Darlington

Read and share memories of Darlington and County Durham inspired by Frith photos

Oh to be sweet sixteen again!

I believe the girl walking in the photo with the shopping bag is myself at the age of 16 - 17 judging by my hair style at that time. I recognise the skirt as one I had made myself and my walk also. I also remember the cardigan I was wearing and of course I recognise myself. I had just walked past a cake shop where my sister worked at the time, and I am looking in a jeweller's window. I would have been very interested in the rings as I was due to be engaged on my 18th birthday in January 65. The Wynd is pretty much the same as it was then - very ...read more here
Contributed by Margaret Batey

Oh to be sweet sixteen again!

I believe the girl walking in the photo with the shopping bag is myself at the age of 16 - 17 judging by my hair style at that time. I recognise the skirt as one I had made myself and my walk also. I also remember the cardigan I was wearing and of course I recognise myself. I had just walked past a cake shop where my sister worked at the time, and I am looking in a jeweller's window. I would have been very interested in the rings as I was due to be engaged on my 18th birthday in January 65. The Wynd is pretty much the same as it was then - very ...read more here
A memory of Darlington contributed by Margaret Batey

My Great-Granny Barker

At the far end of photo number H183005a - on the right - is a white wall. Mr and Mrs Barker lived in a one room plus a tiny kitchen downstairs, two tiny rooms up, from the 1930s until my great-grandmother died in the 1950s at the age of 93 - buried in the local graveyard. I have never been able to visit her tombstone - MARY BARKER - since I have lived overseas for 40 odd years.
My memories are: I was the eldest great-grandchild and given special privileges because my mother had been brought up by her grandparents. Mr great-grandfather was a train driver TOM EDWARD BARKER - but had retired and was bed-ridden from the 1940s. He died ...read more here
A memory of Heighington contributed by First Name Last Name

Golden days

It reminds me of the days when I used to visit my aunt.
A memory of Newton Aycliffe contributed by First Name Last Name