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The library was adjacent to the swimming baths where I swam regularly. I understand that the glass in the library "beacon" needed to be replaced in favour of heat-deterring glass. But before that happened it could get stifflingly hot!

A memory of Barkingside in 1967

My parent's (and myself) first home - above Strattons shop - mother's maiden name as my mother's father & brothers were joint owners of the business. Head branch was in Beacon Hill where my mother was born. I myself was born not far away in ...Read more

A memory of Churt in 1965 by Charles Burton

I lived in one of the council houses in Mounthurst Road from 1954 to 1970. I have a very good memory of growing up there. The prefabs in Mead Way, there must have been hundreds on both sides and we used to ...Read more

A memory of Hayes in 1964 by Phil Jessop

I attended the primary school, just down the Maldon Road from the garage in the photo, which was run by Mr Holmes.  The sweet-shop behind the pumps was popular with us kids!  Headmaster of the primary school was Mr Herbert ...Read more

A memory of Great Totham in 1960 by Peter Saunders

I remember the Convent of Mercy as one of my fondest memories. I boarded there from the young age of five until I was eleven. Some of my best memories were of the summers when we made long daisy chains with all the ...Read more

A memory of Monks Kirby in 1962 by Joni Balmer

My name is now Marie Moore but my maiden name was Jeeves. Memories of Cayton Bay 1960s to 70s will stay with me forever, my nannan, mam and her 2 sisters all had their own caravans on Wallis's Holiday Camp, our caravan number was ...Read more

A memory of Cayton Bay in 1963 by Marie Moore

Hi All, one of my memories of Grays old High Street was the café. Walking down the High Street toward the beach, on the left hand side was the cafe, it was called the Green Door and was owned by Bert Herrington. He and ...Read more

A memory of Grays in 1960 by John Fautley

In Bonnie Scotland The road back to Campsie Glen Is a forty-year long tunnel of mist! Dug deep into the cut bedrock of memory, And neatly knitted in the multi-storey labyrinth Of pouring passions, in pounding poems!! ...Read more

A memory of Campsie Glen in 1965 by Dr. Feisal Esmael