Memories

7 memories found. Showing results 1 to 7.

Hawkinge, My Birthplace

I was born at Corner House, at the bottom of Aerodrome Rd, Hawkinge on 31st August 1936. My parents were the local newsagents in Canterbury Rd, backing onto the famous airfield.  I have vivid childhood memories of the war ...Read more

A memory of Folkestone in 1940 by David Pepin

The War Years In Alston

I lived in Alston during the Second World War. My father was the manager of the foundry there. We left in 1948 I was 10 years old. I have visited many times over the years but am now finding it a difficult place to walk around ...Read more

A memory of Alston in 1944 by Patricia Elkins

Alston My Birthplace

Although I can't remember Alston as a baby, I did revisit at the tender age of 10 years and can remember the impact the town had on me, knowing I was born there. I was shown the house we lived in, it was called Sunset View at the ...Read more

A memory of Alston in 1949 by Robert Smith

War Years

My name is Pamela Alston, nee Earley. I lived in Alconbury village from the age of 5 in 1943 till the age of 15 in 1953. I went to the village school and had an exellent education, much better than my college educated children. We lived at ...Read more

A memory of Alconbury in 1942 by Pamela Alston

No. Wrockwardine

During the early world war 11 years I was "evacuated" to my grandparents who lived at No 3 Wrockwardine from my parent's house in Seaford, Sussex as the air raids and bombing were becoming too severe. My father, Frank was a ...Read more

A memory of Wrockwardine in 1943 by Derek Taylor

Childhood Memories 1939 1945

My Dad, Sid Brooks was the rural village police constable (P.c.200) for Cropwell Butler, Cropwell Bishop and Tythby We, Mum (Dorothy) and my younger brother Mick lived in the Police House on Radcliffe Road, ...Read more

A memory of Cropwell Butler in 1940 by peterb6136

Childhood 1941 1947

I was born in Tavistock in 1941, but my family lived in Bere Alston until 1947. We lived in a house called The Firs, but perhaps it is no longer there. My father was the doctor and during the Second World War, the local ...Read more

A memory of Bere Alston in 1945 by Claire Barker