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On this picture you can see the steps used by the ferry man from the 1920s to the 1940s. He used a pole to steer the punt from the Bury bank to the Amberley bank. The punt was attached to a chain which stretched across the river lying on the bottom. The fare in the late 1940s was a theepenny piece. The ferry man was my 'Uncle' Bob Dudden, who took up the duties of ferryman when he left the Navy after ...see more
My father Ron Burchell worked at the shop seen in this photograph. The Burchell family had lived in the village for generations. The owner of the shop was Edward Grinstead and his wife Millie who was my godmother. We lived at the thatched Old Cottage behind the hedge on the left. My dad had been a shop boy here before he joined the RAF in the 1920s. When he left the RAF in 1946 he worked ...see more
My family the Beards used to run the mill in the 1800s. They also had the shop on the green which was there for over three hundred years.
My memories are a little vague but my family come from Tillingham. The family name is Hammond and my great-great-grandfather had a blacksmith's shop there in the High Street, it was there untill fifteen years ago but has now been redeveloped. I have many personal photos of my family but would be interested in anybody who had more photos or memories to share of this wonderful Essex village.
My good memories of Whitton are of Woodlawn Crescent, I had a good friend who lived there and I used to help him repair cars. Mike sadly has passed away now and I have lost contact with his wife, Sheila. We used to have a great time together. They had a Vespa and I had a Vauxhall Cresta. We used to go down to Swanage where Mike's parents lived. Well sad but I wish I had contact with Sheila again. Allan Stevens.
I can remember my Aunt Marjorie working in the Home & Colonial in the Marketplace. I used to sit in my pram outside and she would bring me something nice. I can still remember the smell of the cheeses and hams.
I was born in May 1945, in Green Street Green - Highfield Avenue, and moved to Woodside, Chelsfield in 1949. I lived there until I married in 1966, so I have clear memories of Crown Road. Two roads led off Warren Road up to Crown Road, they were Edith Road and Albert Road. I have a clear memory of the house on the corner of Edith and Crown, owned by a family called Liberter? Mr Liberter had green houses where he grew ...see more
I left school in June 1969 and worked at Albert Watter's farm in Dalton Pava . I delivered milk with one of his sons - sorry, can't remember his name. The delivery vehicle was a horse and cart. I can remember the horse's name though, she was called Dolly. We used to deliver milk to East Herringthorpe.
I went to Woolsery School for a few months in 1948. We lived on a farm called Little Walland, and walked to school, about a mile. I went back this year, after a 60 year gap, and remembered the school immediately. I found the farm, with help from the villagers, and once again remembered it straight away, little change having taken place to the house. The old cow shed is still there, even some of the cob walling remains. Sadly no photos that far back. Ken Elliott
My family used to travel from the countryside of Lanarkshire into Glasgow almost every weekend to visit our Granda in Carnwadric. I loved going from the centre of town out to Carnwadric in the tram and being able to 'turn' the seats for its return journey. Happy days.
I have a long line of ancestors from the Jarrett and Maisey families who were born in Long Hanborough. James Maisey, born in 1852, was originally a game keeper who became landlord of the Bell Inn in the late 1880s. He and his wife Mary Ann (my great-great aunt) had at least ten children. Among them was Frederick Thomas Maisey, who joined the Police Force and worked in Romford, where he met his ...see more
In 1949 I was a pupil at Wrens Warren Camp School near Colemans Hatch. The school was housed in long huts which I believe to have been used in the war. It was a school for children who had been ill and needed some form of convalescence whilst still able to attend lessons. The headmaster was a Mr Punch, and the head for the girls was a Miss Hoad. We slept in long dormitories and the whole place was quite austere. I would love to hear from any other member who was there.
I was in school in Long Sutton and worked part time for Phillip Stow the butcher. I had to go round customers' houses in the morning and take orders for their meat requirements. I then went to school. After school I had to deliver the orders on a trade bicycle with a basket on the front. The local supermarket was I believe Fine Fare. I always remember a little three-wheeler coming and parking ...see more
I used to work in the florist across the road from the police station. Did a lot of window shopping on the way home.
I remember living in Cowbit and went to see jailhouse rock in the Odeon cinema. Never saw the end of the film because the last bus went to early! I was in the Gleede boys school in 1960-1961 I then moved to Long sutton and the Peele school.
I lived at No 3 Llanfaes Estate from being 6 weeks of age. Our home was one of thirty prefabs built after WW2 for workers at the Saunders Roe factory that was built during the war to service and modify flying boats. As a child I remember the later torpedo boats and mine sweepers and their launchings onto the Menai Straits. I loved the countryside there and still believe it is scenically the finest part of Anglesey. ...see more
My grandad and grandma were Thomas and Margaret Burn, who had 3 childen, Jack (my dad), Jean and Marion. .Jack married Mary, Jean married Benny and Marion married Ralph. We lived in Grant Street and grandad and grandma lived in East Street. My grandad was a miner and my grandma was a county council councillor. There were 2 shops, a post office and a fish and chips shop, a school, and a hut which dances would be held ...see more
I too have many memories of Stanford-le-Hope. I was born in Orsett hospital. My mother came from South Wales whilst my father came from Ashford in Middlesex. The reason they came to live here was my aunt and uncle already lived here. My uncle had lived here most of his 95 years. His mother used to teach at Stanford Primary School in Corringham Road and he went on to teach at St Chads in ...see more
Before we were married my then fiance used to live on the Birmingham road and this scene was on my route home often around midnight. Then it was in the process of change from the road works that resulted in the ring road. The scene resembled terrific desolation and required careful negotiation of the canal bank being unlit and very slippery. In 2006 we rented a canal cruiser and wanted to stay here ...see more
I attended HillTop School from 1962-67 where I received an excellent, if a trifle ad-hoc, education. Several of my teachers were what one might call 'eccentric': Mr Turner, the science master, taught his subject via the medium of pigeons! A keen pigeon-fancier himself; he illustrated almost every aspect of science through some reference to pigeons, their welfare, and/or their abilities. As many of my ...see more
I arrived in 1953 to live with my father and stepmother in Marbury. I have very mixed feelings of my life here. The countryside was beautiful, my love of nature and animal life has never left me. Bill's lawns (our name for the beautiful gardens outside the hall) was our playground and I new every rhododendron bush, yew tree and of course the three big beeches between the hall and the mere. The fountain in summer ...see more
My pal Stanley Ponting lived in Newton Street, Abercanaid. I visited there in 1960 and 1980, and more recently his daughter, after conferring with me, has fulfiulled her long held desire to see where her dad lived during his evacuation in WW2. Other boys including Roy Caterick, Norman Smissen, Ray Kennedy, Roy Partington, Ernest Cakebread and his brother all spent time in the Merthyr Valley. Memories both good and bad flood back to mind.
My grandfather Ernest Ladd, born Eastry 1878, is buried in the churchyard. Although as a child when visiting my grandmother we would tend the grave and put flowers on it, I only have a vague recollection of its location. My mother and father were married at the church in 1938 (at that time the family lived next to the Andrews family in the High Street), as were her brothers and sister. All Ernest Ladd's children ...see more
Not sure but my great grandad may have owned/run this inn back then
Towards the end of 1968 my husband had to complete a year's site experience and his placement was at Kiddie. We left our home in Kent and moved up. After searching for rented accommodation we were lucky enough to be able to rent a council flat on the 11th floor of the blocks of flats down at Hoo. We moved in and I went to the job centre looking for work. They had nothing and I was ...see more
My name was Jennifer Barnett and I attended Rosary Priory in the 1950s. One of my memories is of the nuns teaching us the 'facts of life' which consisted of being told to always wear dresses with sleeves and never to sit in the back row of the pictures .... no reasons were given. I also remember having to wear white gloves to school, having a nun at the gate to make sure we were all correctly ...see more
I remember going to Captain Cooks Museum that year. I don't quite remember the walk up the hill. We went through the quaint little museum. Its at that point, I guess when my father and mother lingered to see more of the museum, and me and my siblings wandered out and back down to our camper. I remember going down the hill, and it was quite a twisty path, and buying a bag of cockles from a ...see more
I have a cousin living in Danby. She was Pamela May Broomfield. She married a chap with the last name of Murphy. She was a Pharmacist, the last time I knew of her. It would be great to hear from her again. Last I knew her father Ken, sent a photo of the home she lived in, in Danby, with her zoo of animals.
I visited Ilfracombe in 1977, and wanted to go to Lundy Island, but my father didn't want to go. I bought nearly all the Lundy Island stamps at the time in the post office on the High street of Illfracombe. It was the exact time of Elvis Presley's death, and I remember all the English newspapers showing his death. I guess everyone in the post office was too stunned, to watch what they were doing. I still ...see more
I remember going to Pocklington, in the effort to find family from our family tree. We went to Bishop Wilton. But, in browsing in Pocklington, we found out about the Flying Man of Pocklington. He said he could fly, and went up to the top of the highest building in the village at the time, which was the church, tied a rope to his leg, just in case, and proceed to fly off the top. He went to the extend ...see more
I remember our first trip to Redcar on our trip to England. The Penny Arcades were our amusement for the day. It was the old pennies, the large ones. You would insert them in the machine, and they would roll down on their edges, to another pile of pennies. And you would hope your penny would tip the rest of the pennies, and you would get a win, with a large amount of pennies returned in the bucket at the bottom. There ...see more
My father's family came to Middlesborough at the time of the Pig-Iron. He came from Worcestershire, around Lye. His name was Robert Jepson. He had 4 sons and 1 daughter. Charles Jepson, being my great grandfather. Fred Jepson, his son being my grandfather. Fred and his brother Frank were professional footballers for Spennymoor United Football Club, and received a medal medallion which hangs on a necklace. I still ...see more
My father, Dennis Jepson, lived in Hilton, at the time the Manor was still in operation. He remembered having to doff your hat to the Lord of the Manor, if he were seen in the streets of Hilton. My father was about 8 at the time of his life there. He lived with his mother, Eva Jepson, and Eva's Uncle Jimmy Welford. They lived in the Post-office, and the buildings behind it. Eva worked at the post ...see more
It always felt great to be in the town of Kerry. It was the halfway stop to our holiday in a Towyn caravan with no toilet. Dad always used to make a joke of visiting the Toilidoos. He could not pronounce the Welsh version. The old rattling Hillman Hunter estate always pulled up outside those famous bogs year in year out. My last chance to use an inside lavatory for fortnight ,whoopy do! Mother would have the back ...see more
Hello. I used to live on Berkeley Ave. I remember the parade of shops. There was a row of Co-op shops, baker, butcher, mini market and I think a green grocer. After the shops was an alley where there was a milk company, I think that was Co-op too. Then there was radio rentals, the TV hire shop. Can't remember after that. Then somewhere in between was an opticians. After the Berkeley Heritage building there was ...see more
My uncle 'discovered' Polzeath in the 1930s ,it must have been wonderful to come across such a lovely place after London. My parents went there during the war, I imagine it was a real haven for them in those turbulent times. I have visited there now for over 50 years, though now I always go out of season as it is too popular now in the summer holidays. I have great memories of spending every summer there, we usually ...see more
Mr grandparents lived at 80 Dudley Road. This property was many years earlier a public house (I think it was called the Raven or the Blackbird). It was next to the railway line. To this day it has helped to give me a love of steam engines. I remember the Christmas tree was at the top end of the high street (later it was moved to the Cross). The Clifton cinema had been converted to a toy store, it was like an Aladdin's cave. ...see more
Born at Orsett hospital in 1950, I remember many things about Stanford. My father was from east London, my mother from rural Essex. They settled at no. 8 Central Road, just round the corner from Barclays bank. Stanford and Corringham were not adjoined then, as they were two villages with an expanse of fields between them, including the old army camp (disused). I remember the cattle market where the ...see more
I moved to 11 Little Road when I was three. Opposite our little Victorian house was the playground, attended everyday by a lady who used to sit in her little hut and make tea. The road was a cul de sac, two rows of Victorian terraced houses, our semi detached 2 up 2 down house, and then a detached house at the top of the road. It must have been very old, thinking back the date it was built, probably around ...see more
Home Farm has been in the Simpson family for many generations. My family and I spent many happy holidays over the years with my aunt and uncle, Lena and Maurice Simpson. I have such wonderful memories of haymaking, milking cows etc, and attending the church on a Sunday. My memories include the super people whom I met when I first came to Marske in 1951 - Jenny & Willie Fawcett, Percy Fawcett, Mrs Welbourne who ...see more
I have been stationed at Tooting Police Station since 2005. We will soon all be moving to Earlsfield Police Station, along with officers from Lavender Hill and Wandsworth Police Stations. Many of the rooms in Tooting Police Station are no longer used and have been locked up. Has hardly changed a bit since that photograph was taken though. We don't have a 'Whiskey-3' anymore. Only 'Whiskey-1' and ...see more
I was a foreign exchange student at Brookfield School in 1984-85. Coming from Mexico I found the place to be a completely different planet from what I was used to at home. I must say that year was one of the happiest and most exciting in my whole life. I am now 40. I was there when the school was taken over by another administration. Later I learned that it had disappeared due to ...see more
My grandfather was GM of Glory Mill in the early 1900s. My father and his siblings were raised in a house located on the grounds. There were four brothers and all served in the British Army in WWI. The oldest (called Harry) died in 1917 near Theassalonica and is buried there. Joe was the next to youngest brother. (My father was the youngest.) He died at the battle of ...see more
My dad Harry Kitchener Stacey worked part time as a bar man at the Duke. I remember coming on the bus from Bartly Green in the afternoons, sometimes after finishing his shift, dad would take me to the afternoon movies just around the corner.
You see the wooden building in the background? This is where we went for our school dinners when I attended Allendale Junior school. We walked in pairs along the road and down the path. Earlier on we might see the cooks leaving the kitchen which was next door to Jo Bells and wheel the dinners down on a trolley. Sadly the building is no longer there, nor is the tennis court, which we played on while attending ...see more
I read with interest the account of Ken Davies and his childhood memories of the Garth Mill in Ffynnongroyw. We moved to Llinegr Farm on October 2nd 1961 (I was 7) and moved on November 6th 1988 after my father's death. I remember the Garth mill very well but at that time it had become a tyre retreading works and after several years as an empty building is now a pub. We too played cricket in that self same ...see more
I remember Florrie's chip shop, the chips were 6d a bag and were great. The sweet shop next door was called Timmins, and like you said, Mrs Farnsworth's shop was across the road where the betting shop is now. I used to walk through there to go to church school which is now St Mary's church hall.
Hello. My name is Sheila and I often search the webb for things in reference to Torquay, Devon. My mother lived there for a short while in 1946 where she met my father, his name was John and he was in the navy. He was helping out at a local bakery delivering bread, when he met my mother, Frances. She lived almost opposite Torr Station which now has another use. She was in a domestic post for two elderly teachers who ...see more
Would love to hear from anyone who attended IUHS in 1978-79. I taught Social Studies in the 8th grade. Mr. Tronguard was the headmaster for the first half year. I was there with my family and all of you students were so kind to my young son, who was only 2 years old. Do you remember John Devine, he was a security guard at the school. He live in Ireland and doing well. I had great memories of ...see more
To visit Grandma and Grandad McCann we travelled this way from Ellesmere Port. They lived in Scotland Road and he had a cobbler shop.
I think my grandmother grew up in Rose Cottage. I hope to learn more about the area and one day visit. She told such beautiful stories about this town. Any info? womanwiththeheadofroses@hotmail.com
Florries Chip Shop - what memories - greasy, white chips, but they were the best! Florrie was always dressed in black - like a Victorian (which she probably was). The shop was situated on the corner of the alley between the square and the back of the Black Bear pub. Next door (probably where the Italian restaurant is now - 2008) was a sweet shop where they would split 10 Woodbines and sell ...see more
Thats photo is nothing like Burnhead near Thornhill, Hugh Turner
The centre of Trecwn lies in a valley within say, two kilometres of three ancient hill settlements. I visited one which had a "roadway" entrance carved or hacked through the rock. At the time I felt I wanted to know more of life in that place as it was about 2000 to 3000 years' ago. I still feel the same about life in that place (as it was about 2056 to 3056 years' ago)!
Summer 1956.... I am Armell, a "Frenchy, a "Frog", who will remember for ever my beautiful days with Mr and Mrs Cantrell, John and Jill, from Lower Kingswood. I was in "such a need" just after my father had passed over and ... so many good souvenirs ... and so many good things I am so grateful for. Now, I am almost 68, a widow and live in Las Palmas, Canary Islands. I shall never forget my best days and also my ...see more
I was born in Northampton in 1940, and lived there until December 1953. Both my dad and mum were Northampton born and bred, but while my mum's family go way back in time in the area, my dad's family mostly originated from London. However, dad was fairly well known due to being in the local boxing club, and playing in the Northampton brass band. In any event, he married my mum ...see more
I was born in Slough in 1938. It was in Buckinghamshire then. I eventually lived in Denham, Buckinghamshire (see my posting for Memories of Denham in the Middlesex listing). Since I left England in 1959, the changes seem to have been significant - my birth city and home village have changed counties, the currency has changed but life has moved on and the whole world has changed it seems. My ...see more
Last weekend I had a glorious gentle walk from Hunters Inn down the track to Heddons Mouth with my wife Elizabeth and two friends, Valerie and Jim. We parked our car by the National Trust buildings up the lane from Hunters Inn, then put on some stout shoes, made sure our picnics were in our back packs and strolled down the track for twenty minutes or so to the rocky cove at Heddons Mouth. The ...see more
I was brought up at Palace How and the gentleman with the moustache is my late father, Leslie Leo Cunningham. We had the village Post Office and my late mother, Mary Anne Cunningham, was the Postmistress - I have a show display with three of the photos on, which we used to have hanging in the Post Office for customers to see. Also in the photo is the Huntsman, (?) Hardisty (for the minute his first name has ...see more
Hi, I was interested to see you were in 4p Clifford as I was also and of course Dickie Purvis was a familiar name to me as he became School Captain with me as Vice. Our House if I remember rightly was Dormans, which is where I had my first job for a very short time - in other words i worked for Dormans but not for Long! You would have to be from the Boro to appreciate that 'joke'!I was also ...see more
When I moved to Tideford the Rod & Line was run by Fred Barnes. The pub was owned by Plymouth Breweries, a company that was later bought out by Courage. Most of their beer arrived in wooden casks and Fred had to hammer a tap into the end to dispense the beer. In those days pubs were for drinking, not for food. The Rod & Line offered crisps, pork scratchings and a jar full of pickled eggs sat on ...see more
This photograph shows Tideford after the new A38 had been built through the middle of the village to serve the new Tamar road bridge. A number of properties had to be demolished for the new road. The shop in the foreground on the left is Worsfold's. When I moved to Tideford in 1965 it was one of two shops in the village, the other being the post office and stores. Mr & Mrs Worsfold were Londoners who had ...see more
This photograph shows Tideford prior to 1961, a quiet village on the road between Trerulefoot and Saltash. That was all about to change when the new Tamar road bridge was opened connecting Saltash with Plymouth in 1961. What had been a minor road now became the main road out of Cornwall into Plymouth. Previously the main route had been via Torpoint and the car ferry. If that happened today, it is likely the village ...see more
I moved to Hessenford in about 1958 when my father took on the tenancy of St Anne's Farm. The farm was situated up past the church on the lane that led from Hessenford to Bake. Previously we had lived at West Trenean Farm, near Widegates but, for some reason my father, Dick, and his brother Jack, had decided to take on a second farm so we moved. We often had to move sheep and bullocks from one farm to ...see more
I would define the center of Sheriff Hill to be the intersection of Southend Terrace, Windy Nook Road, Sodhouse Bank, and Church Road. I was born not 100ft from the intersection on Windy Nook Road. Our cottage ajoined the Travellers' Rest; in fact our coalhouse, 'nettie' and later the air raid shelter were abutting the 'Quoit' as it was called. I found out much later that the original name of the Travellers' ...see more
I was born in 1938 but came to live in Denham in 1948. My dad was then the local Police Sergeant, Sid Smith and my mum, Hilda, was a member of the Mothers' Union and Women's Institute. I remember going to school on Cheapside Lane - Headmaster Entwhistle after Captain Thompson, Jack Rudman, Miss Martin, Miss Richardson - students Neville Johnson, Ann Seymour, Maureen Dyson, David Campling - so long ago. Being ...see more
The four cottages in this photograph are of Bryn Terrace, formerly named Bryn Cottages where I lived at No 1 with my sister Beryl and our parents Ceinwen and William John Thacker. My grandparents Mary Ann and William George Davies lived next door at No 2, my grandmother's brother Evan Evans and his family at No 3, and David Morris known as 'The Powndyn' with his family at No 4. I was born in 1939 at No 2 in the ...see more
The year was 1970. Myself and a friend were typical 15 year old youths of the time, well, typical for our type of neighborhood. We had long hair, pierced ears, denim jeans and jackets and owned but a couple of shillings and a pack of Park Drive cigarettes. We had quit school and decided to hitch-hike from our home town (Leicester) to Trelights, to visit mates who were part of a school class (Bosworth ...see more
Assisted and guided by my daughter, I have recently started researching my paternal ancestry and find Longforgan and Castle Huntly loom large in it. My great great grandfather, Robert Robertson (1775-1867) was gamekeeper there, and his wife, Elspeth Hall, was employed as the Hen Wife. My great grandfather, William Mather Robertson (1810-1897), aka The Mountain Muse of Broughty Ferry, was born there ...see more
I was stationed about the USS Canopus, and lived with my wife and son... and then daughter... on the second floor of the wonderful old house known as Joppa. I have a ton of photos, as well as a ton of memories. Another Canopus family lived on the first floor - Bruce and Sue Hill and their son - and every morning Bruce and I would drive to Holy Loch in his Mini, and often stop at the Royal Bar before travelling the ...see more
This picture takes me back! It was around 1962 and I was 11 years old. We travelled down to Clacton from South Harrow on a Valiant Cronshaw coach which we caught outside a pub in Northolt - The Plough, I think it was. A great journey to Clacton, and we stayed at 92 Rosemary Road. Gwen Hawkes and her mum ran the B&B - does anyone remember her? We met some nice people there, Mr O'Keefe was ...see more
It was indeed interesting reading Roger Barden's account of Lamberhurst, but feel he has left out a few salient points. Of course Curtis the newsagents and Avards the bakers with the ever inquisitive Mrs Avards were selling that delicious bread and sweets for the children going to school. But of course there was just up the hill Gurr's the butcher's complete with pony & trap to deliver ...see more
My father, the late Cyril Cook, spent some time in Lydney, during the war, as a Nurse at a Naval Training Establishment, I believe. Unfortunately, I know very little about his time in Lydney. Ken Cook
When I graduated from Paisley University, Scotland, in 1984, I moved to Castlederg for a period of about 8 months. It was a very special time in my life. I met so many really nice people, and the memories will live with me for the rest of my life. One memory, which might make people laugh, was of one night when I had been visiting some friends in Glenpark, near the centre of the town. It was late in the evening ...see more
One of my memories was 1966 when we won the World Cup and my dad sent me to the local greengrocer to tell them we'd won. I also remember walking every day to my school, St Luke's, Linton Grove, West Norwood from Dunbar Place and the wonderful war-time play we put on for the school, and going to assemble at St Luke's Church. Wonderful childhood memories.
I was born in 1957 at East Dulwich Hospital. Lived on Central Hill, Upper Norwood until 1966. I went to Rockmount Infants and Junior's School. I remember living in a large Victorian house until the council bought the land to build a council estate, poor Mum and Dad were moved to West Norwood to live in an old prefab until 1969, when we moved again. The best years of my young life were in Upper Norwood. I remember my ...see more
My first holiday: I was 21 with 2 small girls and lived with my mum and dad, as my husband left me while I was expecting my second child. We went to Mablethorpe as my aunt said the sands were great for kids. We all had a great time, that was in 1972 and then we went every year till my dad passed away in 1995. We had so many good times, it was like going home. I try to get there at least once a year, if only for the day. My daughters are married now.
I moved to live in one of the houses shown in the background of this picture around 1964/65. Rushcroft was a council estate and my father worked in a cotton mill and my mother worked at the Osram mill in town, making lightbulbs. Shaw was a prosperous thriving place at this time. I lived on Duchess Street, which is illustrated here, until 1971. It was a very happy time for me. It was a simple life but it was ...see more
I lived in nearby Abridge, and swam at Grange Farm pool around this time, with my school, Lambourne Primary in Abridge. I learnt to swim here, in the cold water. I loved this pool, it was a magical place for me, and I spent many summers splashing and swimming and then, later, posing and flirting teenage style. So sad that this lovely outdoor pool is no more. It was one of my favourite ...see more
