Nostalgic memories of Broadstairs'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 61 - 70 of 88 in total
I have vivid memories of my time at St. Mary's and they are not particularly nice. I can recall the large dormitory where we had a midday nap after first being put in our pyjamas. It must have been autumn because the leaves had fallen from the trees, which I used to kick whilst taking a walk after our nap. I remember us all being in line like a crocodile and can recall visiting the ...see more
I think I might have been here in the 1950s, I was sent here after I left hospital with pneumonia and brochitis. I was sent there for 6 weeks. I remember they made you drink hot milk, yuk. My parents never came to visit, I think it was because they could not afford the fare from London W10. There was a song that all the kids used to sing, when I remmeber it I will post it on here. I was there wiuth another boy from ...see more
I was sent to Port Regis Convent between 1963 and 1967, I had bad asthma and the sea air was thought to be good for my health. I have good and and bad memories. One nun I remember being cruel was Sister Peter Anthony but the lovely ones were Sister Patrick Mary who I think was from Dublin, Sisterr Veronica and Sister Ursula, I think she was from Germany, they were really kind. I had a good friend called ...see more
My name is Natasha Buckley, my mother was at Port Regis Convent as a child, as she had severe asthma as a young child. I think she was there from 1954 to 1961. She told me that it was a horrible place and that the irish nuns there were cruel and evil. She hated the place. Her name was Carol Ann Millott.
I remember being a wee girl I learnt how to ride a bike here. I remember a fountain in the grounds. I remember it was ran by nuns, it was a lovely place. We had dormitories. I try not to remember the past as I'm 38 now but hey, I so remember this place, this place has always stuck in my mind. My parents didn't care where I went but I loved it. Catholic nuns ran it. Later I went to Port Regis just down ...see more
I was in a children's convalescent home in Broadstairs in (I think) 1961. I was sent on a train from Westminster Children's Hospital and spent some time there. I don't know the name of the place and didn't like it, I was ill whilst there. Would love to share experiences and chat with others. I was aged six at the time and had been in hospital for almost a year. I remember it had a large garden, and a very big dormatory we slept in. I spent most of my time there in bed I think.
I was at Port Regis for approximately 2 years during 1950-1952 from age 9-11. My memories are snapshots only as these memories have been blanked out and have only resurfaced after seeing the comments on this site.
Firstly Port Regis was for girls only and was run by Catholic Nuns, St Mary's was a different home run for both boys and girls and was Anglican and not RC.
It is true the a lot ...see more
I can remember very clearly my first day at school, arriving at Victoria coach station, London and getting onto a coach, destination Port Regis School. I was a very young boy of 9 years old arriving at the school. I now have fond memories of my teacher Mrs Robinson, doing lines in the blue corridor when I was naughty, swimminig well, trying to swim in the sea, walking through the school and staring at the model ...see more
I can just about remember my time at the school, it was run by nuns, Sister Sheila rings a bell. I was there with my two brothers, Thomas Keefe and Pandy Keefe. I remember geting the cane for kissing a girl and sneaking down to the bread bins late at night. If anyone can remember us please get in touch.
I attended the above school for quite some time. Unfortunately I do not have a photo. I too went to Broadstairs in 2009 to try and find this school but had to give up. I was wondering if anyone had a photo they could send me, I would be most grateful. Being at this school from 4 years old, when I came back it was like coming home.