Memories of Plymouth
I found myself in Plymouth just before Christmas 1966. I was pregnant and unmarried. Upon arrival at the Woodside home for unmarried mothers I was taken into the bosom of that wonderful establishment and strange as it may seem it was one of the happiest times of my life and I hold dear the wonderful memories of the girls and ladies ...Read full memory
My mother was apprenticed to the ladies' hairdressers in George Street, circa 1934. She did well and was made manageress of the salon in the late 1930s. Her name was Betty Cowling, she was born and raised in Bickleigh and would come into Plymouth every morning on the steam train from Bickleigh station. A long shot but ...Read full memory
This view is close to the Fisheries Quay and the area now known as Sutton Harbour. I visited with my family on a cold wet Easter Saturday to give my granddaughter Anna a day long tour of the National Marine Aquarium. The rain and hail poured down outside and we were glad to get into the cosy ...Read full memory
I remember sitting on my Grandma's knee at the back bedroom window in Costly Street, watching the sky flickering as Plymouth burned. I was very very young, but the memory remains...