Nostalgic memories of Lowestoft's local history
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Displaying Memories 21 - 30 of 30 in total
My sister Irene hated any kind of puppet and I clearly remember her standing on the promenade screaming at our brother and I to come away. We were having fun and thought her a nuisance. It might well have been 1950, who knows?, and Peter and I may be in the photo?
Both sets of grandparents lived in Lowestoft so we were able to visit right through the war years when other people couldn't. I remember hiding under the table wearing tin hats with my maternal grandmother, brother and our uncle who must have been home on leave from the RAF whilst our parents were at the cinema and an air-raid warning sounded. A bomb fell. We wondered whether my parents had been hit and they ...see more
Our paternal grandfather loved to take us on the boating lake. I suppose it wasn't operational during WW2, so most of the memories will be of the 1950s. Perhaps, he used us as an excuse to go boating himself? The other photo of 2 young girls in 1955 could be my two younger sisters, though the older thinks she wasn't allowed to drive the boats herself.
This boating lake has been my favorite fun thing to do when my parents took me to Lowestoft for our annual holidays. We stayed with a Mrs Hutchins who ran a small but perfect boarding-house. We always stayed with her and her little dog. Our little dog Nan came everywhere with us and on holiday was no exception. She meant everything ot us all and loved to chase her tennis ball and fetch it from the surf ...see more
I was born in Kensington Road in 1954 to Derek and Reki Smith and was one of four children. We moved away in 1960`s but always returned as my grandparents all lived there. My dad's parents were Reg and Ida Smith (nee Cutts) who lived their married life in Stradbroke Road, Pakefield. Mum`s grandad was Frederick Bezant and her mum was Edna Jamieson (nee Bezant) who then remarried and was Edna Dines, they lived in ...see more
I have come to know Lowestoft only quite recently but the name has happy memories for me having heard it spoken of so fondly when I was a child. My father's family moved from London to Pakefield between 1921 and 1924 and my grandfather worked at a TB hospital in the area while his wife ran RETGAR cycle stores at 34 London Road Pakefield, next door to the bakers that is still there . Their surname was ...see more
Not exact on the dates but went to Lowestoft from Norwich on the steam train for our annual day out by the seaside. We saw the Punch & Judy, watched the men fish off the quay and went to the Kensington gardens (?) for a ride on the motor boats. There was then a long walk at the time to get back to the station after a lovely day out.
I went on holiday there when I was only 2. I still have photos somewhere.
My family and I lived in the cottage to the left of the picture from 1944 to 1951 although we retained connections with the Fowler family until the last surviving member, Georgina Fowler, died early in 1960. I was in the choir at the church from 1948 until 1952 and was organist for three years from 1956. My sisters and I have many happy memories of our time at Gunton.
It was my 4th birthday and we were staying in Caister at the Sycamore Camp in a caravan that my Parents had hired for a 2 week holiday. So the date 13th June 1958 and we took a trip in Dad's old car up to Lowestoft. After the usual cup of tea or bottle of Fanta and a Ham roll in the Fisherman's Cafe on Whaplode Road we continued to get on with the business in hand. Primarily to order some ...see more