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New Barton Bridge c1965
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Hi, my name is Roy Mozley & I was born in 1948 in a prefab in Rydal Avenue, Winton. We then moved to Lambton St, Winton. This was our football pitch then, main problem was this guy who, lets say, used to visit a lady quite often in his bubble car and park it right in the middle of our street / football pitch and when we asked him could he not park it further up the road, all we got was a great learning of the f word. So, after weeks of this we waited for him to make his regular visit and when he parked up, ten of us carried this bubble car around the corner into Anson St. Needless to say he was not happy and believe it or not, he never ever parked there again. We then had to move on to the nursery fields of which, as kids, that was our strarting point for our twenty aside football matches of which we played there all day. As we, thats me and my brother, Ray, got older, we then progressed to cleveleys playing field, Blantire St, Winton. I think they had about 12/15 football pitches which was a vast inprovement from the street. Another great memory of Winton /Patricroft was the Whitby walks that my mum and dad made us do, which now I beleive was pretty good for us. I also remember walking passed the Majestic... Read more

Cliff Road 1894
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I was brought up at 14, Ingestre Street and always consider myself a Bathside boy. I was very lucky to have my school opposite my front door. Just up the street was Mr.Barneys shop where you could buy 4 black jacks for a halfpenny. There were sherbert flying saucers, rainbow drops - lots of sweets to keep kids happy. One end of Bathside was the railway bridge where, if you heard a train coming, you'd run to the top to disappear in clouds of smoke and steam. At the other end of Bathside was the coke factory. Through the dirty windows men were stripped to the waist toiling away in the heat and grime. One street housed a crisp factory. Up by the park was Kettle's soft drinks - my brother and my favourite was called Kings Cup. Along the sea wall was a scrap metal yard called Skinners. Clothes could be taken there for money by weight - wool had to be separated as you got a better price. In the summer, for a highlight of their holiday, campers at Warners in Dovercourt would walk all the way through Dovercourt and the sea wall of Bathside to go to the pub for a meal and a singalong, then walk all the way back. I still remember all of the men with knotted handkerchiefs on their heads. This was considered fun in those days and people actually enjoyed... Read more

St John's Hill, The Granada c1955
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I have very happy memories growing up in Battersea. My very special memories are of me and my friends Jackie Heath and Geoffrey Marshall going to Battersea Park and going into what was called the Jungle back then. We would get dirty and grubby, and we would stay there for hours just messing around and having fun. Also Battersea Fun Fair holds great memories for me, the things we used to get up to whilst we were there. I moved out of Battersea at the age of 13 and was traumatised by it. I cant tell you how much I missed the park, the fun fair and most of all my very special friends. We all kept in touch for the first couple of years and then Geoffrey and I lost touch - I still ring Jackie from time to time. So Geoffrey Marshall if you are reading this or anyone that knows you, please please get in touch with me on my email address april.rose@sky.com. I too went to the Saturday morning pictures every Saturday for a very long time, I really thought it was exciting and couldn't wait to go. My dad in his spare time was a barrow boy selling this and that at Deptford market and Petticoat Lane market. My brother Danny and I had pictures taken with a monkey on our shoulder, and eating monkey nuts & I remember the toffee apple man riding round on his bike, and the... Read more

The Slipway c1955
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I remember when a very young kid, walking down Banks Road with my mother to the slipway and buying fresh shrimps from the Evans boys. The shrimps were caught in the Dee and cooked on board the boats on the way back to the slip. The fishing was a thriving industry in those days.

'Chequers' Road Junction c1951
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I have memories of Saturday morning pictures at the Grange as well. We lived in Joan Gardens and our Mum used to give us the money for a bus up to the Fiddlers. My sister used to make me sit on her lap so we saved the fare and used it for sweets. Innocent days!!