Nostalgic memories of Worle's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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Tracing previous generations living in Worle and Weston. My grandfather and great-grandparents lived in one of these houses at this time. The road has been renamed and renumbered so it is difficult to work out which one. But nice to have a general idea of the location.
Ib went to hassoberry boading school for girls in 1969 it was a nice school nice teachers miss Eveans miss bogg miss dollier lesley newmen my friend linda arney iren cotton I would love to hear from them my name judith Hoy I went to the chuch every sunday I think the school is flats now if you went to the school I like to hear from you miss hendrey
The lady pushing the pushchair is my Nan Phyllis Hardwell, the lady stood next to her is my great nan Sarah-Jane Steventon and the baby (that you can't see) in the pushchair is my mum Jane Cooke. Unaware that this photo was being taken at the time my Nan recognised herself on a postcard that was for sale in the post office in Worle Highstreet and again when the picture was for sale in Boots! I have just given my nan this photo framed for her 94th birthday in February and she was delighted.
Life for a child in the village of Worle in the 1950s was exciting, parochial and safe. Our parents did not lose sleep over thoughts of us being molested. Children were more likely to be in danger from their own recklessness than anything else, and so our parents were able to allow us freedom to roam happily. My great friends, Kaye, Mim and I had a wonderful time. As Kaye remarked, at my 50th birthday party, ...see more