Nostalgic memories of Glenfield'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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I was in year 1 while my sister was in year 4 of the junior school when it opened, I think it was summer of 1961.
Lovely dinners and posh puds in those days.
No ‘old pig sty’ school for me which is where my sister and brother went to in Kirby Lane.
I was at New Parks Boys for just over a year until I was moved to Oxford which I hated! One memory of mine was of one of the teachers who took Maths (we quickly nicknamed him 'slipper happy') and I can still remember the look on his face when dishing it out! After my move to Oxford I soon realised what a bad move it was for my educational prospects.The facilities at the new school seemed years behind NP Boys. ...see more
Around this time I lived on Falconer Crescent on New Parks, the last house before the farm, next to Barnados. It seems a recurring memory for all - the walled garden and orchard, I used to work there weekends. I swept the long drive of leaves in the autumn and remember creosoting the summer houses on warm summer days. To get from the walled garden (one bad memory - the gardener would hang dead birds and mice to ward off ...see more
I remember this place well. The people ran it like a victorian workhouse. You wouldn't believe some of the things that went on here; when I didn't eat my dinner (I didn't like meat), I sat there ages looking at it then got sent to bed. Got up for school next day and got that cold dinner for breakfast. Went to school and yes, came home to that same dinner - I can't remember how long it went on for. I for ...see more
Some good and some bad memories. I remember playing in the electric spinny where we were not allowed, the garden fetes were good every year. I remember shovelling coal down the hole and going on holiday to Bridlington every year and stopping in the school.
Yes, I was there around 56/59 ish. My last name was COAD, boy how I hated that name. Most of my memories of this place WAS HELL. The guy running this place was called Padbury, he was a God fearing mother, oh how I really wish he was alive today, I would beat the living daylights out of him. The guy was wicked to us kids.
This is the life I remember.
We was forced to go to church twice on every ...see more
I'm as sure as I can be, that the little boy in the picture with the black coat is me. I would have been three to four years old (depending what time of year the picture was taken). I was the youngest at the home at that time, and left in 1965. I certainly remember the little black coat, of which I was very proud. My name then was Peter Marshall, known as 'pudding' or 'mop-head' - I still have the hair. I ...see more
I had good and bad memories of the hall. I don't remember Brendan. The house was demolished around 1965/6 and the ground it stood on was sold and a school was built.
I remember helping the gardener take geranium cuttings in the conservatory and the orchard, spinney, and lwns and the rose garden. Inside, the hall was impressive: oak pannelled throughout with a grand staircase. I remember suits of armour ...see more
I was a child here and a choir boy at St Peter's and went to school at Chanwood 1958-1959.