains of the American hospital were still much in evidence then; dad would drive the car to one of the old stone ramps so that he could work underneath it! We'd walk across the park from Corsley before the reserve was built, ...see more
My lasting memory of the majestic cinema was going to Saturday morning pictures: with my sister Linda and all our mates watching Roy Rogers, Hopalong Cassidy, Superman, The 3 Stooges and all the cartoons. I still love Tom and Jerry now! The funniest part was going up in the gods and dropping our lollysticks on the kids below, and spitting on them - charming kids eh! And all for sixpence. I saw my first ...see more
I was known as Digger Dawson back in the days. My mates and I used to have a crafty fag on beehive bridge when in our early teens. I will always remember Armfield Crescent, Fair Green, the cricket green, leo's lollies, broken biscuits, St. Marks School. The place has changed a lot since then. Last time I was there I got lost! Trams were running and my mate Dennis Brown was being a right anorak and taking down bus ...see more
I spent most of the summers of the mid 60's in this pool and learnt to dive off the platform board in 1967. I swam all of my major medal and cetificate swims in this pool. The fountain was a place to play when not swimming.
Our first home was a ground floor bedsit at 40 Castle Corner opposite the castle. The old part of the road formed a hammer head and had three parking bays. One dark rainy winters night my husband parked outside and ran in to get his wallet. When he got back outside the car was gone. He ran out into the road and saw that it was in fact parked between two cars in the hammer head. He must have left it with the ...see more
I moved to West End in 1966. My family owned the Wheatsheaf from 1964 until about 1967 and my auntie still lived in West End so I often visit. I was 11 in 1964 and my earliest memory of the village was seeing the Gordon Boys walking around the village in their uniforms of tartan trousers. navy military style tunics and little hats . They looked wonderful.
The village was always friendly and I used ...see more
My dad Rowland Cook took over Lasts butchers in 1985. I grew up in The Maltings which was attached to the shop and is the house on the right hand side of the photo with the big bay window from the age of 11 until I left home when I was 20. My parents ran the shop for 10 years before it closed and they moved on. The shop has since been demolished and a nasty modern house has replaced it which ...see more
Mr & Mrs Potter managed Bon March shop and they had two young boys, Robert and Edmond. My mum, Edna Griffiths, helped to look after the children and, being pre-school age, I used to go along with her. Mrs Potter used to bring us pasties from Jones' Bakery (where the Chinese takeaway is now).
On the way home we used to collect paraffin from Dowlings (where Tom Bounds is now) and sweets from Kate Teagle in ...see more
I was born in Worcester and brought up in G Witley until I left in 1976. I remember the days at the school, cricket and football; the Easter Monday Red Marley Hill climb; walks in the hills and visits to the court; days in the sun; cycle rides, fishing on the court pools; then the return off leave and the nights at the 100 house. What fun, what a care free existence. Visits are filled with happy memories and the occassional sight of an old familar face.
I was born in NW London. My first visit to Woburn Sands was about 1950 when my Uncle Ted and Aunt Ada moved here. They lived at the 'Dene' Aspley Hill. Aunt Ada did the housework for Mrs Russell the owner of the 'Dene' and my uncle drove a lorry for Marston Bricks. My school holidays were spent here cycling around the district. Then in 1955 my father Charles Batham bought 'Quarry Cottage' in Sandy Lane, Aspley ...see more
My memories of Benson started in 1946/7 when we moved to Sunnyside, which in those days did not have the recreation field. Nor did the village have street lighting apart from a couple in the High Street, one of which was on the wall of Franklin's Farm. The shops in those days were Slaughters Stores, High Street & Chamberlains Stores, Castle Square. There were 2 butchers in High Street (Wm. Lee & the other ...see more
My father died just before I was born and my mother had to put my brother and I into Reedham orphanage. I was still on a potty as I remember complaining that I was now old enough to go on the toilet and have some privacy. I remember a row of potties along a wall oposite the tiny 'grown up' toilets that had curtains not doors. I remember a little baby called Paula being shown to us. She was a black girl and so ...see more
It was my first ever job and I think I recieved about five shillings a week. The newsagent I think is still there in Victoria Rd. But I'm talking about 1947. The shop was on the west side of Victoria Rd and the last shop before the turning into Portsmouth Rd.
Leaving the shop I went along Victoria Rd and my first delivery was the Works Canteen at Thorneycrofts. Then up Obelisk Rd and some of the roads of the side ...see more
I lived at Corbieton Cottage for 22 years between 1939 & 1961 and this is the view I saw as I came down the hill to go to school, to Sunday school, to Scouts, to the Kirk, to the pub, the Hall, the bowling, the dancing, the concerts et al. On the left hand side, just out of picture is the big tree under which there was a seat and we all congregated there, young & old to hear the crac and put ...see more
This is a view which I know very well as it is taken from Hardgate School playground - the school that I attended from 1939 to 1946. The little cottage on the left was occupied by Peter McAlister & his family and the next property was the School House. Mr Macnab, Mr Souter & Mr Forsyth were the headmasters living there during my school years. We went there to do our gardening - a kind of "dig for ...see more
My sister, Joan, lives at No.52, and several years ago she gave me a copy of a book prepared and published by one of her (recently deceased) neighbours. This man, with friends and acquaintances all suffering from the postwar housing shortage, formed an informal group committed to developing a new neighbourhood for themselves and their families. As masters of their own destiny they didn't have to wait interminably for ...see more
When I was at school I did the history of Loftus. The market place was used for the market stalls, I think that it should be like that again. Bring back the meaning of Loftus market place - if anyone agrees let people know. Even if the shops that we have bring their products out to the stalls we might get more people coming and put Loftus back on the map and not just known as a trouble town.
Hi, I am Louise Brown of Australia. My grandmother Ellen Maud Edwards (married name Jefferis) lived with her parents Samuel and Alice Maud Edwards (Searle), at the cliff Cottage on the Peek Estates around the early 1900's, he was the gamekeeper there. I have a early picture of the house, Lady Peek was very interested in my grandmother, as she was partly deaf. She contributed to her ...see more
Nice to look at the old photos of Brackley as I was born here in 1963. I lived at 54 Manor Road for many years. I moved away for a while but it was nice to return. I used to ride motorbikes with a group of friends - Steve & Andy Fell & Mark Thomas to name a few. Id love to contact CHRIS & BARBARA BALL who emergrated to Oz with their new baby ZOE in the late 1970's. If there's anyone out there who ...see more
So you missed the last bus home, in my case to Castlemilk from St. Enoch's Square, after a night at the Locarno. It is winter, cold, wet and windy and you know you have to do it. Stand and wait for the number '2' bus to get me into Castlemilk but never near where I lived. Oh the thought of waiting for the stupid bus at the "Square" and the dreaded walk home, which was about 2 miles from the nearest bus stop!
If ...see more
I've just discovered that my G.G.G. Grandfather's brother, Albert Fouracre, was the Licensed Victueller at this pub in 1891. Does that mean he was the Landlord?
Around 1950 there was a boarding school established in the castle. A great feature for me were the routine supervised strolls around the local countryside including trips to the sugar white sandstone quarry, the subterranean hideaway of Dick Turpin and his horse, hidden in a copse located in a nearby meadow, the chiddingstone itself with metal handcuffs where wayward wives would be left ...see more
I own a picture of the students of BCHS taken in 1947. Such a view has many many names and connections. There is the headmaster Dr. Cordingly [he of the famous stick]. Here is the vicar Hartley Brook's daughter. My old girl friend Shirley, and members of my class including Billy Cranfield, Ron Whittaker, David Woodward, Valerie O'Neill and a crowd of others. There also is 'Madame' Elliot who tried in ...see more
I first discovered Roche while on a motoring holiday with my parents when I was 12 years old. Being young and nimble, I was up those ladders like a monkey, much to the horror of my parents. My latest visit was last week, Monday 11th September 2006, and although I was ready to try the ladders again, my fiance would not allow me, because, unfortunately, I am not a teenager any more. I was not really aware of any changes ...see more
This view was seen by me every day that I went to school at Judd School in Tonbridge. I caught the bus here. There were two bus routes through the village - Number 9 which ran from Maidstone to Sevenoaks and operated by Maidstone & District - and the number 122 which was operated by Southdown and ran from Gravesend to Brighton. Both buses arrived in the village on the hour. I lived at Cobtree Cottage at the ...see more
I, along with many schoolchildren who attended Dursley Church of England school in 1955 entered the St. James churchyard through these gates on the way to school five days a week. My memories of the churchyard are of the rose trees that were on the grounds and the sheer beauty of the place on a spring and summer day, but the memories that give me the utmost pleasure when I think of this little spot have to do ...see more
My memories have a date range from 1958 to date. Although I was born in Irvine due to my mother needing urgent medical assistance I was brought up in a town that I grew to love and found easy to defend against anyone who barracked it.
I lived with my mother and father originally in Paxton Street which looked onto the bleechy (childrens' play area) which backed onto the cemetary of the St. Andrews Church. Like my Dad, I ...see more
Having grown up in Harrow during the 1950s and 60s, how well I remember my trips to Universal Stationers, seen here at the top of Station Road close to its junction with College Road. As a child I was always fascinated with stationery items and this shop stocked everything you needed. Upon entering you would be greeted by an assistant who would gladly climb a ladder to bring down reams of typing paper from the shelves ...see more
I have a photocopy of a photograph of the General Supply Stores, Sompting, dated around 1913, showing the owners, J and A White, proudly standing outside, one with a little dog at his feet, the other holding his bicycle. They were my grandfather, Walter John White and his brother, Alfred. My father, John Alfred Kelsey White, was born at the Stores in 1913. The photograph shows the Stores very ...see more
I have many happy childhood memories of this lovely place - we had a caravan around the corner in Lligwy Bay (nr Benllech) for over 10 years and this was one of the best beaches around. I remember walking from Llligwy around the headland where you could see this place, and trips in the car to this bay where we pitched our windbreaker and had a picnic on the beach, whilst building sand castles of ...see more
I was born in Tor House Torpoint in 1933. Tor House was purchased by my Grandfather R S G Norgate, Royal Navy, in the early 1900s. My Uncle Dr Robert Norgate inherited the property in 1934. My Brother Joseph and I lived with my Mother Louise Greaves at Tor House until we came to Australia in April 1949. In my memories of Torpoint, and the outbreak of war, we were living at Carbeile House, which my parents at ...see more
In this year I was 5 years old, and just starting school in the church hall in Gore Road, which is the road in which I also grew up.
I remember Burnham as a small, close-knit community, we went to church every Sunday, it was friendly and safe. My Mother's family were one of the first to inhabit Burnham, and are recorded in the doomsday book, the family name was Brookling. I have many happy memories of ...see more
I have no personal memories of Eversley but my father Percy Norman Pearson born 1910, who died 2003, talked fondly of holidays spent in Eversley with an aunt whose surname was Leversuch when he was a child/young man. He was living in Southampton at the time.
I have just started researching my family tree so am intrigued to find out more about Eversley and whether there are any ...see more
In the summer of 1963 my Dad took my sister (11), brother (4) and me (6) to stay with my Auntie Marie. She lived in the house adjoining the pub. I think it had a name like Penryn and appeared on the front cover of Country Life in the early 70's. I remember sleeping in the bedroom over the archway and waking up screaming in the middle of the night as I thought I had seen a gentleman dressed in black ...see more
My memories of Kirby Muxloe date back to 1949, when I was a bridesmaid at my father’s cousin Anne’s wedding at St Bartholomew’s Church. However it is the castle that I remember most, since we had to drive past it to visit her parents, my Great Aunt Nell and Great Uncle Stan in Desford Lane. In 1969 I photographed the Castle when I took my own sons to visit Anne’s sister, Eva, ...see more
Brockworth oh Brockworth, what a lovely village! I grew up there and my dad used to take my brother Melvyn and I for walks up the hill. Castle Hill and Coopers Hill. I remember walks from 1975 onwards, especially on the lower slopes of Coopers Hill where we used to stop at the spring and have some water from it. Boy oh boy that used to be freezing, until the summer of 1976. A very hot year that was, the spring was not as ...see more
When a boy, my father, Donald William Stevens, used to show visitors through the Pixie caves for 1/2d per person, with the light from a candle for illumination. After WWII he followed in his father's (William Henry Stevens) footsteps of being a Chudleigh shopkeeper, and opened a shoe shop at 7 The Square, (or Fore Street as some preferred). This shop was in business for 39 years, and sold all ...see more
My partner was evacuated from East London to Rostherene during the war years and has many fond memories of this place. It has lead me to look into it and hopefully surprise him shortly with a visit. He stayed at Shaw Green Farm along with his brother and is always telling me stories about his time there.
If anyone remembers these times and maybe some of the children that were sent from London please let me know.
Chobham infant school and Chobham primary were both situated behind the High Street. Many a summer day was spent "paddling" on the way home. This overflow channel ran from the old mill on West End Road and is united with the River Bourn at Seaneys Corner.
I have lived in Australia now for over 40 years. I still have very fond memories of my walk from Grenville Close to West Cowes High school as a 13yr old. The floating bridge was where I had my first smoke and my first kiss!!!! How I miss East Cowes and its natural beauty, if you were at West Cowes High school in 1961 - 1964 drop me a line. clemo10@iprimus.com.au
In 1953 very few households had television. I remember going along to the Fourways cafe on Coronation Day with my parents so that we could watch the Coronation on the television. My sister was only 3 and I was 5. The cafe was run by Mr and Mrs King. My now step mother worked there as a cook. Years later the cafe became the Fourways Furnishings, though I forget the exact name. That was run by Cyril & Hazel ...see more
The beach cafe shown in the photo entitled 'the anchorage' was owned and run by my aunts, the Misses Miriam and Evelyn Wales, whose father moved to Morfa Nefyn in the late 1800s to take charge of the cable station linked to Ireland. Also my brother was born in the cottage which is sideways on to the sea. Apart from the ghastly sea wall and breakwater nothing has greatly changed.
The Black bull pub has sadly been changed into two houses and a house has been built in what was the Black bull car park.
In 1977 I was ten years old and the "holy well" as it was known to me was a playground, an escape and a place to watch life in Folkestone happen before my eyes. The channel tunnel consigned all this to memory. I would walk from my house in Cheriton during the long summer break from school.
In February 1942, I and thirty other children from Northfield in Birmingham, were evacuated to Bargoed. I was taken in by Mrs Parker, who lived with her husband and Daughter, Phyliss, at 8 Plasnewydd Street.
My life in Bargoed was idylic, I had great friends at Bargoed Inf and Junior School, I had the Graig to play on and so much space, it was out of this world. Maybe I will return to Bargoed for a short visit. ...see more
I was born in 1942 and spent my childhood years living in the Way Road area of the city. My brother and I were lucky enough to have a family living directly behind us in Homefield Avenue (I think that is what it was called) - there were three children. We used to spend many happy hours playing in the brook at the bottom of the garden, getting very wet and kindly neighbours used to dry us out so we did not get ...see more
With my sisters, catching tiddlers on warm summer days. We would have picnics beside the river. We loved helping to change the lock for the boats that came through. Later, when a little older we would swim and for a while joined the canoe club. After my marriage and when I had children myself, my husband and I would take them for picnics. He would fish while they played and caught their own tiddlers. As ...see more
I used to look forward to the weekend so I could pay my 'tanner' and go to the Saturday morning pictures at the Capitol (now Marks & Spencer I believe). I was born and raised in Barking, Sutton Road (off Movers Lane). Went to school at Northbury (infant)/Westbury (junior) and finally Eastbury Secondary Modern schools. Looking at these old photos brings back a lot of happy memories for me. Haven't been back ...see more
This is what Dad had to say when I emailed him this site and the photos from 1955.
Dad lived in Oakley from childhood until 1987, when as a family we moved to Adelaide Australia. I myself lived in the village from birth in 1970 to 1987. He refers to Upper Farm, as this was where he lived. Now the site is covered by Upper Farm Rd, Yew Tree Close etc. I also lived in Yew Tree Close as a kid. ...see more
My first job as a Saturday girl (1974) was working at a newsagents called Jarman's on the right of this photo on the corner of the road which led to the police station and infants school Darley Dene. I remember having to weigh snuff and having to use an old-fashioned till where you had to add up the items and press down the correct keys to show the total in the top window. I worked for a lady called Molly - she was still there in the 1980's. I think I earned about 60p for a Saturday afternoon.
We used to love watching the trains come through and were sad when they brought in the barriers. I used to travel from Addlestone Station to Egham to attend Strode's College on the old trains which had corridors and compartments! Sounds ancient but was only 1977-79! From the train we could see the new line being built to accomodate the train once the M25 was completed!
This looks like the bridge over the canal at the Addlestone / New Haw border but I can't be sure. If it is I remember my parents taking us there (early 70's) to watch them put in new lock gates. The gates have the year engraved into them. I also believe that the lock keepers cottage, which I think is the house on the left, was used as a location for a film (about time travellers?).
This railway footbridge was one of my favourite places as an eleven and twelve year old lad, back in 1946 and 1947.
I would stand for ages in the centre of this bridge just waiting for the next steam train to rumble and thunder beneath me. Clouds of steam and smoke would billow up, strongly smelling and smutty stuff but highly exciting too! I would try to count the trucks or carriages as ...see more
A travelling fair each summer here was both a delight and a way to earn a few shillings when the fair ended. I would help dismantle the rides and stalls, working hard from morning to evening for about five shillings (25p) some of which would then be spent next day on hiring a rowing boat on the lake! The families who owned the rides were generous and very hardworking. I loved those times and it ...see more
Well not my memories exactly, but those from my father's diaries. He was John Welch and married a Peggie Richens who had grown up in Warminster. They married in the Minster Church and he left immediately for the war. When he came back he was stationed in Westbury for a while and wanted to make the area his home. He spoke of having tea and going to dances at the Old Bell. The entries stopped and in his next ...see more
My mother was born in Houghton le Spring and I came here many times with her and my brother.We always had great fun with her relatives, aunts, brothers etc. I've been back several times as a grown up and brought my own children. I will be returning soon.
My sixth and last billet as an evacuee during World War II, was at Bodrigy, Cadgwith. Bodrigy was being run almost like a boarding school with about 20 children there, and a matron to oversee us. We all went to school in Ruan Minor, and we would walk across the fields to school. I loved living in that area and did not want to return to London when the war was over. I remember we didn't get any coupons for ...see more
My mother lived in Warminster as a child and had lots of friends in the area. One worked at Longleat and she lived in what was called 'The Inkwell House' in the grounds. We went for tea. There were lots of very strange things pickled in jars & they weren't onions! The long grass outside was full of crickets. What happened to crickets in England and what happened to my mother's friend and the ink well house?
Mum and I would take the 112 bus from Norris road thro' Sale Moor and up to Sale station, then walk down School Road to "Woolies" where I was allowed to browse amongst the toys and confectionery. Fine days
I believe that the building in the right foreground with the spire is Eustace G.Parker's, where I was an apprentice watchmaker from 1965. Comments please...
We used to live in the house opposite the Horse & Groom, it was called Yonder Cottage, I wonder if it is still there, it was a very friendly public house, and we spent many happy hours in the company of friends, which I will always remember.
The highlight of the week was the dance at the village hall, when the soldiers came from surrounding camps - we did'nt mind their boots! Happy days and fond memories!
I was born in 1922 in the village of Mundford. My Father was the village policeman. The village was then a self-contained society and provided all the necessities of life, including a doctor, blacksmith, carpenter and general store. When other needs arose we hired a taxi or cycled the ten miles or so to Brandon, where there was then a train station that enabled us to get to Norwich or Kings Lynn. My Father ...see more
I was born in Salford, at 15 School Street in 1951. My first school was Stowells Memorial, I think the headmistress was a Miss Dent. There was a butchers shop one the corner with the same name as our family, but I don't think we were related. The little boy who lived there was called David Burgess. I remember rows and rows of terraced houses, all cobbled streets. Our street was a designated Play Street. ...see more
Fedsden a large white house just outlying the nearby hamlet of Roydon. Was it to become the nursing Hospital of the 1940's or a School in the 1950's? Is this the same place that Ralph Fowler was born? Any idea as to the current title and address? A long lost family member was once 'in service'at Fedsden.
My friend Hannah Rooth (Nee Symonds) can remember living in Hartfield in the late 1920s and 1930s. She lived at Kilnwood, in Cotchford Lane, and was married in the church in 1937. She then lived in Paddock Cottage in the same lane. In Hartfield in those days there were two pubs, a grocers, a bakers, a post office, village hall, and of course the church and church school. The village was very quiet, but there was the WI in the village hall, cricket matches, and maypole dancing at the school.
I have found a painting of Oakmere House, Potters Bar dated 1935. I believe the house is now a Beefburger Resaurant. There is a clearer view of the house from across the lake, there is the large pine tree & smaller trees on the right of photp, the trees & bushes on the left have not yet grown. It is an interesting painting relating to a modern photo. I can be contacted on 07752033574 if you are interested.
I remember vaguely seeing trolley buses and motor buses which were converted into living accomodation, even a tram car with the upstairs windows painted out,that would have been the sleeping quarters I would imagine, and at the eastern edge of the camp were tents, mostly ex-army. We must remember that the war was not long over and people had to make do with what was available. About 1953, I was stood at door of ...see more
I well remember the building in this photograph. I believe it was built as a brewery and in 1957 I remember working there, I was a joiner and was sent there at times to carry out joinery repairs etc. The firm I worked for at the time was J Greenhalgh of Rawtenstall. The brewery I recall was called Baxters, and was taken over a few years later by Beverly's beers, shortly after that it was demolished and can now be seen only as a large grass area.
Seeing this photo bought back painful memories! The year before this photo was taken I was in my usual rush to get from Slough Technical School to my home in Langley. This meant changing buses in Slough and if you were very lucky you could get off one bus and straight onto another. This day however, I saw a number 81 bus picking up riders at the Crown corner in the centre of town. I leapt off my bus and ...see more
My family moved to Barns Green in 1958 purchasing Cootes Farm and then Bachelor's Farm shortly after (hardly large enough to be called farms, but that was their names). I was 15 at the time and had many friends and fond memories of growing up in and around Barns Green.
If anyone that can remember me and would like to swap memories, I would be happy to hear from them. I was a little young when we ...see more
I can still remember the sound of the horse's "clipperty-clopp" as we went home in the hansom carriage after arriving at Thornton Heath station - I must have been about eight years old at the time - I always looked forward to our ride home.
I remember Evesham Street in Redditch in the early sixties very well. I was 15, had just left school, and was working at Liptons the grocers which was about half way up on the left just past the department store. There was a small chapel just opposite and also other grocery stores: Farrands, George Masons, the Home & Colonial stores. The Kingfisher coffee bar was on the corner, half way down, and the ...see more
This is one of the picturehouses that we could choose from on a Saturday. Many a happy Saturday morning was spent here with lots of children, with not a lot of pocket money!
