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I was born March 1947 in Guildford Surrey, my father was a serving soldier based in Aldershot. When I was two years old I was sent away to live with my fathers parents in Horden, "family politics". So here I am a grandchild ...Read more

A memory of Horden in 1949 by Richard Makinson

'Eee, when I were a lad'....... in the 1950's my dad and I would get the bus from Exeter to Dawlish and camp for a week at Cofton Farm, using a little WWII army-surplus 2-man ridge tent. My elder brother was in The Scouts, and ...Read more

A memory of Starcross by Christopher Howard

I was born in Arnold Avenue, just five minutes walk from the George pub, which was handy later on in my life. Also the post office opposite the pub, which was owned by Mr & Mrs Fit-Simons, who used to have rows of clear ...Read more

A memory of Meopham in 1956 by Paul Muckleston

I was born in Coedybrain Rd in 1948 and my family moved to School St. I remember going to the school until I was 6, when we moved away to a new housing estate. The school had a stuffed squirrel in a glass case. I was in the nursery class ...Read more

A memory of Llanbradach

Other peoples memories are bringing back some of my own. Walking from Bexley to the Regal for Saturday morning movies across the heath. Frog spawn from the river at the mill. Walking to school past the brewery to the little ...Read more

A memory of Bexleyheath in 1945 by Michael Gorst

I was born on 8th May 1945 (the day the war ended) at 61 Trevelyan Road Tooting. My mum told me that there was a heatwave on the 8th May and whilst she was trying to get some rest there was a street party going n which she ...Read more

A memory of Tooting in 1945 by Victoria Mason

Many, many, happy memories of holidays in a cottage on the Warren located next door to old Tynans (sorry if not spelt right) bakery. Waking up to the smell of pies and bread, while being sent to the stand pipe on the old dusty ...Read more

A memory of Talacre by Paul Clarke

I can remember Mick's stall just outside the Red Lion and he'd have crowds of people round him. He'd hold up an item and then say - I'm not asking 10/-, 5/- but 2/6! He always did a good trade. The market went on much ...Read more

A memory of Spalding

On Sunday evenings my friend Duncan and I had to go from Crook to Fir Tree to 'blow the organ' in the little chapel. Our station for this was a tiny room over the chapel and the process was to pump a handle up and down to ...Read more

A memory of Fir Tree in 1930 by Ernest Hall

I lived as a child at 49, Washington Road, Worcester Park, Surrey, which I learnt to relate parrot fashion as a 5 or 6 year old in case I got lost. We had a black dustbin with the Number 49 on it, a monkey puzzle tree in the ...Read more

A memory of Worcester Park in 1954