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His name was Desmonfd Byrne and he used to live in Bray in the 1970s, working at the GPO (Dublin). I do hope that someone will read this, and understand my very unperfect English: I'm from Brittany and am looking for this lost friend Desmond Byrne, and don't even know if he is still alive. We were friends with Anthony Butler, from Dublin. I hope someone will help me give this 'memory' a 'happy end'. Can you help? If so, thank you so much. My email is leondubas@yahoo.fr.
I was born at 22 Mill Street in 1941 and attended Fairy Street School from 1945-1951 and later Gallowflat from 1951-1955.
What a wonderful picture this is, a lovely summer's day at the height of the summer season (by the look of the beach). The small shelter featuring in the picture disappeared overnight during a cliff-fall around the mid 1960s (a guess). We lived very close to this axcess point to the beach and my father heard the rumble of the fall.
I have many fond memories of Carlin How. My gran lived there, and I was born there. I was reading a quote from Jean Appleton Saul, her dad was my uncle. I am also part of that family and it brought back a lot of old memories, Jean was my bridesmaid in 1965. Later on they moved to Canada and sad to say I have not seen Jean or her brother Graham since they went. Hopefully one day I might hear from them but it was also ...see more
This was a familiar sight during the summer months. Health and Safety would put a stop to this kind of thing nowadays but back in the 1960s it was the thing to do. Lots of holidaymakers' kids would all rush to help push the crab boats up the beach. One of the crab boatmen would push the boat while his partner would throw the next 'skid or skeet' under the boat to roll it eventually to the the ...see more
A familiar landmark for anybody who knows Overstrand. This picture could have been taken from my old front garden down Cliff Road. When I first became interested in cricket (1964-5 ish) around the age of 9 or 10, I would be watching the BBC coverage of the test matches during the summer holidays. I worked out if was quick enough I could run down to the cafe, buy myself a choc-ice and be back in front of the TV during ...see more
Thanks to Mr T Richards for his historic knowledge of Overstrand, (and some delving into Overstrandonline) this is indeed the hotel which was built in 1903, suffered subsidence 1906, burnt down 1947 and subsequently fell down the cliff shortly after. Unless the sea has washed them away remnants of the holtel could still be found on the beach.
Hi, I just moved to Windygates from Cupar. Moved here on the 2nd of April 2010 in a wee street called Henderson Park.
Hi Who remembers the Post House coffee shop in Post House Wynd? The first time I went there I thought "this is it - I've made it!!". It was a great meeting place and everyone had such a good laugh. Brings back very happy memories. Then after a few years I progressed to the "Tavern in the Town". Sadly both premises have changed use now but the memories remain - aaahhh!!
I am looking for anyone who knows of any families living in the Westhill district of Dartford during the Second World War era. I lived on Morland Avenue when they got hit by the V2 bomb. I would love to hear from you.
Yours,
Clive Jeffrey, Cloverdale, Canada.
I lived in Lime Tree Road and I was called Rita Simmonds at that time. My gran and granddad lived in Lampton Road, at the Great West Road End. They lived in a terrace of cottages next to a large house which I think was called The Highlands, where my granddad had an allotment in the grounds. I went to the Isleworth Green School for Girls and my dad worked at the Gillette factory at Isleworth. I ...see more
Hello Anne Sorrell! I saw your reference to your forebear at Tyle Mill. I hold an ever-increasing Index for Berkshire Millers and Mills. I have your Thomas DOWNING at Tyle Mill in 1864, and 1869. Hope this helps! Do you have any further info about him and the mill? I would be interested to add further to my Index.
Thanks and Kind Regards,
Tom HINE.
I was Christened at Brimington Bethel Chapel in July 1945, for some unknown reason, on a Tuesday. From my early memories I recall attending Bethel every Sunday twice a day and either walking it or catching the bus from Ringwood for we lived in Holligwood. My first Sunday School teacher was Mrs Mayfield and I liked her a lot. Next to the Chapel was Bradleys Garage and Stuart the son was in my class. ...see more
I was twelve years old and a pupil at Brimington Boys School. The school was on Foljambe Road and was an old Victorian building, very frugal and cramped. I was in my first year at this school and I did not like it at all. The discipline was tough and the classrooms cramped. In the spring of 1957 we moved into the new school, which meant all the items in school had to be taken to the new building. All the ...see more
My name is Kevin Mears, I lived in Wickford from my birth in 1958 until I got married in 1980.
I shall describe my memories of Wickford in the 1960s and 1970s as a couple of walks around the Wickford area.
This walk starts where the Southend Road joins the High Street I start my next walk down memory lane. Starting to walk along the Rettendon Road towards Rettendon there ...see more
Continued from Part 2
On the south side of the fire station were a few houses and then a footpath that led to the other entrance to the recreational ground. Also in this area, Laburnum Avenue, were a lot of war time prefabricated houses, which were later demolished.
A little further on, on the left hand side was an old village hall type of ...see more
Continued from Part 1 below.
Next to Martins Bank was a record shop, where I remember going with my parents and standing listening to records in the small listening booths. Next to the record shop was a row of weather boarded houses, which were set back from the road a little further.
Opposite these was a row of old cottages and the ...see more
My name is Kevin Mears, I lived in Wickford from my birth in 1958 until I got married in 1980.
I shall describe my memories of Wickford in the 1960s and 1970s as a couple of walks around the Wickford area.
The next walk again starts at the Shotgate Baptist church and ends in the town.
Leaving the church, turn right in to Bruce Grove, then you immediately come to ...see more
I attended Tyler's Croft from 1959 to 1963. I have good memories of Tyler's including Mr Flint. He was a good and fair Headmaster. I was called into his office a few times, including when I cut classes. He had a mean cane. My parents knew him well since my brother also went there (1958 to 1962. Mr Curtis was the deputy head. I had him for Geography. Mr Horn - English, Mr Perkins - Music (I ...see more
My memories of Greyabbey date back to 1940 just after the Blitz when Mum and her 3 sisters plus one sister-in-law with a bunch of kids relocated to Cardy, a small community appox. 3 miles from Greyabbey. I was 8 years of age at the time and immediately fell in love with the countryside and its friendly and generous people. Times were tough then with the worries of war and just barely enough food to feed a full ...see more
My name is Kevin Mears, I lived in Wickford from my birth in 1958 until I got married in 1980.
I shall describe my memories of Wickford as a couple of walks around the Wickford area.
My first walk is from the Baptist church in Shotgate to the the C of E Infants School on Southend Road. Turn left out of the Baptist church, which I used to attend in my teens, and proceed along ...see more
I started Twyford, Church of England School in 1965 (until 1971) and this photo is exactly as I remember it was.
I remember a really nice guy with whom I was at school - Colin Mason (Col), his family owned a cafe in the village. I wonder if either it or he are still around. Our posse used to nip down there to meet girls or have a sneaky cigarette!
As a young girl, me and my friends used to go on the lake in these boats, we had such fun. It's such a shame it's not the same these days.
I remember your parents so well, running the shop. Your father used to add everything up himself out loud, and your mum was always so quiet and kind, with her long dark hair pinned up. And I remember they had a Ford Anglia car and I remember seeing them going out in their car on the afternoon the shop was closed, to the surrounding countryside and eating sandwiches. I remember Jennifer, she died of multiple ...see more
At the end of 1995 my family moved to Eudon Mill at Eudon George near Bridgnorth. The old timber framed house dating from the sixteenth century had been the original water powered corn mill and in the large grounds there was the ruins of a later eighteenth century water powered tower mill, which we understood had worked until the mid thirties and was demolished in the early fifties. The Borle brook ran through the ...see more
We moved from The Medway Towns in South-east of England in the early nineties to the West Midlands to go narrow boating on the canals. I worked for premier narrow boat builders Les Allen and Sons at Velencia Wharf in Oldbury and we bought a small seventeenth century cottage in Corngreaves road nearly opposite Corngreaves Hall beside what was then Clancey's Foundary and the river Stour. The Hall ...see more
My Grandparents were Charlie and Mary Solomon, they lived in Timaru House on the main road. They had five children Bert, Les, Evelyn, Geoff and my mother Gwen. My Aunt Evelyn married Edward Williams who was manager at the Co-Op and Uncle Les worked in the bakery. My mother was head buyer for the drapery department. My mother married a St Dennis man, Rex Harris, and went to live at ...see more
I was brought up in Menheniot and attended Liskeard Secondary during the early to mid 1960s, my maiden name was Harris. Sports days were always a big event at the school and very well organised. How fantastic that you went on to represent the county. I think I just about remember you. Mr Andrews was a wonderful Headmaster, a mild and considerate man who really cared for his pupils' well-being. I remember ...see more
I remember your grandparents and Sylvia. They used to visit Central Villas a lot. Sylvia was a friend of Florence and Walter Bennett (sister and brother). My parents Rex and Gwen Harris lived next door. I was wondering what had happened to Sylvia only recently. Seem to remember she married and had a daughter later in life. Sylvia and her daughter visited my mother at Hartmeade Estate and the little girl sang a ...see more
My first memory of Swithland Village goes way back to the days when I was very young. The war was over and we had become accustomed to Holidays at Home instead of going to the sea-side. My parents bought a chalet in what we called Swithland Woods but it was actually farm land that had been given over to accomodate recovering soldiers from WW 1. Chalets had been built and large tents were used to house the ...see more
Well, Wesley, the famous preacher, preached from my garden, to the populous in about 1763. This was pre-soap days, so I'm sure lots of people turned out. I believe my house was a yeoman's small farm, but has grown from its beginnings in the 15th century. Inside the house shown on the right in one of the photos is still an old 'beehive' bread oven. It has lots of the old features associated with a ...see more
How well I remember arriving at Wells-next-the-Sea from Leicester as a new bride. My husband was a former high school pen-friend who was now in England serving in the U.S Air Force, having been in the country from his home in Wisconsin for a year. Now stationed at Sculthorpe. We spent our first week in Norfolk in the village of Sydestone until we could find rental accomodations in Wells. Our home ...see more
My husband's grandparents Alexander and Jane Gillespie are buried at Barhol Chapel, Aberdeenshire. Alexander died on 20 January 1940. We have a photograph of their
gravestone there.
I was a resident of St Boniface Home, Sampford Peverell, from 1943 to 1946. Our Scout and Cubscout group used 'the Rock' (although we had a different name for it) for many of our scouting activities. The large mound to the west was ideal for semaphore practice and due to a large population of rabbits was referred to as 'Connie Warren'. Many proficiency badge tests were passed using the Rock as a base camp. Perhaps someone can recall its alternative name.
This is the interior of St. Mary's, Higher Brixham - parts of which date back to Norman times. My mother, a Brixham girl born and bred, was married here in August 1952. I, along with my twin brother,w as christened in the baptismal font (left foreground) a year later. Generations of my mother's side of the family lie buried in the churchyard and I still have relatives who have lived in Brixham all their lives, and I spent many a childhood holiday there.
It was February 10th 1999 I was born, it was 8:35am. My mom is Alixes Tuthill, my dad is John Tuthill the 5th. I am 10 years old right now, in 5th grade, Ms Schoreder's class,
and my memory is of when I was 6 years old and I started cheerleading for the first time and fell in love with it. I am now going on my 5th year and it still is fun. I can't wait for people to be a cheerleader like me, it's lots of FUN.
I was four years old when I moved to Gilfach Goch with my sister Pauline and my dad Samual James Carson and my mam Sybil (Mills), she was from Gilfach and so was most of her family. We lived with my Gransher, Mark James Mills, for a while, at Wyndam Street, Evans Town. My dad had a job on Rhondda Transport buses as a bus conductor. We moved from Wyndam Street to two Station Houses on the outskirts ...see more
Like my sister (Sharon Bondy), I also have great memories of Clare Road. We lived at 8 Clare Road (the Williams's). I am the oldest of 3 kids (my sister Sharon & brother Leyton). I vaguely remember moving to this house from our Pen-Y-Grug house (I think I was 5 of 6 yrs old at the time - early/mid 1970s). Many of our friends lived on our street, and we would walk to school together since the Wern ...see more
I was born in Redhill but grew up in Horley in Surrey. I had two brothers and one sister. My maiden name was Rose McKeon and my brothers were Tom, Franklyn and I had a sister Jo. I would love to hear from anyone that knew the family in those times. I am living in Az. Horley is still a very special place to me.
I moved to Sanderstead when I was 5 from Crystal Palace and lived there until I moved to Scotland for work reasons when I was 24. I also have fond memories of Sanderstead being a great place to grow up - going to Ridgeway Junior School. My parents still live there and I return regularly. The picture above of the Station approach on Sanderstead Hill really hasn't changed that much. A zebra crossing has been added ...see more
I was born in Abbey Street, Thorpe le Soken in 1924, the son of Charles and Winifred Day. I had two brothers, Basil {who was two years older} and Eric, my twin brother. I was educated at Rolph School, High Street, Thorpe, I had two headmasters, Mr Bird and Mr Corkett. Two of the highlights of my schooldays were seeing an airship go over and seeing the Prince of Wales (later to become King Edward VIII) go by on his ...see more
I was born in Stroud and lived in Cashesgreen and Paganhill until I was 11 when the family moved to Hertfordshire. My aunt lived at Minchinhampton in a house my sister now owns. As children we remember making the then very slow journey from Cashedgreen up Rodborough Hill past the Fort and along the common, waving at the big bear outside the pub and then onto our aunt's house for a very merry Christmas Eve ...see more
I lived my early years in Millstream Lane in the 1960s up to 1974. It was a wonderful place to grow up. Just off the NW corner of the Green on Greg's farm there was a barn with a number of rusting old vehicles and farm machinery scattered around. Besides threshers and early tractors, there were some WW2 military vehicles including half-tracks, an American troop lorry and best of all an amphibious DUKW which was ...see more
I recently visited Wootton Wawen to look at the war memorial where my great-grandfather Samual James Whitehouse is mentioned. He was the local postman and sadly died at the beginning of the First World War. I felt honored to be able to visit such a pretty place where he had lived. If anyone has memories of him or his son, Harold Whitehouse who was my grandfather,I would love to hear them.
This memory of 1961, and me and me pal Wes Coulthard started work at the Delta Rolling Mills (this was over Scotswood Bridge towards Blaydon, left along the river by the Skiff Inn). It was hard work but the dosh was better than other places. We started on the East Mill which rolled flat bars maybe up to 60 feet long when finished through the process of the rolling. I remember Phil and Lennie Scott who were brothers, ...see more
My sister and I spent many happy holidays in Highcliffe. We used to stay in a chalet that was situated in a field at the back of a pub. There were chalets all the way round the edge of the field and there was a shower block at the bottom. Very primitive by today's standards but what fun we had. I can't remember the name of the pub but it was on the main Lymington road. My mum used to see us over the main ...see more
Hi, I am still trying to find the whereabouts of Belinda Armsden, does anyone know any more about her family?
Dancing the night away at the rink, from 10pm until 2am on Friday nights, was the highlight of my teenage years. My boyfriend played in saxophone and clarinet in the resident band. Had some great times, felt so grown up staying out so late. George Pennington was my boyfriend's name. I have lived in Australia for the past 41 years but have never forgotten my nights at the rink. I lived in Leeholm but travelled ...see more
There used to be a little cabin in a corner of the dodgems. My brother Geof used to play. If you remember anything about those days please get in touch. I suppose you could say he was a disc jockey. I would like to know if anyone remembers any of them. Maybe some of the Cheethams kept any of the records. They were good days. The fields all around were covered with tents, me and my mates had a rare old time with the ...see more
I worked at the Green Man, a lovely little thatched pub. The manager was Phillip Hanson Lester who used to play a grand piano in the bar. He was quite famous inthe are for his pub meals and eventually retired to Spain. We all had great fun after hours in the bar and I particularly remember Jeff Sewell who owned a BMW garage in Great Dunmow. Cliff Richard lived nearby. I have gret memories of lovely ...see more
As a child in the 1960s and 1070s my memories of Crouch Street are distinctly Christmassy, I loved the decorations they always put out, and also the trip to the butchers there to pick up the sausages and turkey on Christmas Eve, followed or preceded by a trip to Nanna in Butt Road, in of course Butt Road, I loved that street!
This bridge is usually referred to as a seven arched bridge but looking at this 1888 photograph, there appears to be eight of them. The tunnel nearest the camera still exists and I recall how it once gave access to the old Regent Cinema which these days serves as an amusement arcade. Is it possible that the arch or tunnel at the far end could also have housed a road or even a railway line? ...see more
My Nanna in Butt Road had a few scary stories up her sleeve to thrill us with, and one of them was about this old bit of wall, I don't remember it being fenced off when I was a girl. Anyway, she used to say that there was an old Roman Centurion who used to walk the wall and appear at this gate, it still gives me a little shudder even today! My modern children are not at all interested in this little story, needless to say!
I have been searching Google Earth photos, I cannot find any trace of The Granada Thornton Heath. It appears to have now been demolished. What a shame, a part of my childhood has disappeared completely John Wimpenny 16.5.2010
Yes, I can remember some happy sunny afternoons on the lookout for boys around the mid 1970s, we used to pool hop between the new indoor and the old outdoor,
A less happy memory was doing my 50m Preliminary 2 with Heathlands Primary, as we travelled there on the coach the sky was black and we were all sure it would be cancelled, it was a FREEZING cold day. But no, we all got lined up at the edge of the ...see more
My father (W F King, known as Bill) was a member of this group which unfortunately no longer exists but has donated its photographs and booklets to West Yorkshire Archives. My father left me all his photographs and I am the legal copyright owner of all those he gave to the Group and many more of Windhill. I can supply early 20th century photos of Windhill (and free Thumbnails) if you contact me at wfkphotos@ntlworld.com.
I remember the Taylor family, Mum, John and Marian (no longer with us) coming to stay with us in Liverpool. My mum was from Lloyney and knew them well. Harold Taylor was on a ship docked in Liverpool so they stayed with us so they could see him, I was quite young but remember it well. I spent the Second World War years with Mona Cadwallader in Knighton, my brothers stayed in Lloyney.
My parents bought Old Stowey from Major Enderby, sadly after my father's death in 1970 the place was sold for 50.000 complete with farm workers cottages & 600 acres. I now see it's on the market with 40 acres for 1.5 million.
I really loved the area but could be desolate when the cloud closed in and when the snow came. My parents are buried in Cutcombe churchyard. I would like to live near there again but am ...see more
I remember growing up in Coronation Street, and the air raid shelter on the field (now a pub).
I remember the creepy pasages down past the art room to the cloakroom. I used to grab my coat and run! I also remember being allowed to play among the conker trees which provided a corridor to run underneath. When the leaves fell we would gather them up and make dens around the bottom of their massive trunks. I remember being so cold in the winter that we would take it in turns to sit on the big radiators with our ...see more
I was born in Cinderford in 1962 and lived there until the mid 1980s. Through my childhood the town centre around the Square (now called the Triangle!) was busy and prosperous with all sorts of shops, my favourites being Woolies for my huge Airfix collection and James (now Merretts) for comics, toys and Standard fireworks. It's sad to see the town centre run-down now, my mum and sister still live there. ...see more
My family has been conected to Kingsand and Cawsand since the 1700s, and before, I expect. My family names are Colmer, Skinner, Prest (Millbrook) and Booth. I am very proud to be part of this forgotton corner of Cornwall.
I was stationed at Bovington 1957/59 as a National Serviceman, the posting was a happy one.
My job was looking after the demo: Saladin (the 6 wheel Sarecen APC Chassis but with a small gun instead of the seats ie. A Commander and a Driver plus a radio/gunner), a recon vehicle for the tanks. I have a photo with my sarecen with L plates! Driving was at Clouds Hill demo ...see more
My first home was Hope Cottage next to the Sun Inn, Dunsfold. I am pretty sure that the cottage was owned by Lloyds Bank and my parents rented it from them.
My grandparents, Stan and Madge Blay, also lived in the village and my father and his 4 brothers all grew up there. When my grandmother died and my grandfather retired to Devon, I moved as a very small child to 11 Binhams Meadow, which was my grandparent's house.
I happened upon Salcombe Regis by chance late April and what a magic sight the churchyard was. The huge low-hanging white blossom tree was magnificent and yellow and white daffodils scattered among the old lichen encrusted tombstones completed the picture. I discovered that evening from long lost relatives, that several of my ancestors (Maeers and others) had been born in Salcombe Regis, and there would ...see more
I lived in Herne Bay for my teen years. I remember the Pier burning down and the sea freezing over. The winds could be so strong my mother and I had to hold on to the lamposts for fear of blowing into the sea. Some summers though the sea was like a mill pond and there were small rafts that you could dive from. Beautiful memories.
My grandparents lived in Church Cottages, a stone's throw from the church. As a child I remember staying with my grandparents, the toilet in the garden, and having a bath, Nan used to pull down the tin tub, cleanest in first, the dirtest in last,. It was a small cottage 5 girls & 2 boys sharing 2 beds top & tail. We lived in Station Road and would walk to Nan's daily. I went to the village school, and Nan ...see more
Walking up Vennel Street, Dalry one afternoon I was approached by a pal's dad, Jimmy Morrison. Jimmy, I'd heard, was putting a junior football team together. He crossed the road towards me and said: "Fancy joining my team? We're applying to play in the Ayrshire league."
"Who else have you got?", I asked. "Nobody yet, you'd be the first", he replied.
I signed up as the first player in the new 'Rye Rovers' squad of ...see more
I loved my time at this place.
It's funny, you are right, the dance always ended in a fight. They had some good bands though.
I was a paperboy from 1967-1970. My round was from Cliff Davies shop to the top of the pit past the old St Margaret's factory and on I walked to Brittania, it was a newish estate then. Some mornings I got a lift off Dai Radford the milkman in his very rare Landrover milk float.
My grandparents, Harold and Phyllis Fenton, ran the village post office in the 1930s, 1940s, 1950s and 1960s from their home in the stone house opposite the Horse and Jockey Inn. My three sisters and I, daughters of Margaret Fenton and Joseph Gerard Nevin, visited with our grandparents many times during the 1950s and 1960s and early 1970s. I remember the village of Waddington as a quiet rural ...see more
I grew up in old Denaby with my 2 older brothers. My mum had lived there from birth and still does to this day. In those days it was a real village community, unfortunately this has disapeared over the years, it is now a place for people with too much cash, the spirit has left the place. I spent many happy hours up the wood or the playing field, football was the order of the day on Sunday afternoon. Acorn fights were the event of choice in the woods as well as games of hiddy (hide 'n seek).
The field in your picture where the sheep roam is now a football field and a park for the children of Rockbeare.
I grew up in Fazeley along with my little brother Glenn. Some of my best memories would be of the good summers we used to have when we would spend most of the school holidays swimming and fishing in the brook at Brook End. We would dam up the shallow brook and spend many hours in the now 5ft deep water,(due to our dams). Then we would build swings across the brooks and have hours of fun. In the main summer months you ...see more
I was born at Tir Elenore Farm, Betws in 1937. I went to Betws Primary School and then to Amman Valley Grammer School.
I met a lovely lady from Baughton Lane while living in central London, the lady's name was at the time Miss Delphine Sherriff. She told where she lived and I have been around your most beautiful landscape. After meeting the lady I went backpacking around Europe for 5 years and lost touch. Whilst living in London we went to see '42nd Street' it Drury Lane. She told me how beautiful Baughton was and I ...see more
I used to go to Wendover Primary School when it was situated beside the clock tower. The head master was then H. J. Figg Edgington. I began in Mrs Tott's class, then Mrs Connolly's, then Mr Spencer's, then Gertrude Agatha Jones's. It was the best time there. We would walk the Heron Path on nature walks, down through the 'rec towards the church and pond, then back past the stream which had sticklebacks and ...see more
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