I have very fond memories of Salford. I first lived in Franklin St, Ordsall, until I was about 4 or 5 years old. I recall the pub on the corner and the church at the other end. I lived on the landings facing the resevoirs. I recall going to see the famiy doctor Yonace. who was a lovely man. From there we moved to ...Read full memory
This is taken from where Penfolds boathouse was later built. I used to help out at weekends and school holidays. Sid Penfold would slip me a pound or two for helping hire out the punts and skiffs.
I used to work in Thomas's arcade and I lived at old Hunstanton, so I would walk to work. I would always walk along the cliffs to go home, and it was on my way home one night at about 11pm that I noticed that the bell in the gardens had gone; it was there when I went to work that morning. Strange really after all the years it ...Read full memory
So many happy memories of Maesteg - where do I start? I was born in 1947 and lived at No 3, Plasnewydd Street until I was about 19. My best friend when I was young was Paul Spracklen (with whom I re-kindled our friendship a few years ago, and we now chat by phone most weeks). Friends also were; John ...Read full memory
I too, as others, have many fond memories of holidays in Sizewell. During summer school holidays I travelled from Scotland to London to be with my grandparents. They were well connected with Sizewell and would take me there for their annual holiday camping at the foot of the Benthills just below where the power ...Read full memory
My mother, Queenie Grounds, was the headmistress of Lynfield House School from 1946 until 1953, when we moved from Lynfield to The Homestead at the top of Sandringham Road, where it met Lynn Road. When we first moved to Hunst'on we lived in a tiny summer cottage at the bottom of Seagate Road ...Read full memory
I was a pupil for two years at Laleham Abbey. My maiden name being, Elsa-Marie Burberry - Elsa. I was friends with Phyllis Baker who I remember as having beautiful auburn-red hair and who I think came from Totteridge. Other friends were Tania Morley, who was the best ballet dancer. And Caroline Hood, who I think was ...Read full memory
Life for a child in the village of Worle in the 1950s was exciting, parochial and safe. Our parents did not lose sleep over thoughts of us being molested. Children were more likely to be in danger from their own recklessness than anything else, and so our parents were able to allow us freedom to roam happily. My great ...Read full memory
Our precious daughter was born here February 13, 1975. This hospital and the entire staff of the NICU were responsible for her survival. She was born weighing three and a half pounds. Only due to their skilled and continued perseverance at her birth did she survive. Today she has become a surgeon, and is giving back for ...Read full memory
1942 was the year that my mother, Ethel Tyreman (nee Davidson) and sister Iris and brothers Harry, Fred, Frank and myself Eric, moved to Grosmont when our Whitby home was hit by German bombs. My dad, Fred, was a P.O.W in Germany. As a family of six, we lived in a one down, two up house in Waterloo Cottages. ...Read full memory
I vividly remember the day when as an eight year old, along with my mate and neighbour, Billy Sturmey, we "borrowed" 2 shillings from my mothers purse and hired a rowboat from the Portslade foreshore and rowed around among the cargo vessels tied up on the seaward side of the "canal" as we called the harbour. We ...Read full memory
When I was born in 1939 we lived at 97 Shelvers Way, but my very first memory happened in 1944. It was a lovely sunny day and my mother, Doris Parker, was going to feed the chickens at the bottom of the garden. I was playing outside when mother called out to tell me to go inside and into the shelter as there was a "funny" ...Read full memory
We used to walk down to Red Wharf Bay on the first night at my aunt's who had a house in the village at the bottom of the steep hill called Journeys End. It was wonderful to go to the paddly bridge as we called it and gaze out at the bay, knowing this was the start of our six week holiday. We went here from about 1950 to 1963.
We hired a riverside chalet called 'La Dak' on the Martham side of the river, there were two families sharing. I remember there was no car access to the chalet so we had to park the cars next to the bridge and carry all our personal items. We soon found out there was no running water so all ...Read full memory
I also remember there was a slaughter house on (think it was) Blackwater Street, or it could have been Toad Lane. There was a pub across from it called Dusty Miller that was next door to Marsh's cafe. I too remember the shop on Blackwater Street where you could get studs of every shape to put onto your leather belt, I also think ...Read full memory
I stayed at the Grand when I was 8 years old. I remember they kept pigs in the grounds at the back. I also remember staying in a huge room with my parents, they had cats and dogs roaming in the hotel and grounds and I have photos of myself with these animals. I have just returned from a week at the Grand and sad to say ...Read full memory
Oh yes, I remember the cafe well. Used to come down the brow from St. Marks at lunchtime to get sherbert dips etc. The counter was high and I could only just see over the top. Also, sometimes after Sunday School at the local Methodist Church would walk home via the cafe - get an ice cream and then walk through Worsley Woods or up the main Walkden Road to home. Fond memories.
My name is Carole McCarthy (nee MALONE) I was born in December 1951 in a maternity unit on Rochdale Road near to the Embassy Club. I lived in Copper Street in Collyhurst which had Barney's at the bottom of the street and the Osbourne House at the top of the street on the other side of Rochdale Road. ...Read full memory
I well remember being 'fortunate' enough to work for contractors during the annual shutdown; when I was 15/16. It was during Fords heyday when they had circa 45,000 - many of who 'biked' to work come rain or shine. The shutdown work was wide ranging across the whole plant, from the blast furnace area to the 'new' ...Read full memory
The pictures in Francis Frith nostalgic photos, bring to mind the Cannock I remember. Even the pictures from 1955, the year of my birth, show places I recall. I would go with my grandad and John Brogan, in the old open backed van, to Cannock station to collect the newspapers to be delivered to other newsagents ...Read full memory
These days Greylake's claim to fame is the council tip where people get rid of their rubbish, but when I was a little girl it was one of the greatest places in the world to me. If you go a couple of fields past the tip and look through the gateways you will come to a gate where nothing grows properly in a strip down the ...Read full memory
My God! I remember the baker shop fondly as it was opposite the Ealing Studios, and we used to hang outside Ealing Studios loads of times as kids, hoping to see someone famous - and we did. I've said "Hello" to Hattie Jaques, she was so lovely and warm, I remember her just walking over to my sister to say hello and ...Read full memory
When my father, Cllr John Wood, was Mayor of Ealing in 1976 I enjoyed the treats that I got! Every weekend in the summer we would go to fetes, fayres etc and dad would open the events and my sister and I would be given some cash from him to spend on the stalls to show our support! I used to love, as a 14 year old, riding in ...Read full memory
I used to live in Grove Place which of course is no longer there. I remember Mrs Jones fish and chip shop a couple of doors from me where you could get a bag of crackling (yum). Then round the corner in Western Road was Den the barbers, we used to go in and buy sweets and the men were always in there playing ...Read full memory
Whilst being at either Parkside ot North Bromsgrove school my poor mom came face to face with a bull. It had escaped from the slaughter house! I also remember there being a bullet lodged in the side of the church. I wonder if it is still there.
We lived at Bury Meadows Farm, Roading Brook Road, Harwood near Bolton Lancs, by the time I'd written that down everybody else had been waiting ages at Bradshaw School. My sister Janet and I had many happy years at Bradshaw School with our cousins, John and Margaret Dewhurst who lived at Springfield on Roading Brook ...Read full memory
St Patricks Open Air School Hayling Island. I went there to get strong enough to have an op' to remove my lung. Didn't like it at all ! The girls were great and had good friends, but it was quite harsh and I found it very strict, almost to the point of unbearable, but it certainly toughened me ...Read full memory
What a wonderful summer 1953 was, so sunny that I was burned and confined to a darkened room in our hostess, Miss Montador's, terraced house somewhere up the back of the town but easy walking distance to the harbour. I could go down there aged 10, with my younger brother aged 6, unaccompanied, and fish with a ...Read full memory
Memories of bringing up three daughters in the stables nest door to this house, as my husband worked in the stables under Dick Hern. Going on lovely picnics with the children and their friends in the summer within the fields etc.. surrounding the stables. Blackberry, picking a major memory at this time. Memories ...Read full memory
I remember the fish shop/butchers in the High Street, it was called Gurrs and they used to smoke the fish out the back of the shop. It was situated between Boots and Rossis. Before the swimming pool was built, the land was full of trees and bushes where we played as kids. We always went over there after coming out ...Read full memory
Walking up Vennel Street, Dalry one afternoon I was approached by a pal's dad, Jimmy Morrison. Jimmy, I'd heard, was putting a junior football team together. He crossed the road towards me and said: "Fancy joining my team? We're applying to play in the Ayrshire league." "Who else have you got?", I asked. "Nobody ...Read full memory
I was born in 1941 in Midsummer Avenue. I remember a little park at the top of the avenue. It had a very large air raid shelter in it which people from the avenue and surrouding area could go to during bombing raids. The children would call it a hill and we would play cricket and rounders on top of it. It seems a shame that ...Read full memory
In the years of rationing, my mum used to remove the sweet coupons from her ration book so that we didn't spend all our pocket money on sweets. About halfway down Castle Hill, on the left, was Dukes shop. All I was interested in were the sweets, though he also sold tea, sugar and a variety of ...Read full memory
We caught the Rhyl A1 Crosville bus from Broughton Factory, Broughton, Chester. It seemed such a long journey in 1965. We alighted at Station Road, Talacre. I remember a small shop by the bus stop that sold Calor Gas. Then followed that long treck up Station Road to our caravan! Dad bought his first caravan ...Read full memory
We used to go on holidays almost every year to Littlehampton, so far as I can remember. We took the train there. Then we walked - lugging our suitcases. There was a butcher's shop on the way and it had a little statue of a pig outside. We always looked out for "Wally Pig" as we called it. We stayed at a boarding house - ...Read full memory
I lived at 1 St. George's Close, off Chalk Pit Avenue from 1946 to 1954. At first, the Chalk Pit was still there, as was the Oast House, where the shops are now on the corner of Chalk Pit Avenue and Main Road. I first went to St. Paulinus Infant School, next to what was then St. Paulinus Church in Main Road and ...Read full memory
I was born in Hereford and for the first couple of months of my life lived with my grandparents in Lower Lodge, Lugwardine before moving to Seven Kings, Ilford, Essex. From about 1953-60, each year I spent much of the school holidays staying in Lugwardine with my grandmother (Gertrude Jenkins). I so enjoyed being there with ...Read full memory
firstname.lastname@example.org Resident in and around Smallfield for 81 yrs. Shops and services were limited but adequate. Village hierarchy although unwritten was arranged in a manner that suited most people; the traders held most sway by the nature of their businesses, builders and ...Read full memory
My family lived at Trelights. My Uncle Reg was a school teacher in London although he was a Trelights boy, when he came home in the summer holidays in his old Austin 6 he would often take us to Polzeath, they were special days. Off we would go loaded up with sandwiches and apples, oh and don't forget the ...Read full memory
This photo brings back lots of memories for me as it shows High Road, Woodford Bridge which is where the old-fashioned ironmongers that my family owned was situated. There had been one on the site since the beginning of the 20th Century, but we owned it from 1973 until my Father retired in 1987. Originally it was High ...Read full memory
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