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The Seagoing Years. I must have left the Army sometime in August or September of 1949, and went back to C.J.King & son, tug owners, to carry on with my job as deck boy. This was not to my ...Read more

A memory of Bristol in 1950 by Arthur Cottrell

I was brought up in Ecclefechan and attended Hoddom Primary School between 1968 and 1975. Teachers I recall were Mrs Dodds, Mrs McPherson, Mrs Davidson, Miss Kirkpatrick (Mrs Wilson), Mrs McBride, Miss Gibson (Mrs Redpath) ...Read more

A memory of Ecclefechan in 1975 by Douglas Murray

Laurie used to play at the Grand every Saturday night. In the afternoon he would play the piano at Booby's, an upmarket sort of Debenhams in Cliftonville. My mother and I would go and have tea in the restaurant, which ...Read more

A memory of Broadstairs by Su Knight

I remember moving to Pelton Fell at about the age of eight, number 9 Ferndene Avenue. The house was new and we were the first to occupy it. There was a small alley at the end of the street that led to the railway line. A ...Read more

A memory of Chester-Le-Street in 1954 by John Moffatt

In many parts of the world the countryside is largely unclaimed, untamed, even uninhabited; consider, say, the large swathes of Australia’s Kimberley region, Indonesia’s Kalimantan, or the interior of Baffin Island. ...Read more

A memory of Dorstone in 1940 by John S. Batts

Hello, my name is Mick Turnbull. I was born in 1957 and lived at 1, Cairns Avenue. My parents were Robert Davison Turnbull and Jean Turnbull. My mother's parents were Adam and Nellie Chirnside and had lived in the same ...Read more

A memory of Longhirst in 1965 by Mick Turnbull

My name is Robert Best. I was born June 24th. 1939 in Plymouth and evacuated to Princetown in 1941. My Mother, her parents and I moved to Plympton when I was 3 years old. I have clear memories of Princetown, of riding the train ...Read more

A memory of Plympton by rjbmk

I began my school days during the 1950's at Brampton Road Primary School, Bexleyheath. My over-riding memory is a time of innocence, wonder and happiness, where we were given freedom to learn and be creative in a ...Read more

A memory of Bexleyheath by Bernard Schofield