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Displaying Memories 1151 - 1200 of 2029 in total
Dancing at the Sale Locarno; Bobby Charleton and David Pegg would be there with other Manchester United football players (Busby Babes), all of us girsl would be waiting for them to ask us to dance. Before, we would go to the Bulls Head to have a baby Seal or Baby Champaine. In those days they had a men's room and we would look over the counter to see who would be going to the Locarno, what wonderful memories of Sale. I was born there on Hope Road and left for California USA in 1960.
During the Second World War my mother lived in a flat opposite the Town Hall, above Partington's. She had been suffering with a very bad cold and had been recommended a cure that involved consuming rather more alcohol than she was accustomed to. Apparently she used to look out of the window each morning at the Town Hall clock, to check the time. The morning after the night before, she ...see more
I remember the fish shop/butchers in the High Street, it was called Gurrs and they used to smoke the fish out the back of the shop. It was situated between Boots and Rossis. Before the swimming pool was built, the land was full of trees and bushes where we played as kids. We always went over there after coming out of the Saturday morning pictures at the State Cinema, 6d downstairs, 9d upstairs. I used to ...see more
The gas lamps in Station Road, Kilbirnie, were the responsibility of staff on duty at the High Station. This line went right through to Glasgow Central Station and of course it was the age of steam. Sanny Dillon was the lamp lighter and being small he carried with him a large pole with a hook on it. The idea was to hook onto a chain and pull it down, thus lighting the gas lamps that were on either ...see more
I came upon the website by accident and although I don't live far away now I started to remember my childhood days there. Born and brought up in Goldthorpe by my parents who both went to the Salvation Army I have many happy memories of playing on the market stalls. They could be anything in our imaginations, house, bus, pirate ship, whatever we wanted tham to be. We never thought of damaging them or ...see more
My father was the caretaker for the Linquists` Club in Holland St from 1959 to the early 70`s, when the building (Niddry Lodge) was demolished to make way for the new Kensington town hall. We lived in The Cottage next to the lodge and the old stable was below my bedroom. The club was a school of English during the day and a social club in the evening. For 10 years, from the age of 9, I met people ...see more
I remember going to this school. l was in Mrs Lynn's class, she used to drive a light blue/grey Wolseley Nornet car, l was also in Mrs Kills class. l remember she wanted to see my mum after school one day, l was worried because l knew l hadn't been naughty in class. She walked me home (we lived next door to the school before the new houses were built) only to be given a bag of lovely clothes from Mrs ...see more
I was born in 1951 in Lutterworth Road, Northampton just a 5 minutes' walk from one of the most beautiful parks in the country - Abington Park. Originally part of the Wantage family estate, it boasted a museum (formerly the Manor House), a church, three lakes, aviaries, and a bandstand. It was a truly magical place for a young boy in the 1950s.
During the annual summer school holidays, I ...see more
It was 1958 and I had just left school at Walbottle Secondary. Me and my best pal Wes Coulthard (who I'm sad to say has since passed away) went on our first holiday together before starting down the Pit. We went with his parents Jimmy and Polly to Middleton Towers in Morecambe, it was just like a Butlins camp and bye, did we have some fun. Then, that over with, it was the pit. We started doing training at Wheatslade ...see more
Rediffusion: about 1958 and onwards. This bombshell hit us like nought else, it meant no interference on our wireless. No more tuning in every ten minutes or so. It was A. B. C. D. E. F.
You knew Radio Luxembourg was the station for pop, but it was hell to get on a normal set, we would sit with our hand on the knob and ear to the speaker resetting the dial. But with good old Rediffusion it was crisp and clear. And ...see more
Willesley Close was the centre of the universe for the first twelve years of my life from 1959. The garden enclosed twenty yards of the old railway embankment and featured a natural spring, the source of much entertainment in summer, as well as fresh watercress. The house we lived in was on the edge of development so the afternoon ritual of milking the cows was part of my everyday. The farmer from Valley ...see more
This is were I grew up in Craigentinny in Edinburgh. I went to Christmas parties here when I was really young, I also went to big picnics from here because my Mum went to the guild here or went to play dominos and they held dances and& concerts.
I will never forget one picnic we went to. I was 5 years old and I got some money for running a race. I put it in my mouth at the same time as I was eating a ...see more
I was born in 1953 and my Grandfather was already dead. His name was William Bowe and he was the last mill keeper at Hall Mill, although his son John, my uncle, ran a joinery business for a few years from there. Billy Bowe was the last official mill keeper. It was purely a saw mill, powered entirely by water. How green was that. Pre 1945 it was pretty self sufficient down there. There was a couple of pigs, a cow for ...see more
I first arrived in Llanegryn at the latter end of 1939 along with my younger sister and a lot of other kids from my school (St Johns)in Birkenhead. I was eight years old at the time and my sister was six. We were all put into the village hall where people of the neighbourhood came and took us to different addresses. A lady from the next street to me in my home town was with us as she had two girls about 5 and 6 and ...see more
I was brought up in Una Rd in the 1960's and 70's. My mother still lives in the same house after more than 50 years. One thing that always strikes me now when I visit are the number of cars. I can still name the people who owned a car and the type of car it was in Una Rd when I was a child. Probably only seven cars maximum! Two Morris Minors, an Austin A35 van, Wolseley 1500, Reliant Regal van ( 3 wheeler), Ford Anglia, ...see more
I worked as a Saturday girl at the hairdressers opposite the church in Banstead High Street when I was 15 in 1969. It was called Nicolette then and I worked for Margaret and her mother Mrs Anscombe. Margaret was a lovely boss, she taught me many things. The salon seemed huge to me in those days, but on a recent visit I was surprised at how tiny it is now. When I worked there we had ...see more
One of my memories of Bournemouth in the 60's was its ice-skating rink where we used to go from school on Saturday afternoons. Bournemouth was a very smart place with good quality individual shops. It was always a treat to go shopping there from Weymouth and later Dorchester with my mother. We used to park in the multi-storey car park in a back street near the centre and buy our school uniform from Daniel Neales and ...see more
My uncle, Ernie Crump, grew up in Eardisley. He was orphanned in 1901 aged 5 and sent from London, to be brought up by a lady he referred to as 'Auntie'. Presumably he attended a local school, the 1911 Census records him as a 'page' in a big house in Tintagel, Cornwall. He served in the Royal Field Artillery in WWI, receiving severe injuries resulting in the amputation of his right arm. He returned to Eardisley ...see more
I remember living in Downs Road, Newcastle at about 3 years old (1944). We lived in a house opposite a green and the sea beyond. When my younger sister was only a few months old, for some reason the night before, my mother put her in a different place in the bedroom. It's a good thing she did because that night the ceiling fell in and a huge lump of plaster was in the cot where her head would have been, I ...see more
A memory and what a memory it was! There were eleven of us lads who had booked a fishing trip on one of the boats that went out from the harbour in Berwick. It was early in the day when we went out for a five hour trip; we went out as far as five miles where the skipper, having a fish finder radar, began to pick up a large shoal of fish. Of course we all got baited up on our hooks and laid a small bet ...see more
Queen Elizabeth I granted housewives the right to dry their washing on Bristol's Brandon Hill.
Bristol's most prominent land mark, the Cabot Tower, was 100 years old in 1998. But the official opening was marked by a disastrous fire, a confidence trick and some rather clever council penny pinching. The foundation stone of the Cabot Tower was laid on Brandon Hill in 1897, the 400th anniversary of John Cabot's ...see more
My maternal grandma, Mrs Rowe, lived at school house as caretaker for about 40 years until she died in 1978. My mum Edith was brought up here, as were her sisters, Irene, Dorothy and Marjorie and her brother Alfred better known as" Sonny". We all, i.e. aunties, uncles and cousins, used to stop at Nanna Rowes for a few weeks in the summer holidays and I have nothing but happy memories of all the lovely people and places. ...see more
We remember the excitement of seeing this postcard at Wallasey post office and realising that the black car was Dad's old Daimler. We could make out the number with a magnifying glass at the time. We recently returned from Scotland on a trip to revisit some old haunts and see how things had changed. Some were good and some were disappointing. These photos remind us of how things were when we grew up in Wallasey.
I was born on the 24th of July 1929 above a shop next to a pub called the Rose of Denmark, in Hotwells, Bristol, very convenient for Father to wet his whistle and my head at the same time. Father was born in 1893, Mother in 1895. They were married on the 9th August 1924. My older brother John was born in 1927. Two months after I was born the New York stock market crashed, but I don’t think that was anything to do with ...see more
Me and my friend Marilyn, went to Primary school together in London. Her dad was the manager of our local swimming baths. I was devastated when he was offered promotion, it was at a pool in Wallasey, called Guinea Gap Baths. This was just the start of many happy holidays we spent in Wallasey, our parents were great friends and we came up every year for about twelve years. We got up early and went swimming, I think ...see more
I lived in Millwood Road and went to Chatsworth Infants and Juniors. I remember going to the clinic for treatment for a pidgeon chest, mum took a photo of me wearing my goggles; it was also used for asthma or chest complaints. I also had to bang a pair of cymbals a lot and remember going for vaccinations there - I used to scream the place down! The smell was enough to set me off. Then we would go to Rainbows ...see more
We used to have French students stay with us and at the end of their visit there would be a banquet at the old Town Council Centre in Treaty Road. I have happy memories of the boating lake at Inwood Park. We lived at Hounslow West and childhood life revolved around Beavers Park, the great open spaces, the games hut in summer, the dens we made in the perimeter bushes, the din of propellered aircraft overhead on ...see more
I was born in 1941 in Midsummer Avenue. I remember a little park at the top of the avenue. It had a very large air raid shelter in it which people from the avenue and surrouding area could go to during bombing raids. The children would call it a hill and we would play cricket and rounders on top of it. It seems a shame that it has gone now, as it was part of our history. Not far from the avenue was the Wellington ...see more
My goodness, in 1966 my mum used to wheel me here in my pram with my brother sat on the seat at the front. A few years later in the 1970's we had many a great picnic in front of this lovely house. A great afternoon out, giving my mum a rest on the grass for a few hours whilst my brother and I tired ourselves out playing and running around. Not like now 'No Ball Games' allowed.
North Somercotes during the 50s (1953-1960)
My mother, Gwen's side of the family were from North Somercotes. They were called Humberstone. She had 5 siblings, Donald, Percy, Gert, Did, and Winnie. She was Mrs Duncan McCaw. I was born in 1948 in Norfolk, as my father worked there. My uncle Don had a painting company and my father decided to work for him, ...see more
I was born in East Harlsey in 1958 and spent 19 years living there. The photo on this site I believe is my mum, Mrs Lorna Whittaker, stood outside our family home next to the Methodist Chapel. I loved going to the village school, the teacher then was Miss Sewell who lived in the end cottage down from my own home. We would play in the street on our bikes or over the fields as it was very safe in those days. I also ...see more
This butchers shop seen to the left was owned by my family and was next to Woolworths. We had other shops in Chadwell Heath, Ilford etc. as well as Frank's Farm in Upminster. Behind the shop was a slaughter house and a large field and, as a small child, I remember visiting the slaughter house to see pigs being killed and butchered ( I have a memory that one of these such days was a Sunday). We sold the chain of shops to Mathews Butchers in the late sixties.
I can remember my nanna and grand dad (Charlie and Winnie Davies ) writing their bets out on a piece of paper and me running from Acacia Grove in Seacombe to Alf Spearings Bookies on Wheatland Lane to put them on for them. Alf used to pay me 2d when I walked his grey hounds on The Brokey. My Grand Dad Charlie, worked for Land and Marine Dredging Co. I used to wait on ...see more
My God! I remember the baker shop fondly as it was opposite the Ealing Studios, and we used to hang outside Ealing Studios loads of times as kids, hoping to see someone famous - and we did. I've said "Hello" to Hattie Jaques, she was so lovely and warm, I remember her just walking over to my sister to say hello and ask why were we there, we explained we lived in Northolt but our nan and grandad lived in ...see more
As a kid I spent a couple of August weeks in Sizewell, staying in a timber-built bungalow just before the rise leading up to what is now the Power Station. The little bungalow was set back off the (dirt) road, and had no running water - we went to a pump for water - and no electricm and my mum cooked on a paraffin stove. The bungalow was owned by my uncle, Ted Titlow, who had a newsagent's and hardware business in ...see more
During the long summer Sundays of 1947, the pleasures that were afforded by many Doncastrians were few and far between.Sunday, being a non-work day for the man of the house (if not the woman, Sunday dinner to make, pots to wash, beds to make, etc.). He just might decide to take his family for a walk, this of course was after a pleasurable lunchtime drink, his Sunday dinner and an afternoon nap. The kids were ...see more
I was born at Mayday Hospital 1953. I had an older brother, John Read, and sisters, Judith and Gillian. John went to the Catholic school St Peters and Gillian and me went to the convent in Lingfield until we all emigrated to Australia in 1962.
My memories of Croydon were when my sister Gill and me used to go swimming in the summer holidays at the swimming pools by Croydon Market, down the hill. I remember the ...see more
The above photo is the pond which is close to Dorothy Connor's current home in Glebe Road, Ashtead. This area has not changed so very much since the time the Frith photo was taken in 1904.
Interestingly, Dorothy Connor (nee Step) is actually pictured in the Caterham Frith photo ref 78135V accompanied by her late Mother Elizabeth Step (aged 46) and her Sister, Florence Step ...see more
This photo is significant to me since I attended this school in the late 1930s/early 1940s. I was a member of Hanson House and played football on the sports field to the right of the pool. I rode a bicycle to school from Weyhill. I was a volunteer student air raid warden at the school. The male students spent the night in the male teachers room, the women in the female teachers room. We were never hit! The school's air ...see more
This picture shows clearly the row of small shops that greeted you as you left Freshfield Station on your walk to the village. Bowers (or was it Cross's) the bakers next to the railway track, baked their bread on the premises and my grandmother bought our bread there. There was also a confectioners and newsagents which sold very good ice cream and a small selection of toys - can't ...see more
I remember this scene well; with the Butcher's shop on the corner still present and further down Old Town Lane was F G Shoesmith the Chemist and Post Office - I still have one his medcine bottles complete with its label. The Post Office and Chemist was run by Mr Shoesmith as one business, and had a then fairly standard brass mesh barrier to define the Post Office area, which was ...see more
I remember summers in Wallasey Village being absolutely glorious as a kid. I used to live in Green Lane, and during the summer holidays,Ii and my friends worked on the market gardens, from early in the morning until mid afternoon, we would then race down to the sea front to the Derby Bathing Pool; either paying to get in with our hard earned, weed pulling cash, or sneak under the wire off the golf course. The ...see more
I moved to Andover in 1940 with my mum and sister, to live with my grandparents, my dad was all over the place in the RAF. My grandad owned a riding stable in Anton Road, towards the town. The side of the stable building had a huge painted sign 'Reddings Riding Stables' and I spent many happy hours there mucking out and polishing tack. I went to New Street Primary school, then when I was 11 went to the Senior School on ...see more
My Mum had a brother living at 'South View', Stoke Fleming and we spent many holidays with his family. There was an outside row of toilets with long wooden seats and you had to get a pail of water from the well next to the pub to flush it. They kept chickens behind the houses and there was also a swing. As a young girl, I made friends with the shoemender's daughter, Mary Bowden, who lived next door ...see more
I was born during the Second World War in 1942, the 8th child to my parents at Goose Bridge, Matching Green. My parents were Scottish and people thought they were foreign. My dad worked for Mr Gemmill's farm and drove a lorry for him so he was exempt from call-up for the army till they were so short of drivers that he was called up and went to war when I was six months old, I was three when he ...see more
How many of you have fond memoires of times spent on the shore and along the prom. Who got hot water from the cafes along the bottom of Tobin Street. Do you remember the bands playing in Davy Jones's locker on the old pier head? My dad, Ron Higginson, used to tell me about the time his skiffle band 'The Atlantics' were playing in the Egremont pub, in the back snug cos they didn't have a music ...see more
The picture is of the bottom end of Church Street; the old Morris Traveller was my father's car and it is parked as seen outside 72, Church Street. I was born in Edenbridge, and lived in this house until I was 17. I have very happy memories of living down this street, playing rounders, and british bulldog, all the kids in the street use to play together. We were never in doors, always out over the fields to Tank Wood and fishing down the river...'very' happy days.
I was born on Alexander Road in 1944 and moved to 79 Aston Terrace in 1945 and these were one of the best times in my life. We were known as the middle row and I can remember most people in the row; Tylers, Barnses, Davises, Scotts, Hibberts, Hazards, Marshes, Tipples, Jones, Adsetts, Scarfs, Dewicks, Tompkins. I remember we used to go down to a place called 'the hillies' where there was a small pond and sand and ...see more
My memories are of the ending of the war, the German one in the Second World War. My family and I went to a VE party down the Greenford Road in Kings Avenue, I was about 7 years old at the time and while I was dancing with my elder sister, my elastic broke in my knickers and I was trying to hold them up and trying to tell my sister what had happened and she took not the slightest bit of notice of me and carried on ...see more
We actually lived in Northolt Grange but our cousins, the Barltetts, lived in Stanhope Road, Greenford (does anyone remember them?). I worked from the age of 8 or 9 for Ron and Stella Valente who owned Toni Milk Bar (very near the police station end). What at fantastic couple they were, they named me 'Corporal', I was like their son (they had not children) and I was there till I left ...see more