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I first went to Streatley in 1965 where I started to court my wife whose name was Susan Adams then. We used to go for walks over Sharpenhoe Clappers and come back to the Chequers Pub and see Hilda and her ...Read more

A memory of Streatley in 1966 by John Allen

She was launched as a rowing lifeboat, Docea Chapman, and came to Padstow as a relief boat. She was only on station for nine moths then laid up. I am the girl Maureen. Father bought her in 1952 and converted her into a fishing boat, ...Read more

A memory of Padstow in 1960 by Maureen Tatlow

It was a happy childhood, I was born in Etwall in 1954 and our council house in Windmill Road is still our family home. Some of my fondest memories are the simple pleasures of life as a young lad in the 1950/60s. Always keen to get home ...Read more

A memory of Etwall in 1963 by Vince Cooper

I remember when I was just a young teenager... you could roam around the village and just about everyone knew you. I loved to wander down to Mill Stream Lane with my jam jar and fishing net and walk along the stream ...Read more

A memory of Watton at Stone in 1968 by Joy Abbato

I too have very fond memories of the open air swimming baths in Congleton in the late fifties and the sixties. I can even remember Alec Coles. Happy days. The water was freezing and it was always best to run and dive in ...Read more

A memory of Congleton in 1960 by Alan Brennan

I was born in 1960 within a short walk of this photo. The scene is still clearly recognisable, although the wooden station building spanning the bridge and the steps leading down to the station were demolished and ...Read more

A memory of Horsforth in 1964 by Kate Gabriel

My family moved to Great Dunnmow 1959/1960 from West Yorkshire. We lived on the High Street in a large red brick house that used to be, then a hotel. We lived downstairs (then called Janet Taylor) and my cousins ...Read more

A memory of Great Dunmow in 1960 by Janet Hill

Tatenhill was just about cut off and we walked to school, we did not take the Midland red 815 bus. It was deemed too dangerous so we walked from the Acorn. I have brilliant memories of sitting in front of the fire and ...Read more

A memory of Tatenhill in 1963 by John Stanley