Our favourite Memories
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Old Crouch Endians
I believe everyone who lived in Crouch End (also Muswell Hill) during the period 1941-71 were very lucky as the area offered virtually everything one would ever wish for. In fact, although I now live in Norfolk I retain very happy memories of good ol' Crouch End. My first memory of living there was playing on a carpet in my grandparent's back garden and watching a doodlebug roaring overhead, then being rushed into our air-raid shelter. I was born on 5 May 1941, a week or so prior to the end of The Blitz. I went to Rokesley School, then to Crouch End Junior School (which I hated). Then, failing the old Eleven Plus I attended Crouch End Secondary Modern where I seemed to come into my own. I featured in a number of operetta's, was vice captain of the school cricket team and of my house (HB - Household Battalion). I was a school prefect and was selected to attended the MCC cricket school at Alexandra Palace and I played for the borough of Hornsey. I also had trials for Middlesex. In my early teens any happy hours were spent on the bridge at Hornsey Railway Station collecting train numbers. Some Sunday mornings with a couple of friends, we would catch a local train from Hornsey to Kings X, after checking which engines were there and noting the numbers we'd nip on to St Pancras, Euston, Liverpool Street, then Waterloo before returning home for lunch. Thinking back, we in Crouch End were... Read more
I am almost certain this is the plane that I had my first flight in. It was during a family holiday and I was around 6 years old at the time. I still remember the experience vividly! My elder brother and uncle were squashed into the back seat which resembled a small bench seat. My father sat next to the pilot and I sat on my father's knee ! There was a leather strap for me to hang onto (similar to an old car restraint)to my right. Even then when I saw the pilot get in I thought to myself 'Battle of Britain" He was around 4'9'' tall with ginger to dark brown wavy hair with the most amazing 'handle-bar moustache! We took off on the grass runway and no sooner were we airborne and climbing vertical the pilot performed a loop the loop! We then went out over the sea over Yarmouth and he did a quick 'wing over' on looking out of my right window the sea and horizon were set at 90 degrees. Then my father whispered to me 'machine gun' the people on the beach, with that the pilot screamed over the people sunbathing no more fifty feet off the deck. I swear there were people throwing themselves to the ground ! He finished by diving for a windmill which was located on the roof of the Pier pulling out of the dive at the last moment. We landed safely, my Uncle in the rear couldn't straighten... Read more
Mine on The Beach at Porthpean
My father, Charles Axford, found a mine on the beach in the morning. As it was a hot summers day he carried it into the back room upstairs of the Watch House as he knew many people would be coming & informed the coastguard. After school I went down for a swim and undressed & dressed in the front room of the upstairs of the Watch House. At 6 o'clock the bomb squad arrived from Plymouth & cleared the beach & were horrified that my father had carried the mine wearing his coastguard hat which had a large metal badge on the front that could have exploded the mine! My father carried the mine back to the beach without his hat & when the mine was exploded it went higher than the top of the cliffs!
Mother Nursed There
I think this was the first year I can recall of my Mother being a nurse there. When she worked nights sometimes I stayed in the room on the top floor. She worked there for many years until it closed, sadly. It was for children who were recovering from various problems and sometimes as what we would now call a hospice. My mother loved working there and loved all the children that went through there. I remember the steam engine and at weekends when she was working I used to go with her to play with the children there. I remember it at a lovely old building but as time went on, the NHS just left it and it started to need lots of attention.
Godalming British School
I remember the British School so well, especially the headmistress at the time, Miss Gilbert. She was very strict, but generally fair, and much respected by my parents. One thing that stays in my memory is the enormous rocking horse which lived in the hall; it probably wasn't as large as I remember it, and it was already quite an old horse with a real horsehair tail. I remember also Miss Gollop who I think may have taught me to knit; the first thing I made was a scarlet teacosy. I think she also taught the recorder. There wasn't enough room for the children to eat school lunches at the school so we used to walk, crocodile fashion, to a church hall further up the road to eat. I remember Mrs Wharfe, who must have been an assistant or secretary, who took pity on me when I couldn't eat anything with dried fruit in (still can't) and squashed it between the plates when she was clearing the tables. I remember once having to stand at Miss Gilbert's table and eat Spotted Dick (which I hated) until I'd finished it. This was at a time when to waste any food was considered taboo; there was very little I disliked, but there was always mountains of Spotted Dick to get through. To get to the school I crossed the Lammas Lands; often in the winter they were flooded but the pavement was raised quite high above the road. One year the water... Read more
Fond Memories of The Pub.
I was stationed in Morfa Camp in Towyn between Jan 66 and Dec 68. We were more or less regulars at the pub, especially on Saturdays in the winter. The landlord at that time was an Englishman named Len or Les. He was an authority on the history of the British Army. My fondest memory is of winter evenings sitting by the log fire and listening to the 'choir' that regularly entertained. They were led by a man called Gwynn or Glynn who ran the grocery store across the road. He had a bad leg and walked with a limp. We foreigners could not understand a word, but that did not matter - it was the harmony and quality of the songs that made it all so memorable. The village Sergeant was named Williams and he used to come in for a pint in the jug and bottle. When he finished and walked out we were all supposed to follow; couldn't stop the choir though. When they were kicked out the bar, they would sing in the gents toilet (very good acoustics mind). When he ordered them out of there, they would sing in the road outside. I could go on and on about the wonderful time I spent in Wales. I instantly fell in love with the place and do to this day.
Egham 1960 Onwards
I was born in 1960 in Delham Ave and grew up at 1 the Crescent with my two brothers and sister. My father, Ronald Wykes, took the steam train to Waterloo each day as he was a banker in the city. After he retired he took up a strong interest in local history by chairing the Egham Historical Society. Egham station, had a brick engine shed and sidings for trucks in the car park. The old signal box used to operate the level crossing gates by hand. The signal man turned a big green wheel in the box and we would anticipate the gates opening by watching him. I remember the dairy where the car park now is on Church St. We used to shop at Theakers hardware, Bennets for fresh warm bread, David Greg's and another butcher further down the high street opposite Walnut Tree Gardens. The was a fish monger and a sweet shop the 'Candy shop' (perhaps), on station road near the Ladybird shop. Simon Wykes, my brother, and I took the green 441 double decker from Egham to Englefield Green to school at St Cuthburts. The fare was 3D. Often we would walk home down Egham hill. Sunday lunch time my father and my granddad would have a beer at the Anglers hotel, long gone, replaced by the Runnymede hotel. I have lived in the US for 20 years and on occasion go back to see my brother who still lives in Egham. Very sad how it has changed... Read more
Before The Traffic Lights
My family moved from Goodmayes to South Woodford in 1927 and my first memory was of my father waving welcome to 31 Lansdowne Road as we arrived in a Daimler hired car! At Churchfields School, headmaster Mr Walford, we were warned by our teacher Mrs Pettit of the arrival of the new traffic lights at Gates Corner and told just how they worked! This meant the disappearance of Constable George Clements who, until then, had ensured our safe crossing of the Southend Road four times a day. He kept us safe from the horse drawn vehicles and the occasional steam traction engine when crossing the road. Sometimes we'd stop there to watch the number 145 bus slowly boiling up the Southend Road with steam from its radiator on its solid, not pneumatic, tyres! On 7th September 1940 a large formation of German 'planes flew right over this area and was engaged by the 3.7" guns from Gants Hill to be followed that night by a long raid which started at 8.10pm and ended only at first light! We had 3 incendiary bombs at our front gate from the same Molotoff 'Breadbasket' that set fire to Page Calnans timber yard in Marlborough Road!
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- Crouch End, Greater London
- Fleggburgh, Norfolk
- Radstock, Avon
- East Barsham, Norfolk
- Hyde, Cheshire
- Clatt, Aberdeenshire
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- Redcar, Cleveland
- Tooting, Greater London
- Butterknowle, County Durham
- Collyhurst, Lancashire
- Blaenau Ffestiniog, Gwynedd
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- Framfield, East Sussex
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