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This is an iconic picture for me in two ways. First it shows the Spanish City somewhere near its heyday (spring/summer of 1955), bringing back memories of the great band of Harry Atkinson (the Ted Heath of the Bay), who played there. I went to Longbenton C of E primary school with his son, Joss.
But kindly lower your gaze to the lone car. It is a Vauxhall 14 and it is parked ...see more
I was disturbed to read the Memory posted in early September from a contemporary about our common primary school, Bridport Visitation Convent. It was reprinted in the Bridport News of October 1st so needs to be balanced I feel. That gentleman clearly doesn't remember his time there with relish but I wonder why he didn't put his schooldays into the context of the time.
My own experience at the Convent was ...see more
I remember warm sunny days when me and the gang would go down to the local river and meet many of the guys there from surrounding villages and have a whale of a time. The summers were hot, and we spent hours upon hours just swimming, flirting, horse playing, laughing, and having so much fun. Then came the time when we all started going our seperate ways, losing track of each other as we all ...see more
Ashtead is the best place on Earth to live! I lived there with my sister and brother for almost 5 years in the late seventies early eighties..... this picture of the Street brings me tears of joy, the people there were wonderful, polite, hospitable and loving; I wish I could go back there one day to visit old neighbors and see this beautiful town and country again!!
My sister and I are from Canada and came to Scotland this past month, August, 2009, to see where our mother, Kathleen Low, and her family were born and raised in their youth. After many years of hearing them describe their homeland, we knew it instantly as soon as we saw the beautiful coast line and smelled the fresh sea air! Our grandfather was William Herbert Low and he was born in Benholm. His ...see more
It was about 1953. Saturday afternoon was a great day down at the Imperial picture house in Newburn. Roy Rogers and Trigger, Gene Autry with his guitar and six guns, Flash Gorden with his ray gun, Batman and his cape. I remember an older lad than us called Wee Wee Reed, he had bright ginger hair, anyway Batman had been on and when we came out Wee Wee put his black Burberie mack, tied the sleeves around his neck and ran ...see more
I was born on 'the Island' and lived there until I was 17 years old. Nell's Point used to be my play ground.I have many fond memories of counting the coaches that used to bring the visitors from far and wide, the coaches would park in the Municiple coach park on Forest Drive above which was a nine hole golf course,the old army barracks and the Coastguard station. I am a member of National Coastwatch ...see more
My first memory of Llantrisant is when I was just becoming 16 and I had decided to hitch hike to Llantrisant to see a girl I had met at the Frasiethorpe Eilm chuch youth camp, which I did and our relationship lasted a few months, I went into the RAF and we drifted apart - young love is such a fickle thing!
I live in Newcastle, NSW, Australia. My relative, William Phillips was born in Neath and lived at 14 Company Street, Llantwit Fardre when married. He was a collier. He married 6/1875 Rachel Thomas (b.18/7/1852 Pontypridd Llaneth Verdre).In 1886 he and his family emigrated to Australia and settled in Stockton, NSW, a suburb of Newcastle. They had 9 children. He was a co-founder of the Stockton ...see more
I remember falling off a bike on Millfield Crescent when I was about 7 or 8 and I had a really bad knee injury, there was no going to hospitals in those days though, it was Kit
Bateman, a first aider at the pit, who mended me and bandaged me up, I still have a big scar on me knee to this day. There were two women who lived in Francis Terrace who never saw eye to eye, Polly Kane and Hilda Robson, they would have ...see more
One memory of my time spent at St Peter's as a border (my house been The Rise )were the God awful brown blazers purchased from Moss Bros (of York). It wasn't that they were uncomfortable that was the problem, it was the rule that they had to be worn constantly.
The school week was Monday to Saturday lunch time, after which we as borders were allowed into York itself, BUT we had to wear the uniform (on a Saturday) ...see more
My grandparents lived in Hearts of Oak Cottages and we used to go and see them on Sundays with my dad and brothers while my mam made dinner. We would walk down the old line. My dad took us to the engine room at the colliery to show us the engine, it was exciting, then we would go to Gran's for a drink and a bite to eat. I loved my gran's food. She gave us sixpence every week half a crown on our birthday.
Up past the lightning tree, its trunk split in half where it was struck. Round Conjoin Lane and back home to Mum. Big brother and sister, our Vee and our George, fair-haired and handsome, this brother of mine. Our Vera is dark, beautiful and mysterious, seven years older, I love her to bits. She puts my long hair in rags and teases me. Our George brings his mates, 'Melly Hood' I call ...see more
Would anybody be able to help me? I am looking to find old photographs of an Edith Cottage that apparently was on Edith Walk in Great Malvern. I am looking for photos on or around 1933, as my partner's father lived in this cottage (he orginally gave me the information as being Rose Cottage, but this was incorrect). If anybody has any photos, or knows of any books containing any photos of this cottage, the road it was on or of this area, please let me know, I will be extremely grateful.
This is about 1951 and Millfield Lane was opposite the allotments and the clay field. On the dark nights we would tie thread to the door knockers and lead it across the road and up the bank to a grassy hollow where we could see but not be seen from the houses, then a sharp tug on the thread would bring a puzzled face to the door, a couple of knocks on the same door would have us in hysterics. Then we came up ...see more
I remember buying cottage loaves at Mrs Rhymes' bakery and being given a tiny one to eat on my way home. I also remember the paper cones of chips my brother bought me for 3d! I used to have three pence to spend in the sweet shop and the choice was so huge - I loved the little sweets that looked like sausages, peas and potatoes - great for doll's teas.
I used to visit my grandparents Ike and Gwladys Morgan at 9 Sea View Terrace nearly every school holiday until I was 13. My sister and I loved to play on the witch's hat on the common - just across the road from our grandparent's house.
The Brickfields, a place to catch sticklebacks,newts, tadpoles and slow worms. A friend of mine used to live in one of the terraced houses,I believe they must have once been workers' houses and were then taken over by the council. They still exist today, and fortunately haven't been ruined by renovations, as far as I can tell anyhow. There was a path at either side of ...see more
Memories of visiting Uncle Bernard at his cobbler's shop, and smelling the leather and sweaty feet. Uncle Bernard makes crisps, peeling potatoes so thin with the knife he uses to cut leather, and the crisps taste good, Uncle Bernard is my friend. We go to the Orchard behind the Club(Ex- Service Mens Club). He keeps Banties there (small hens to you), Uncle Bernard, Uncle Herbert and Dad ...see more
Right from a small child i have grown up loving Wells-next-the-Sea, my dad used to take us on holidays there and we stayed in a little cottage which was a short walk to the quay where my brother and I would wander down to the amusement arcade to play on the 2p machines. We would sit along the edge of the quay and try our luck at crab fishing and then take a stroll down to the beach, which seemed a long ...see more
I was a pupil at Barlborough Hall School from Jan 1955 to July 1959. I then went to the senior school, Mount St Mary's, just a couple of miles away, until July 1965. Just above the main entrance is a small rectangular hole. Just behind this is a secret room called a priests hidey hole where a person could hide. The Rhodes family were secretly Catholics and had a live-in Jesuit priest. If Jesuit priests were ...see more
We arrived in Brixham in the spring of 1954, our first 'home' was a one bedroom basement 'flat' in Torquay. I found plumbing work on a block of flats at Plainmore, and became close friends with Brian and Whin Dovey from the Newton Abbott area, unfortunately we have since lost touch. Our first home in Brixham was in Langley Avenue. I worked for Palmers in Dartmouth before starting sub-contract plumbing and small building ...see more
At the age of just under 18 I used to enjoy a drink with friends in the bar of the 'Dee View'. My father also enjoyed a drink in the snug; whenever he came in, through the side door, I would be warned "Your dad has arrived!" and would make a quick exit via the front door. One night my father came in through the front door, and I had no chance of escape. "What are you doing here?" he asked. Wishing that I was ...see more
I wonder how many Ryders still live in Leyburn and East Witton. My mother was the daughter of George Ryder who was born in East Witton in 1881. George's parents were William G and Margaret Ryder who had at least 9 children, all born in East Witton. William G himself was the only child of Joseph Ryder whose brother John farmed Witton Lodge. Joseph and John were sons of Ellen Ryder, born 1779 was farming Witton Lodge ...see more
I was just reading the memory by Geoff Taylor and thought how weird it was that his grandad Robert Bignell was a shepherd at the Manor House and I Patricia Bignell am currently employed at the Manor house as housekeeper. Could there maybe be some uncanny connection? It is probably sheer coincidence that we have the same surname. I commute from Banbury to work there.
My memories of growing up in 1940s' Tideswell are: navy blue knickers with elastic bottoms, gym slips and liberty bodices, awful shoes, legs like poppy stems, twirling and whirling, chalk on the blackboard, desks with inkwells, teachers so prim we held them in awe - they knew each and every one of us. Snotty noses, permanent sniffs, the thick and the bright. Running home to Mother - "What's there for tea?". Want more? Get in touch!
Elsie Hollis, International Poet
I have just learnt that my aunt, Rhona Mortimer (her maiden name) and her sister Grace Mortimer were evacated to Darley Abbey during the Secopnd World War years. I think was only for 3 months. My dad Len Mortimer was evacuated nearby. Rhona would have been about 7 years old and Grace maybe 10 years. My dad would have been about 8/9 years old. They stayed with a Jessie Toll and her mother. If anyone has any ...see more
This photograph illustrates all too well the erosion of the cliffs. The profile of Beeston Bump seen in the background of this photograph compared with to day shows just how much land we have lost. My father used to speak of playing football as a boy on level ground beyond Beeston Bump, that is on the seaward side of the bump. Just off camera the Grand Hotel is ...see more
I lived in the cottage next to the King and Miller and the Co-op stores, Deepcar then was a peaceful village. I attended Deepcar C of E school on Carr Road like most of the children in Deepcar. We attended St John's Church every Sunday, and maybe went to a movie at Stocksbridge. My mother did her weekly shopping at Stocksbridge market and shops, the daily shopping at the Co-op. In the summer ...see more
I was born at 1 Kings Cottages in April 1931. I have two brothers, and as young boys we were close friends of the late Gerald Mitchel. Gerald's mum, nee Doris King, lived with her husband (Syd, who served with the RAF) in what was then called Brickyard Cottages. Their next door neighbours were the Gunn family. I have so many fond memories of our days spent playing, climbing on the brick kilns, swimming ...see more
My father helped out Caledonian House and my mother was an usherette at the Picture House in Hunstanton. My grandmother Cecilia (Cissy) and her husband Eddie ran Caledonian House and also had a garage behind it where my dad did help out occasionally. My grandmother ran Caledonian House for some while until her roots took her further afield to Wales. Dad then went to work for Skip Searle in the early 50s and ...see more
My name is Ken Chapman. I was born in Esh Winning in 1954 and moved away in 1972. I have not been back very much, but do miss people I knew who I worked and went to school with. I went to school at Cornsay colliery and Waterhouses. I didn't have too bad a childhood, although my brother and sister were quite older than me so I was like an only child. I lived on the Hamsteels estate, had mates like the Rewburys, ...see more
I remember swimming the width of the Severn and back again as a sea cadet at the age of 9 or 10, from the boathouse steps.
In 1964/5 I drove from London with 4 young ladies to attend the wedding of our friend Pamela Blackwell, braving a full on snow storm in an old wreck whose windscreen wipers did not work except with the use of a delicately placed piece of string. We only managed half the distance on the first day and 'slept' in the car overnight in a truck lay-by where all the drivers lit fires under their engine block to ...see more
I worked as a Saturday girl at the hairdressers opposite the church in Banstead High Street when I was 15 in 1969. It was called Nicolette then and I worked for Margaret and her mother Mrs Anscombe. Margaret was a lovely boss, she taught me many things. The salon seemed huge to me in those days, but on a recent visit I was surprised at how tiny it is now. When I worked there we had ...see more
What a wonderful memory, going from Tilbury to Gravesend when I was on P&O 'Iberia' as a BRS, which was in the 1960s.
I did my cinema management training at the Gaumont, Lewisham under Keith Hann and assistant Brian Richardson, then moved on as assistant at Deptford Odeon, New Cross Gaumont, Bromley Odeon and eventually my first management was The Walpole (300+ seats) at Ealing and then on to The Astoria (3027 seats) in the Old Kent Road, I finally left in 1962. Do you remember the catastrophic fire that destroyed the ...see more
My great grandparents lived in the schoolhouse in Campsie in the early 1900s. They had 6 children I think. My mum, Mary Mason Robertson, was born in 1924 and often stayed there, sleeping in the cupboard bed at the top of the stairs which frightened her! All her life she was claustrophobic and blamed this. I have visited the Clachan of Campsie many times and feel so at peace there.
This was about 1954. The Salvation Army was a large hut on Millfield bank, they did lovely pie and pea suppers now and again for about threepence. Every Sunday evening from six till about seven the Salvation Army band would play on the corner next to Lloyd's Bank. I was enthralled with the musical instruments and decided I wanted to learn how to play one of these, so I joined the band. I went along to band practice and ...see more
If anybody knew my dad and reads this site, please tell others, Tony died on October 31st 2008 at home in the arms of June, his wife of 57 years and my mum. It is now nearly a year and I still miss him so much, I lost a mentor and friend. On www.archive.org there are two short movies of him and his family, one taken at 18 Priors Park, Hornchurch when he must be about 30 years old, and another in his home in ...see more
Hi John Moore, I am very interested in what you remember. I was born at number 34 in 1941 and lived with my nana Ethel and grandad, mother Rita and sister Rita, there was also a boy from London, Douglas Kitson, he lived with Nana until he got married in 1957 but died in 1983 aged 47. My mother Rita died AUG. 26th 2009 aged 93 years, my father Phil. in 1997 aged 79. I live in Nottingham now (since 1964) but ...see more
This is only an approximate year of 1954. There was the old hospital at Newburn by the Stanners and it was occupied by these Dutchmen who had came to dredge the Tyne. We would spend many an evening sitting chatting to them as they sat on the steps outside with their clogs on, wearing funny hats and smoking clay pipes. I suppose these were the first foreign people we had seen. The Stanners was the end of the Dewley ...see more
My dad was the butcher, we had the first shop in the row opposite the Goat pub, do you remember Roy?
I first went to Fairbourne when I was probably only about 6 months old. My mother's parents lived in Friog. Hendoll Bungalow up Fford Hendoll was to be a holiday destination for many years after that, right up to 1995 which was the last time I was there. I had always promised my daughter that we would visit one day and show her the Dragon's Teeth, the Blue Lake and the train. It was this year in August that we ...see more
I have vivid memories of Piperhill farm and house despite my age at the time (2). My father was a clerk of works at Brackla airfield at the time and we all lived with the Urquharts at the farm. I have clear memories of the farmhouse and farm buildings, particularly the scents of the steading, hay loft, stable and piggery. Mrs Urquhart kept bees for the honey, and also a small orchard. There ...see more
YEAR 1953 The steam train was known as the Dilly, it would haul trucks with shale etc from Throckley to Lemington on a single track to where the pit heap was, the trucks would go into a shed one at a time and a huge barrel type thing would lock on to it turning the truck 360 degrees until the contents were tipped out. This is where the two tubs would be filled and hauled up the pit heap as I mentioned earlier. When ...see more
My mum and dad retired to Llandderfel and lived in 'Plas Onn' by the bridge - a lovely home. Sadly it was a time of family tragedy and they didn't stay long - Mum was born and lived in Wales until her 20s and she was still classed as an outsider by a few of the locals which hurt her so much - one of the girls stole lots of things from the house. Hey ho, I suppose it doesn't really matter any more as my parents ...see more
In the year 1940 I was 5 years old when I started to attend Westhill School. During the Second World War bombing controlled our lives, and I remember spending a lot of time in the air raid shelter. I remember my teacher well, she wore her hair in a bun and wore a long dress, she had a strange name of Miss Fidgin and I think the headmaster's name was Mr Ward. Does anbody out there share these memories? Clive Jeffrey
I have been researching my great-grandfather. I found out that he was born at The Porters Lodge, Doune in 1848. His name was John Bilton and his father, Thomas Bilton, was a gamekeeper on the Doune Estate. My great-grandfather changed his name as a teenager to John Bilton Duncan. He had several brothers and sisters, all born in Doune. I wonder if the Biltons are buried in Doune and if there are any descendants ...see more
I was told a tale by Mrs Lester of Bradwell Village that one day the lord of Bradwell Manor had visitors from Scotland staying, and early one morning as they looked out of their bedroom window and looked across the fields towards Heelands they remarked how much the scenery reminded them of home and the Hi'glands, and this is how the name became.
I was born and brought up in Croydon and although I now live in the Channel Islands I still regard it as my home. I remember living in Northborough Road, Norbury and attending Norbury Manor Infants School only briefly. We used to go to the ABC Minors on a Saturday morning and my mum used to clean a dance studio next door. We moved to Lower Addisombe Road about 1964ish and we lived at 11 ...see more
I am researching my family tree and found that a relative called Percival George Jeffrey was a proprietor of the Marquis of Granby around about the late 1800s or early 1900s.
Re: March 1944 - does anyone remember the doodle bug (V1 rocket) that hit Morland Avenue close to Westhill Primary School, where I attended? Clive Jeffrey, now a Canadian living in Mission City, BC
We completed our Lance Bombadier Leadership training in these barracks, we referred to them as cavalry barracks (they are stables now). I was with 52 Bty 45 Fld Regt RA, stationed at Kirkee Barracks. One of my friends (Arnie Mccallion) was on stable duty but was allergic to horses, the BSM thought he was trying to pull a fast one - you should have seen his rash.
We lived at Garden Farm, Waterhouse Lane, Kingswood, these are some of my memories. I went from there to Tadworth School, also myself and family used to walk from there most Sundays along different paths to Reigate and have an ice cream, and had no money for the bus fare home so we had to walk all that way back again, but was good fun. Also we would often walk to Main Road and see a Greenline bus ...see more
I lived and was bought up at Cooks Cottages Nuthurst, from 1941 until about 1950. I went to school at Nuthurst village school. I also went to Nuthurst church with my friend from next door, Jennifer, also her mum. My friend and myself started school together. At home we had no electric, no gas, so we had to use candles, and no flush toilet, so a hole had to be dug every time, so we had the best garden around,and my ...see more
My name is Bruce Griffiths, my sister's name is Paulette, we lived on High Street. Over the road was a grocery shop where we would buy pomegranites, cut in half then shared betweeen us both. There was another road opposite us leading to a church where people got married, people would throw pennies over them and we would scramble to find the pennies. My Uncle Roly played ...see more
My grandmother Edith Lizzie King was first a seamstress and then I believe the housekeeper at 'the big house,' Coombe Place. She later married the chauffeur Ernest Crane, after looking after his children for many years, his wife having been admitted to a psychiatric hospital suffering from post natal psychosis. My grandmother had my mother in secret in 1921 before my grandfather was free to marry. My mother was ...see more
My dad was the Station Master at Boldon Colliery Station from 1952-1959. We lived in that huge house on the station that rattled with every steam train that went through. My brother and I played on the cars and engines that were in the railway sidings. There were a number of kids living in the Railway Cottages and we all went to school in the village. Tommy Robson had a paper shop then and came every morning ...see more
Chester-le-Street Heritage Group are building an archive of photographs and memories relating to Great Lumley and the surrounding area. If you would like to share your memories and/or allow us to scan your photographs for inclusion in the Group's archive, then please get in touch we would love to hear from you. We hold 'Drop-In Sessions' every Tuesday morning at the Salvation Army Citadel, Low Chare, ...see more
Chester-le-Street Heritage Group are building an archive of photographs and memories relating to Chester-le-Street and the surrounding area. If you would like to share your memories and/or allow us to scan your photographs for inclusion in the Group's archive, then please get in touch we would love to hear from you. We hold 'Drop-In Sessions' every Tuesday morning at the Salvation Army ...see more
Chester-le-Street Heritage Group are building an archive of photographs and memories relating to Great Lumley and the surrounding area. If you would like to share your memories and/or allow us to scan your photographs for inclusion in the Group's archive, then please get in touch we would love to hear from you. We hold 'Drop-In Sessions' every Tuesday morning at the Salvation Army Citadel, Low Chare, ...see more
Who else remembers the smell of that freshly baked bread coming from the bakery here, on the very left of the photo (where the chimneys are)? As I child in the 1960s I would volunteer to go to the bakers and rush home with that hot, freshly baked loaf and devour both crusts.
I lived at Church Farm, Wisley and loved it, as the country was nice, and I liked being able to play in the fields and on the farm, and collecting eggs. I also went to Wisley church on Christmas Day to go to communion after making comfirmation on 22nd December 1955.
My memories of Pyford Church are that I made my Confirmation there on December 22nd in the evening, and it was raining cats and dogs, there were steps to walk down, and I was dressed all in white, I was unfortunate and slipped and fell, and of course I was all muddy, they say it's unlucky when that happens, but I will never forget it. We lived at Wisley. Does any one else remember their Confirmation that night, 22nd December 1955?
My memories of Byfleet are of walking along the towpath from Wisley to Byfleet when weather was nice in summer. My mum and dad and myself as a child used to walk it quite often, and I remember the shops there.
Dunsyre was my first school, there were only 7 children in the whole school, myself and my two brothers all went there. I loved my teacher, she showed me great kindness, her name was Miss Low, I will never forget her. We lived at Westhall Cottages about a mile or so away. My dad worked at Westhall Farm, Mr Green was his name. We were very, very poor. I remember we had no electricity in the ...see more
I was another Auld Millfielder, times were hard and nobody was well off but it was a happy place to grow up. I remember as a kid everyone under 18 playing cricket on the 'square' at the top of Millfield Crescent and using dustbin lids for wickets and a tennis ball, no one owned a cricket ball or stumps, and playing football all day from morning till it was too dark to see, on the flat bit at the top of the clay ...see more
Hi Anthony, I knew your grandmother Ketura and your grandfather Ellis and most of their children. They had a very large family. Your Auntie Margery and I were great friends. We were always getting into trouble for climbing the rocks behind the Castle Inn. My grandparents kept the 'Catle' - Robert Jones! I spent all my summer holidays there as a child and loved every minute. I remember 'Rose Cottage' and ...see more
I lived in Chaddesley from about 1955 to 1967 when I left and went to America. I went to the village school and the Grange School in Stourbridge. Some of the names I remember from that time are: Jeff Stone, Dave Gold, Lawrence Rose, Rosemary Purchase and John George. If you lived there at that time, it would be great to hear what happened over the years.
This view of Davenham Church shows the house in which I grew up. The property, the former vicarage, had been split into semi's and I lived in the left hand side as you look - Church Croft. I lived there for 17 years - from Easter 1959 and I love the house to this day!
I lived next door to the Church for 17 years and during that time, I climbed to the top of the spire just once. In 1962 when I was 10, some neighbours were having their house decorated. Being an outgoing (some would say nosey) child, it didn't take me long to befriend the two men who were doing the work. One day, during the summer holidays, they told me that they had got permission from the vicar to go to the ...see more
When I went to work in Great Yarmouth all those years ago I managed to find a 'home-from-home 'at 5 Pavilion Road at Gorleston. At number 4 lived Doris Little and her family. One night while just about to climb into bed the chimney breast fell in - missing me by a cat's whisker! There was large hole in the ceiling and a pile of bricks and plaster on the floor. Until the thing was repaired I ...see more
My memory is of arriving in Timberland with my widowed mother to look after my grandad, George Curtis. I had to go to Timberland C of E school, imagine me, 9 years old and wiv a Sussex accent, everyone called me a Cockney and tried to make me talk in class. The Head Mistress was Miss Kirk, there was also Mrs Creasey who lived in Walcot. Having spent all the war time in Bomb Alley with ration books, ...see more
The photo of this junction at the bottom of Central Road brought back memories of a motorcycle accident I had resulting in my girlfriend, later to be my wife, breaking her pelvis and me losing a front tooth. It was dark and the car driver failed to see me, pulling across into my path, resulting in both of us flying over his boot. Very painful.
I lived in Woodlands Avenue and used to walk down The Avenue every day in term time to catch the bus to Kingston. At that time many of the big houses were still standing but one by one, probably as the owners died or they became too much for them, they were demolished and flats built. Even today there are some big houses still standing, mainly towards to top of The Avenue as you approach the church. It ...see more
HI KEN, CANT REMEMBER U NAME, I WAS THERE 1963 TO 1969, I KNOW MADDISON. EX ARMY SGT. I REMEMBER 2 BOTHERS IN HIS HOUSE( HALF BROTHERS MAY BE ).MY NAME IS PETER SMITH, BEWDLEY?. TAKE CARE M8 .XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Hi everyone, I'd like to say that I spent a great deal of time in Hindringham when I was growing up. I had 2 sets of grandparents who lived there and2 aunts and cousins Alfred and Laura Martins and Eva and Billy Howell, an Aunt Enid, Aunt Milly and many cousins. I rememeber the walks from The Elms to Bale Road in the dark and being scared to death as we lived in a town where it was all lit up. I remember ...see more
I would love to hear from anyone who remembers my parents Les and Sheila Pickering who farmed Mountpumps Farm in Flimwell from about 1944 to 1951. Mrs Everett owned the farm and rented it to my parents. I know they were there during the later part of the Second World War because my father told me he had prisoners of war working on the land. It would be so interesting to talk to anyone who remembers them. ...see more
The manor house was occupied by the army during the Second World War and not released until about 1946. My friends and I often cycled from Walsingham and we found the manor deserted. The entrance hall is well remembered with a large minstrels' gallery at the east end. The most exciting room was, probably still is, the most western first floor room which has a hidden spiral stairway within a turret leading ...see more