Nostalgic memories of Addlestone's local history
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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.
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Displaying Memories 21 - 30 of 51 in total
I used to watch the man in the signal box turn a large wheel similar to a ship's wheel to close the gates. Cyclists used to aim for the gap as they got closer together. Motorists became very impatient when a train came from both Weybridge and the Chertsey direction, and the gates remained closed for several minutes.
When we moved from Wales I lived at the fairly extensive Sayes Court Farm caravan park off Liberty Hall Lane, before we settled in Addlestone Park Ave (defined by the statues of knights at the top). At 15, I went to work at Vickers Armstrong - now BAE. After attending their secretarial school I was placed in the sub-contracts dept. I loved to see all the logos of the Airlines of the World being ...see more
I lived in Ledger Drive in Addlestone from around 1954 and went to Ottershaw Infants (still have a class photo from around 1959/60) then St Pauls Juniors/ Secondary Modern. Worked in Weybridge, Walton and Shepperton and had a care free childhood.
Good to read so much about memories of those times, still alive and kicking and remember the swinging blue jeans, walton hop, friends in the 60's.
I can remember as a teenager in the late 1970s early 1980s walking home in the dark down Crouch Oak Road and being terrified of walking past the gates to the home and the Church that was just inside the gates. Even during the day you never ever saw anybody going in or coming out of the home or walking about, it was almost like it was deserted. I think thats where I learnt to run in platform boots and stiletto heels, to get past those gates as fast as possible lol.
I worked in the canteen at the bus garage. I used to cook breakfasts and make tea for the drivers. The inspector looked just like Blakey from 'On The Busses'; he was a stern character. One year in January we all came back to work after the New Year holiday. There was a gas leak and our supervisor Jean Steer called the emergency gas number but didn't get any reply. So she called the police. A police man ...see more
I lived in Addlestone for almost twenty years and still have family there. My memories are St Paul's School - Infants through to Secondary Modern; the Red Room, which was definitely haunted, according to my school friends; the youth club in the grounds of the infants school where I saw the Nashville Teens play; a kids club of some sort in Church Road; adolescent love for Lawrence Lord who went to Ottershaw ...see more
I paddled below it and made camps in the cut hay and hid in the barns, who are you?
I lived in Rudge Rise Addlestone from the age of 8 (Rowtown before that) and worked at Peto Scott and Aerco T/V and record shop, which was situated near the traffic lights with Natwest bank on one corner and the Dukes Head pub on another.
The CO-OP hall was the place to be, with jazz and pop groups playing most Saturday nights. I played there in a group and eventually became a founder member of the ...see more
There you are thinking of Jill dance I MEAN .
Yes I went to the Sunday dandies at the Co-op, it was there that I meat the most beautiful girl, my girlfriend Jill. But being stupid I left her, and to this day I am still in love with her.
