Nostalgic memories of Talacre'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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Displaying Memories 11 - 20 of 26 in total
I have very distinct memories of living, as a young child, in one of two single decker buses near the beach at Talacre. I recall tall beds and paraffin lamps with tall glass chimneys. My father was originally from Liverpool but was posted to an Army base called Kinmel Camp, near Talacre. I was born in St Asaph in 1956 and christened at Bodelwyddan Church. My mother had a sister called ...see more
I get up talacre every weekend I can,i just love the place,finding spent ammo is always a bonus
My parents moved to the 'hidden valley' as it was called in 1945 when I was two years old, we lived in an old coach that my father converted into a suitable place to live. We were the only family to live in the valley at the time as far as I remember. As a kid I remember the spitfires flying low along the sand dunes and turning as they past the lighthouse. After a few years other people came to live nearby but some ...see more
The post from 2009 by (name unknown) reflects on my childhood spent in Talacre, because my father worked for Dora Williams as the baker. His bread and pies were awesome! I also, at the age of 7 or 8, had a job from the bakery, which was also a dairy. I had a pony and cart that I used to drive to a farm down near the main Chester road, where I would collect a big churn of milk and bring it back to the ...see more
Myself and my sister have written a book called Sisters growing up in Talacre - our parents moved there in the 1930's from Liverpool. Our parents owned the old amusement arcade which was called Brookside Amusements in those days, but sadly Mum sold the arcade in 1985. Can anyone still remember Stripy the Horse 6d a ride which stood outside the arcade during the summer months. I lived there until 2001 but ...see more
Many, many, happy memories of holidays in a cottage on the Warren located next door to old Tynans (sorry if not spelt right) bakery. Waking up to the smell of pies and bread, while being sent to the stand pipe on the old dusty main road for the water. Waiting for the call of the calor gas truck, the excitement of the weeeeooooop from the loud speaker on its roof then CALLLLLOR GAS CALLLING....CALLORRRR GAS ...see more
We caught the Rhyl A1 Crosville bus from Broughton Factory, Broughton, Chester. It seemed such a long journey in 1965. We alighted at Station Road, Talacre. I remember a small shop by the bus stop that sold Calor Gas. Then followed that long treck up Station Road to our caravan! Dad bought his first caravan from a Mr Banks from Warrrington for £75. The Willerby caravan was sited on Thomson's site, ...see more
Wow Lorraine! I can't believe I have come across this site. I think it is your grandad 'tide' who I remember, as well as yourself and your mum. I hope you see this, it would be good to be in touch... Your dad was American? I remember going to cinema with you and your mum, to see 'My Fair Lady' in Prestatyn..?
Came upon the Talacre photos while looking for photos of my hometown. The memories just flooded back of happy holidays with my Mum, Dad and sister and also extended family of uncles, aunts and cousins. Our first holiday was about 1967 in Taylors Field, then after that we stayed in a chalet in what we called the hidden valley which was just on the beach, there was a bus converted to a house where Arthur lived. We ...see more