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During the 1950's we lived in Bromley. We regularly walked through this park, and every year, perhaps I think sometimes several times a year, the design on floral clock was changed. It was full of bright plants, but was fascinating to a child as the hand moved. I have a feeling there was a special one the year the Queen was crowned.
I remeber one of these chalets. It was owned by my grandmother, Enid Fenton (nee Belsten) between the wars. She was a teacher who trained before WW1. During the Second World War the chalet was inaccessible for security reasons. We lived in Bromley in Kent but I went there a few times in the early 50's. Does anyone know what is on this site now?
My Great Uncle and Great Aunt (Joe and Rose) both passed away recently, so I decided to share their memory here. I am their Great Niece's daughter.
As far as I am aware, they met about aged 17 or 18 on a "Beano" on Southend beach one year, about 60 years ago during the summer. Joe fell for Rose immediately, and wrote with a stick into the sand, "Joe loves Rose". They stayed together for the rest of their ...see more
We moved to Glastonbury in 1994 and left in 2000. We loved our time there and have wonderful memories of walking our dogs along Wearyall Hill and across the fields at the back of our house then along the banks of the River Brue. We were able to sit up in bed with a cup of tea in the morning and look at the sunrise over Glastonbury Tor. A very special place that we go back and visit often.
The "Bank" has occupied this site since the late seventeenth century. Although you cannot see from either this view or indeed from the street, there is an exquisite garden and lawn in the centre! The Bank underwent an extensive building programme between the time of this photograph and the second world war. There are now five floors and also three levels of vaults (I do hope that I am not giving away any secrets ...see more
In the 50s my mum used to take us to see our Great Uncle Herb and Aunt Nell at Sawbridgeworth. He used to take my sister and I to his allotment, buy us both a toy then listen to the sports report and take us down the Old Bull Pub for a lemonade and crisps. Great Aunt Nell was bedridden and died soon after. Great Uncle Herb was a very nice old man.
Thaxted is where my mum was born in 1907.
We used to sit and have a rest for five mins on the bench behind the gates when visiting my Step Nan.
This is the church where most of my mum's stepsisters and brothers got married, as well as my nan after my grandad died.
We used to walk past this war memorial on the way to my Step-Nan's.
My grandfather was the lock-keeper at Roydon Lock after he came out of the army after the First World War. He had to have an outside job as he was shot in the neck and also mustard-gassed.
We used to walk up here from the station to visit my Stepnan.
When I was young I walked up this road many times with my sister and mum to see my Stepgran and my Aunts and Uncles. My Dad was born in Linlithgo Lanackshire Scotland .So no photos of where he was born
Many a time my family went up this road from Harlow Mill to see my stepgran and my aunts and uncles who lived in Roydon.
When I was about 11 or 12 in the 50's I used to ride from Bookham over to Ranmore quite often. I would take a packed lunch in a rucksack and off I would go for the day all on my own. When I got to Ranmore, I used to tie my pony to a tree and go in the post office and ask the man for a bucket of water for my pony. Then we would stop on the edge of the woods somewhere, I'd sit on a log or on my jumper or coat on the ground and let my pony graze whilst I ate my lunch and read a book.
In the 1950's I used to ride my pony from the Leatherhead Road in Gt. Bookham through Fetcham to Leatherhead to get to the blacksmiths. The blackmsiths was a proper big old forge at Prewetts Dairy off Randals Road. I used to have to lead my pony over this rickety little bridge. It had wobbly planks and there was one missing one time I crossed it. It was probably a 9 mile round trip just to get the pony ...see more
I remember this house on the right and think it was called The Grange. CORRRECTION. It was called The Glade of course - I remember now so thank you for that, Maureen. I knew it in the 1950s when Mr and Mrs Webb lived there with their son John. Mrs. Webb was the person who first took me riding up at the Carter's stables on the Dorking Road. Later in the 1960s I remember the Martins lived there - Steve and Tim.
Does anybody remember the Hand and Sceptre cottages at the bottom of Rusthall Road?
The Penton Camp Club started in about 1903. Its members included the Manager of Martin's Bank, London, the manager of the Drury Lane Theatre and many other rich men. They would come by train to Staines, the old station at the entrance to Two Rivers Shopping Centre, walk to the bridge and be taken from there by the owner of the large hotel that stood on the left bank opposite the Swan to the weir - the right ...see more
I can't pinpoint the year exactly, but it was definitely a year or two before 1953 which was the year I left the UK. I and three friends, student nurses at a hospital in Essex, decided on a holiday in Scotland. We chose Dollarbeg as our base hotel and toured round the whole area, walking in the surrounding countryside and taking bus tours from Stirling - the Dukes Pass tour perhaps being the most memorable, the ...see more
My great-grandfather, Thomas Newton Croft, a member of the family that founded the Fleetwood to Knott End ferry, managed it for the local council from c.1896 to his death in 1915. I am told that my grandmother, Alice, used to do cartwheels to entertain the passengers waiting for the boat to come in. The service was re-privatised a few years ago. Being involved in marine business myself I like to refer to it as "the family shipping line"!
I was a member of the Odeon choir and it was around this time that we were taken to I think it was the Festival Hall, to compete against choirs across England and I got a bronze medal, I think it was the Star Festival. Unfortunately my medal has been mislaid over the years but I remember that we were later taken to a recording studio in London - Tothill Street - where we recorded for an early television programme. ...see more
We moved to Watford when I was 8 and I remember our regular trip from St Johns Road to the market behind Cawdells where we bought our dog Jally. There were so many stalls selling good quality goods, I still have the china teaset my mother bought - "Blue Chelsea". I spent my formative years in Watford and was dragged kicking and screaming away when I was 16.
I was born in 1942 in Upton-by-Chester and my mother's family (Maddock) owned the butcher's shop that became Toycraft on Watergate Street, and one in the Market in the sixties. My parents emigrated to Canada with me in tow in 1956 and I get a lump in my throat, still, when I look at pictures or visit. Such a lot of history in one small area and so much that is part of my heritage. Almost every picture I have seen so ...see more
I am currently reasearching my ancestors and have found that my grandmother and her parents lived at 1 Vine Cottages in the late 1800s. I am really interested to know if they are still there. The family name was Spaven. I remember vaguely visiting Snainton as a small child. Alma Farm is in my mind but not sure if that is a true memory. I am going to visit later in the year and look in the churchyard and church records ...see more
I was born in a naval nursing home called "Canada House" on the 18th November 1954. I was the first child and boy - I was spoilt. I went to school at Byron Road Infants school until I was 6 then we moved to Swalecliffe in Kent. I was 5 years old and both my mother and grandmother took me to play and have a picnic on the "Darland Banks". We walked from the "Jezerals" along the top road, and up to ...see more
The House on the left of the photo was my Nanna And Grandad's house.
Can anyone tell me if this photo is taken looking towards Victoria Street or towards High Street? In the 1860's my ancesters had a business "W & F Boucher, Tea Dealers" at 1 Bridge Parade, Bristol which was just at the end of the bridge on the Victoria Street side, before the crossroads. Could the building in the photograph, advertising Lloyds Tea, be their business? Hoping someone can help!
It's good that Lemon Street has remained unchanged from looking at older pictures. Although now all the houses are offices.
I used to live in the grounds of Peplow Hall. My father was a gardener there, sadly he has now passed away. But I often think of the place with very good memories. My name then was Carole Cordingley. Capt. Higgins owned it then but not sure who does now. It was a lovely place to grow up in and I have very fond memories. I would love to go back there one day, just to have a look around and see what has changed.
I was born Susan Cooke in no. 11 Quanton House, Amersham Street just of Liverpool Street , in my nana's flat. We lived with her until I was 3 from 1957 to 1960 when we moved to Trenham Street near to where the Salford Macdonalds is now. I went to Salford Cathedral school, and made my first communion and walked in the Whit Walks from there. My family used to have their own spot to watch the children in the ...see more
I remember starting my nursing training at Salford Royal Hospital 1967 - 1970. from a nervous teenager to a confident nursing sister, I loved the people of Salford and the community. Now living in the US for many years, with a different name, my daughter is now in nursing school. I hope she has as much joy and fun in her chosen career as I did. So many wonderful people. So extraordinary that this hopsital is now a residence - so many ghosts walk those walls.
Hi I attended the Primary School here from 1960-1967. My name was Laura Carter. My teachers were called Miss Symons & Mr Williams. I have lovely memories of wandering the fields around Pays Farm where my Dad worked, and long walks on the downs. I had a lovely happy childhood and remember clearly playing marbles in the playground, walking up to the church hall for an awful school dinner! and even ...see more
I have lived in Sherborne all my life from 1936 up until now and I hope to live a few more years yet. I remember the old turbine working at the river. A Fred Taylor looked after it to make electricity for Sherborne House and the gardens. No other power was available in the village at that time. It was March 1984 before all the houses had electric. As a matter of fact if you want to know more about the ...see more
On Tuesday afternoon we could go with the class at school to listen to the orchestra playing there for the sum of one penny. I think the conductor was Maurice Miles.
I remember my mother telling me that my grandad used to work there, also my uncle.
For those that are interested in Brixham we are a voluntary organisation and run www.brixhamshowcase.co.uk. We are currently researching people that stayed in the coffin house and lived there, so we can build up a picture of the memories of the building. See www.coffinhouse.co.uk. Those that know Brixham love it, its a special place. To hear a true Brixham accent, music to ones ears. It has a rich past, with a large ...see more
Robert and Donald Mapleston and were excellent swimmers. (Their sister, my Great Grandmother, Anne Mapleston Jackson, passed away in 1944.) They lit bonfires to warn the ships, but when a ship wrecked they used a large rope and swam it out to pull the shipwrecked sailers back to shore. Family story also tells that they taught Kaiser Wilhelm to swim and dive and he rewarded them with silk robes ...see more
In the mid 1950's I used to work as a young school boy on a Saturday morning for the butcher ( I think his surname was Finch) just out of shot on the extreme left of the picture. I used to ride a delivery bicycle, small wheel at the front with a large wicker basket. The photographer had his back to the Co-op and once/twice a year you went to the room above the shop to exchange your tin "divi" coins. Also a ...see more
I live in Scotland but my family hail from Bulling Lane, Crich, where up until November 2006 my Nanna still lived until her death. We used to have fab holidays every summer visiting family and every year children that lived in Crich would call for us to play. We used to hang out at The Wreck, market place and when I was old enough of course, The Black Swan!! Crich is so friendly and we still visit often - ...see more
My grandparents lived in Maescynon for many, many years. I have fond memories of going up the farm for fresh eggs. Walking with my Nana to help her at the co-op and then stopping at Mrs Bray's for sweets. My grandfather's garden was full of beautiful red roses. He worked all his life at the Tower Collery. I still can see him coming home in the mornings covered in coal... One of our most treasured pieces of ...see more
The photograph shows our house in the foreground, originally built in 1890 and has a self-catering extension added on to make the most of the spectacular Falls of Lora. The photos I am looking for are of Connel Bridge under construction. If you do or know of a web page please email cnocaruan@aol.com
The George Inn in Southwark was one of the favourite watering holes and eating houses for the young men of the accounts department of Borax Consolidated Ltd. in Victoria. In those days the serving wenches were all dressed in Dickensian costume and we would order a steak and kidney pudding. I don't mean individual puddings but a large one set in the middle of the table which were of scrubbed pine. It was terrific food and the ...see more
The doctors (Dr Busby) we went to was to the left of the blacksmiths. The Pub is called the Green Man. I had many an orange juice and crisps from there. It was one of the pubs my dad used. Next to that on the right was a big field where they had the fair, cicuses and rodeo shows.
The road down to the shore was built for gravel extraction with the washing plant on the level ground just below where this shot was taken from. The building shown was a cafe. On the other side of the road there was a small hut with lifesaving equipment, blankets and telephone erected by parents of a boy who died in the sea there. It was destroyed by vandals. I remember the gravel being ...see more
I am a little bit unsure whether it was 1948 when my late father, the Revd Peter N Longridge, moved from Sticklpath in Barnstaple down to Combpyne. Or maybe a year or two later. The list of Rectors in the church will confirm. My memories of the village are several, and not in any particular order of importance. There was the church, of course. I recall excavations inside which revealed a very old ...see more
This picture is much the same as the previous one. The horse and carriage should be on the left side...but who cares, there's nothing coming up the right side. The Grammar School's tall oaks can be seen in the distant centre.
This old picture shows very few cars and people. It also shows the old Cinema and clock tower on the left. This was sadly demolished to make way for a ghastly supermaket, which is ugly and in disrepair at this time Jan 2007.
Snow Hill House on the left was where Mother and I lived for several years, after moving from Maida Villas after the death of Father. We occupied the large top flat.
Mother and I lived at Behar, which is a ground floor flat in the building just beyond the Manor House, and on the left side. Eastbourne Street is immediately on the right and faces the Manor House.
The Village Post Office was in the white building on the left, and is still there today 18th Jan 2007. On the right behind the wall is the Estate Office where my Father, Jack Owen, worked for many years as Chief accountant.
The house on the right of the picture, I lived in in 1963, and was then called Pennyburn. The house next door on the corner was the local doctor whose name escapes me. I attended Holyhead Grammer School and went by train everyday from Rhosneigr station. The headmaster was a Dr Lovett. I remember a restaurant called The Dolphin which was near to the clock tower. My best friend in Rhosneigr was called Steve Reeve whose ...see more
I too was born and brought up in Hornchurch and remember the bakers - it was called Alies and the daughter was called Enid who went to our school. Just by the bakers was waste ground and I am sure I can remember seeing a christmas tree there, does anyone else remember this? Carol Board (Westbrook)
The Red Lion is no more. The name became so well known as the forecourt was the turning circle for London Transport buses on route 183. Passsengers would ask for "Pinner Red Lion" even years after the pub went and the conductors (!) always knew what you meant. I first saw the Red Lion on my bus journeys between home in Hatch End and Pinner Grammar School which I joined in 1956 at the age of 10. I imagine that the ...see more
Do you see the thatch cottage by the bridge? My son and daughter-in-law and our grandchildren now live there, since 2002. It is such a lovely place to bring up children I would love to hear from anyone who could let us know any history to their house.
I remember fishing almost everyday during the summer school holidays for mackerel.
The jaguar on the right belonged to Norman Barber and was parked outside his shop in Leyburn. At this time my husband, Cedric Barber, was probably in class at Leyburn County Primary School (now an old peoples' home). Cedric's second cousin, Janet Green, lives a short distance from the scene of this photograph.
My parents had a florist's shop in Market square from 1932 -1962, I can see our Morris van parked on the square, with the Interflora logo & our name clearly shown. I was out in Egypt serving National Service when this photo was taken, but the cars & fashions pictured take me back to that era in sleepy Lichfield. The statue of Dr. Johnson is still in the square, but all the ...see more
My grandparents Bert & Dorrie Hedger started this amature exhibition in about 1965, and carried on until my grandfather died in 1982. I recognise several of the paintings as being by my mum Rita Grant, as I was taken down there every weekend from the age of three.
The majority of my father's family lived in and around Standon from 1600 onwards and one of them was the Sexton of St. Mary's and another was the innkeeper of The Three Horseshoes at Farnham in 1881. My Grandfather was born in the Three Horsehoes. Does anyone have any connections with the Pickett family?
My grandparents, William Delaney and Phoebe Heighton were married here. The Delaney family lived in Burton for several generations. I believe Phoebe worked for the Misses Wilson prior to her marriage. They moved to Australia a few years after their marriage. I visited from Australia in 1980s and was delighted to find charming little church intact and loved.
My wife and I were married here in August 1962.
My Great Great Grandfather Frederick George Rivers served and trained on this ship from 1886 to 1887, and trained on another 5 ships in Devonport between 1881 and 1891. Including HMS Duke of Wellington, HMS Rupert and HMS Northampton. He served on his first ship at the age of 16.
So many truly happy times were spent around the Salmon Pool when we were children. Our grandmother owned a local pub so this was where we would, much to our parents horror, swim in the tidal river! Probably the fishermen didn't think much of it either!
I never saw this part of the canal as shown in this photo, the opposite bank was the site of Frith's, the builders' supply company. My father was a salesman for Frith's for many years. The location was called Hilda's Warf, and earlier in the 50's & the 40's supplies such as bathroom tiles were delivered by narrow boat. (Tiles are fragile & the canal was a smooth ride.) Of course Frith's is long gone, its now a row of townhouses.
I own 2 pieces of oak furniture which my great grandfather made from the old ruins of the Palace. They lived in Bishops Waltham and I believe (informed by my father of 87) his family owned 2 local mills.
The outfall from the power station made the water warm here so that we swam all year round - not for those who didn't know the currents. The visitors were amazed at our apparent hardiness, or perhaps foolhardiness.
I first saw Watford play - in their old blue and white colours - at the end of the 1955-56 season. The only cover was the so called "Main Stand" and on the opposite touchline the "Shrodells Stand" named after the adjacent Shrodells Hospital (now Watford General Hospital). I would stand behind the goal on the left of this picture as the terrace was steep with plenty of ...see more
All buses going to Pinner in the 1950's had the destination "Pinner Red Lion" as there was an old pub of that name on the corner of Love Lane and Bridge Street. The bus in this photo has continued its journey having passed The Red Lion and is lumbering up Bridge Street towards The Langham Cinema at the top of the hill (the photographer is probably standing on the pavement in front of either the cinema ...see more
Well not just for the 1930's but for twenty years after as well. Memories come flooding back - not just for this picture but for Wigan itself. I was born there in 1931 - in my grandparents home 38, Dicconson Street - a section no longer in existence although others that belonged to my gt Uncles do remain intact but in a sorry state compared to the days that I recall. What I don't remember however is being removed ...see more
This is where we played as kids - all eight of us! Our grandad was born in one of the houses on the bottom left-hand side. He lived there all his life and my father plus my eldest brother, sister and my nephew was born in the same house. Five generations lived there for over 100 years. It was sold out of the family in 2002. My grandparent and parents where also married in the St Swithins Church. A lot has changed sadly, a lot more houses built.
In 1970 my Grandparents (Mr & Mrs Harold Hall of Winnipeg, Canada) and I spent some time with my Grandmother's sister, Ethel Mills and her husband John. We had a family reunion and dinner in a restaurant. About 20 relations attended. I did not know anyone. Would any one remember that visit and would they like to make contact with me? I remember seeing a coal man in his costume bringing ...see more
From the early 1900s to the mid 1960s my family, the Coopers, owned Thompsons Bakers, Confectioners and Restaurant at 34-36 Tavern Street. If you turned left into St Lawrence churchyard - just where the person on the left of the photo is - and walked along the path beside the church, you would get to the stairs down to the bakehouse.
I believe that in 1946 an RAF plane crashed in Shildon. Does anyone have any information about it? If so, please can you contact my email address via this website.
I was a patient in this hospital in 1955 when I was ten years old. There were very caring nurses and also a hospital school which helped me immensely during my stay of about two months. At that time I believe it was named The Lord Mayor Treloar hospital for Crippled Children. Not very "P C" by 21st century standards of description! Anyway, the nurses were truly excellent and they needed to be as so many of us were ...see more
I have traced my ancestor William Steed and wife Anne Steed as landlords of Sportsmans Arms Inn Notterbridge in 1860s for twenty years, living here with nine children and John Doidge, lodger, and servant Sophia Burnett aged eleven. William Steed was born in Menheniot 1824 and wife Anne 1827 also. When the family left the Inn they went to live in Newton Abbot, Torquay. William ...see more
In 1939 this shop was owned by Mr and Mrs Hodgson. They were relatives of Geoff Foster who still lives in the village. I last made a purchase from Annie Hodgson in 1948. I last saw the Hodgsons in 1952 on returning from service in Malaya. I love Holme and still make regular visits.
The first smallholding on the right hand side was where my relatives lived - Richard and Nellie Wiles. The house is still very much the same, but with some extensions to the house itself. The outbuildings are exactly the same. The next house was my grandparents' smallholding. The outbuildings are still there but can hardly be seen from the road. I remember the Station Master was a Mr O'Keefe. I still have a cousin living in Station Lane. Happy memories.
Ceased operation as a pub in 1959. Now (2007) privately occupied by the Beran family. Previous owners were a builder who divided the land, the village schoolmaster, and the Jarvis'. A few relics of its pub days remain with serving hatches still visible and vertical planking in the hallway. The black rectangle to the left of the building was the privy, now gone. The large tree behind has gone but we have a Silver Birch of equal size by the front gate.
I lived in Langdale House, Salford. It was a block of masonettes, there were two other blocks on the same road, Patterdale and Ennerdale. We lived on the 3rd floor, overlooking a small play park and a row of tiny one bedroomed bungalows. I went to Mount Carmel school, which was just near Boots The Chemist which was on a corner on Regent Road. We used to walk from Oldfield Road right up to the top of ...see more