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I have wonderful memories of Fowey, as a teenager I used to go and stay with a lovely lady in a cottage leading down to the centre. She had a son and daughter but I think they had left home, one to go nursing and the other in the Navy. I remember how the ships used to come into Fowey for the china clay, and the young crew used to come on to the beach with tins of fruit, and all manner of goodies. Being in my teens ...see more
I remember going to Rilla Mill to see 'The Glass Mountain', I think it was Joan Fontayne. My grandmother lived in Bathpool, at Cockerels Rest with my grandfather and Charles Rice, plus dog. Charles and the dog used to walk to Rilla Mill every day to get the paper. My grandmother used to do tailoring and my grandfather worked at Harris's, down in Bathpool Village. We lived at Antony and must have got a bus so ...see more
I was christened in this church in 1959. I was 13. I was a member of the church youth club that used to meet in the church hall in The Pallant every week. We played snooker, & table tennis, together with running a Sunday league football team. The guiding light then was the Rev. David Slater, who also played in our team with us, despite the need to wear spectacles at all times. I remember the beautiful church, and I ...see more
It was about 1953 when we discovered pluffers and ca caws. The pluffer was a device we used for a pea-shooter. This was a straight stem from a weed and it was about an inch or so in diameter, hollow through the centre and collected from Millfield tip where they grew in abundance. We would cut a length measuring about a foot and load our mouths up with the ammo, i.e. the ca caws. These were the berries from the ...see more
I was born and grew up in Watchfield, which was originally about 100 houses. Rapid changes to the village occurred in the late 1930s when Beckett Estate was aquired for the army. Then came the airfield and REME workshops. In the early 1940s the village was flooded as a rapid thaw melted snow on the airfield and the water came down the road. After National Service in the early 1950s I did not live at home ...see more
This image is actually taken from Deepcut Bridge Road, around the junction of Woodend Road, with the barracks away to the left. Blackdown Road is a few hundred yards behind the photographer here. The shops in view are now a hairdressers, and fast food places!
Here are some random memories: Lists Bakeries on Greenford Broadway. Lovely aroma, tasty bread. The paper bags all used to have the slogan 'Good Flavour Always Finds Favour'. The covered market near the junction with Windmill Lane where I was often sent by my parents to get smoked fish. The Greenford Fish Buffet catching fire (this was at the corner of Greenford Road and Costons ...see more
Although not from Hindringham myself, I am the last of the Long family, who for many generations lived in Hindringham. My Grandfather Alex, Great Aunt May, and Great Uncle Ezra were just a few of my family, who, no doubt, will still be remembered by some of the Hindringham residents. Great Aunt May was a difficult lady at times! Although with much sadness in her life, it is understandable. I have ...see more
In 1939-40 I was evacuated to Lockeridge to live with my great-aunt Mrs Haynes, who I think lived in one of the thatched cottages in the photo of the Dene. She was, I think, housekeeper at the big house in Lockeridge. We lived in the cottage with my great-grandfather and great-grandmother who died in 1940 and 1949 respectively and are burried in St Michael's and All Angels' churchyard in West Overton.
Hubert Atkinson was my grandfather and his mother lived in the house next to the blacksmiths. I was born in 1961 and have a photo of my great-grandmother, mother and grandfather standing outside the cottage (with me in her arms). I have happy memories of playing in the village at an early age. The house was opposite a large cow shed were a pony and trap would pull up outside to load milk churns on to it. Also ...see more
I was having a trip down memory lane the other day and thinking of those summer days making camps up in 'the bunny fields' and fishing down at the marshes, in 1960-65. It seemed most of the village boys went, with the older lads taking charge e.g Malcom Bishop, Philip 'Shorty' Goodhand, Pete Saunders, the younger lads included myself, Johnny Saunders, David 'Snowy' Goodsell, Denis Anley plus a ...see more
I remember walking to school (the old school) through the woods at the back of the church 1958ish,we then moved to the 'new' school at Darvel Down. I myself lived at 49 Darvel Down up until about 1960 when we moved to Crowhurst. I also remember making camps on the 'waste' and playing down in the 'gorse'. If by any chance anybody remembers me you can conact me via e-mail: goatbasher@ymail.com
My memory of Owslebury goes back to the hot summer of 1937. I lived in Bishopstoke at that time, being a lad of nine years old. My father had just bought our first car, not a posh one and looking back I doubt if it would pass an MOT of today. It was a little red Austin 7 Nippy that had long passed its sell-by date, but it made us the only family in our street that had wheels and gave us the chance to get away ...see more
Rod Swift remarked (in a previous memory) about falling in the pond - well I was one of these. Rod must be my cousin's son, as my aunt and uncle lived in the house referred to. Around 1953 on an icy cold day in winter, a crowd of us were going home after school. On passing the pond we knew there was thick ice so decided to skate on the ice. We did not take into account that it was beginning to thaw and around ...see more
Annette and I (Annette Schofield and George Allen) became landlords of the Chequers (no longer a pub) on 23 January 1967. It was a BYB pub and James Hubert Dibb was the landlord before us. We ran the pub for about 18 months and then moved to Thornton-le-Dale in 1968. We rented the pub from the brewery and I recall the rent was 10 shillings per week, the valuation of all the stock when we moved in on the 23rd, ...see more
These houses are in St. Nicholas Lane. I lived in the house on the left of the photo. It was named Neasden. We lived there until 1950 when we moved to London. The hill was a very good winter sports attraction with some very fast toboggan runs.
I joined up for National Service in July 1954 and after trade training at RAF Yatesbury, I was posted to RAF Buntingsdale Hall - HQ 22 Group Comm Flight - in June 1955 as an Air Wireless Fitter - Junior Technician - and remained there until I was demobbed on July 21st 1956. Each morning we were driven from the Hall to RAF Ternhill - by a civilian driver 'Busty' - where the Comm ...see more
I remember being in the choir at the church during the time of my evacuation to Westbury Leigh sometime during the 1939-45 war. I also pumped the organ which was at that time quite hard work for a young lad (but I think the pay was better).
The fun was to watch the tell tale small lead weight that showed how much air there was left to play the organ, there was also a similar tell tale that the ...see more
I lived in the pre-fabs built a few years after the war, on Strath Crescent. That would have been around 1953. Later, those 'white boxes' were to be demolished, so we moved to new council semi-detached houses at Persian Sands (I don't know what it's called now) near Greenside (I think that was the name) Park. I recall walks along 'The Broon's Road', playing near The Meal Mill, ...see more
There was a high class stationers which opened around the late 1960s on the site currently occupied by by Mad Lilies florist. They used to stock artist materials and Rowney pencils which as a growing child I used to admire greatly and saved pocket money diligently to buy them. It was a lovely shop to look around, but along with the rest of my family I am desperately trying to think of the name of the shop...can anybody help please?
Does anyone remember me, Tony Smith? I lived on Meriton Road for 25 years. My friends were Derek Clayton, Brian Wilson, Ray Riley etc etc, and our first pints were drunk in the Greyhound and the Freemasons. We also went to the Regal dance hall, and the Creole Club in Wilmslow, all good memories. Please e mail me: tonysmith296@tiscali.co.uk
My dad Lyndon is originally from Gilfach Goch, his dad was called Bill (Billy the book), his mum was Ivy and his sisters are Phylis, Tisha and Doreen, his brother was called Gwylim. They lived in Windham Street and then moved to Danybryn in the 1950s. My dad moved to Sheffield in 1967 but we had some great summer holidays there. We always needed to go for 2 weeks because the first week was spent visiting all the many ...see more
Hi
Can anyone help me? Was there a Netherley House in Hinckley Road in the late 1930s/early 1940s? I have a relative who was born there in November 1940 but I cant see any record of the place. Any help would be appreciated.
Regards
Tracey
A recent visit to Haddenham reminded me of earlier visits to the monthly ceileidhs with Whitethorn Morris. More than 20 years ago I made my first visit to Haddenham and I remember leading the Whitethorn Band on my accordian for the interval entertainment spot in the crowded ceileidh. Just this month, November 2009, the dancers were invited back to perform again and it was a great thrill ...see more
I lived and worked at the manor from Sept 1986 to around May 1988, if anyone remembers me and wants to get in touch please email. j.goodwin007@hotmail.co.uk
Adding to yesterday's input about Hewson Street in Sheriff Hill; I remember it so well! From the west end, at the square where Billy Howarth had his coal business, I remeber Alan Freeland, and his mother 'Boxer.' Then 'Nutty' and 'Ginger Wood. The next along was a Mr Lewis who had a secondhand shop down Gateshead, then Audrey Reece, whose grandfather was the local bookie, and below them lived the Erringtons (their ...see more
My grandfather, A J Hurd, was, for a time, Rudyard Kipling's head gardener at Batemans. He, my grandmother and my mother (now Joyce Richardson) and her sister (now Barbara Wainwright) lived in one of the cottages (which still exists) near the mill adjacent to Batemans. In addition to his responsibilities in the gardens, Grandpa also worked with the private hydro-electric turbine generator (which also still ...see more
I was raised in Twechar but left there when I was 8. I am now 45 and my memories are still strong of Twechar. I am very homesick still. I look at Twechar on google earth and I see the changes. I wish I could come home. I still remember all the people there, and going on a double-decker buss to school in Kirky from Twechar.
It was around 1952 when these tragic accidents happened to to two Millfield families. I remember the day as plain today as it was then. A little boy had fallen into the Dewley Burn and drowned, his mother was Edna Clues who lived at the end of Millfield Crescent. Everyone was out in the back lane with horrified expressions, some crying, others consoling each other. What this poor woman must have been going through, she was ...see more
I was at Wheatley Secondary School from 1957 to 1962 and then went on to Northfield/Littlemore Grammer to do 'O' Levels. Fred Anson was the legendary headmaster, 'Stumpy' Sternberg the Art teacher. 'Chester' Barker and Mr Tong for were the teachers for Science, Ron Green for Maths. Mr Babb was the Music teacher and used to freewheel down the hill on his bike to the school! Class mates included Terry ...see more
I grew up here from 1972-98 then moved to Cornwall. I have great memories of living in Patchway and go back to see friends about twice a year. Andy.
1952 to 1972. bunny park. Portland Crescent. See also southallknowhere site, good.
Greyhounds 1939, when did it close? Martinware end of Havelock. Dominion. Most us lived north. See southallknowhere site
John Nichols, yes many of us remember 1940s, 50,s 60s, see southallknowhere site.
Born in the Dibden Perlieu nursing home in 1943, I then lived in both Blackfield and Fawley. Growing up was a challenge in those days, but we survived. I attended school at both Fawley and Hardley.
Summers were spent on the raft at Lepe, fishing for eels in the sluice, or paddling my canoe around to Calshot and back.
I worked for KEN Wheeler (Fawley Newsagents) and then did a stint with John Holland (milkman) before ...see more
Hi! I have recently been researching into my family history, and I came across a photograph dated to around the early 1870s in my home. On the back it read Wm Hughes photographer and oil painter in Llangefni and Amlwch on Sundays (something along those lines, I haven't got the photograph with me at the moment for reference). Does anyone know anything about this man? I have googled and googled to find information to no ...see more
Dunno if this is the same place, we called it Harmans Water, on the Ascot/Bracknell road. My Uncle Albert had a little demolition firm, my brother was the driver, they were the only regulars, I as a kid worked at weekends and holidays as did other relatives. First job was to pull down the Victorian Post Office for the Bracknell Dev Corp, it was on the main road (I think. Then we pulled down Lily Hill Farm (funny, ...see more
This is taken from one of my fields, known as Etchingham Banks, on what was then Wedds Farm. It is in fact in Etchingham parish, not Ticehurst, a strange anomaly considering it's half a mile from the church. If you go up there now, the view is almost the same. The field is still grass and still has bullocks and sheep on it. The picture is early 1950s if not late 1940s, as the field in the middle left ...see more
I grew up in Sheriff Hill. My great-gran Margaret Jackson lived on Hewson Street and I lived with my parents in Leeming Gardens in the flats. I used to be sent to the corner shop on Hewson Street. It was called Robbies. We would buy broken biscuits and if my mam was hard up you could run up 'tick' and pay at the end of the week.
I used to go to Sheriff Hill School opposite St John's church on Church Road. ...see more
My Uncle Clem built the Lychgate, he was a carpenter who later lived at Cefn Caled Kerry. He was the son of Harry Griffiths, tailor and famous choirmaster from Bettws who lived at Pentre Lifior Cottage. My cousin Ray still lives in Newtown.
What fantastic days they were, despite the hardship. We were a family of 9 Seven children Allan Joy,twins Michael and David, myself Sam and a second set of twins Kathryn and Brian I too remember Mrs Greys shop, also Mr Bach from down the lane towards Wergs post office, he used to deliver groceries around the CAMP, as it was known by the locals we had loads of playmates mostly Polish children as a ...see more
I live in the US. In a desk that we purchased years ago in an antique shop, we found a certificate that says: The Royal Drawing Society's Exhibition, "The Children's Royal Academy" London, Highly Commended, Julie Woodhead (aged 13-14) Convent of the Nativity, Romiley, for Two Pictorial Compositions. 4 Entries, May 1965, R.R. Tomlinson, President. If this is yours, please let me know and I will send it to you. Michelle Witzel witzel@comcast.net
My parents knew a local artist of this name who lived at a place called Windmill in Hullbridge. I was only 4 but got the impression that he lived in the tree in the garden of his mother's house and she kept goats. He always wore an long old tweed coat and painted a couple of pictures of me - one in pastels and one in oils which I still have. I would be very interested to hear if anyone else remembers him?
These days Greylake's claim to fame is the council tip where people get rid of their rubbish, but when I was a little girl it was one of the greatest places in the world to me.
If you go a couple of fields past the tip and look through the gateways you will come to a gate where nothing grows properly in a strip down the field. This is where the drove led down to two houses that belonged to my Granny Frampton ...see more
I was 6 years old in 1941 and a native of Glasgow. During the worst of the German bombing at that time, my mother, brother and I moved to Auchnahyle Farm, which was farmed by my father's uncle and aunts, Bob, Mag and Jess Jamieson. My father remained in Glasgow as he was in a reserved occupation. I went to Pitlochry Primary School and made friends. We wandered the Black Spout woods together and fished the burns for ...see more
I was born in St Catherine's Hospital during 1943 and spent the next 22 years living right across the street from it until I emigrated to Canada in 1965. I can remember my mother, my sister and I walking along Derby Road with the empty pram to pick up a bag of coal (in the days of rationing)! The corner shop was Morris's just at the bottom of the hill near North Road - we used to go there for a llb of ...see more
I spent the school holidays at my grandparents' bungalow 'Cartref' in Eastern Road just off the high street during the 1960s. They were Sid and Gert Burton and knew a lot of the local characters like Kipper Tom. I had wonderful times down there running wild around the Island and trying to win a few pence on the machines to buy chips. Happy memories.
I was born at Cockfield station where dad was a guard and signalman, he was also in the Home Guard. My sister Jean and her friend Anne Coates used to walk over the fell to school, there were no school buses then. Last year I received a Defence Medal which was my father George Robson's for his war work in the Home Guard. I am doing a family history of the Robsons that lived at Low Lands and Evenwood and Cockfield and would love to hear from cousins.
I am interested in family history. Many of my relatives surnamed Hunter came from the Townhill Miners Village, the earliest being William Hunter, born 1750. I have been researching the area my ancestors were miners, it was a tough life - "Clackmannanshire Miner Killed - A miner named Robert Hunter (22), married, residing at Ramsay Street, Coalsnaughton, met with a fatal accident in the underground ...see more
Betty and I were brought up in Davidson Street, Sneinton just before the Second World War. It was a small back-to-back terraced house with an outside toilet. One of my first recollections was being bathed in the small kitchen sink and the woman who lived next door talking to Mum. It was snowing. Later they made a snowman and put a pipe in his mouth. It was great fun.
When war broke out we moved to 3 Hoten ...see more
I was born in a little cottage in Whetstone in 1938, just across the road from the brook. When it rained it used to flood all the bottom end of the village, and when the buses went through the floods, the furniture in the houses would move with the ripples,. The bus drivers would stop across the road, and there would always be a cup of tea for them from the people in the cottages. In 1942 we ...see more
I used to love The Puddle, I used to go there every weekend during term time from when it opened at Easter every year, until in closed in October. I would try to go every day during the summer holidays, but I didn't always have the money to get in, I would plead with my mum to give me the money to go, I used to do odd jobs to earn some money to go. I remember one day I went and it was throwing it down with ...see more
My wife was living in Northhumberland Avenue when a V1 doodlebug passed by very low, to land unexploded at the top end of the avenue. She lived at number 208. The house number it landed at was about 220 to 230. It was on a Sunday afternoon. The man living there was in the kitchen having his lunch, and walked along the V1 to turn off his gas and water! My wife remembers quite clearly the V1 coming up the street, ...see more
Earlier this year, my wife and I visited St Kitts, which has a small museum; here we discovered that Thomas Warner, son of William Warner 'gentleman farmer from near Framlingham', had landed on St Kitts as the first European settler on 16th January 1628, colonising same for the English, and later the same of Antigua. With him was Thomas Jefferson whose grandson(?) became one of the earliest Presidents. Well my name ...see more
My husband was born in Wales and is a descendant of farming stock going back to the 1700s, but it's only since retiring to Devon that he started Family History. It seems that his grandmother's parents were born and raised in Devon as agricultural labourers. They were the Blake family who moved to 4 Glancelle, Llanafan Fawr in the 1870s. He then strangly became a brick maker. His last child Edith Louisa ...see more
I remember the blacksmith's and his forge just along from the pub (The Swan I think? - could be wrong),also the wild raspberries, red and white, growing on the common across the road from the pub.
I spent about one day in the school there in 1948-1950 and cried so much they had to send me home.
I went to Cubs a couple of times at the top of Jasons Hill but hated that too, I was very insecure as were a lot of us kids just after the war.
We lived at New House Farm.
I clearly remember the school at Whelpley Hill and detouring on my way there to see an aircraft straddling the roar, fuel dripping from its engines and the flight crew washing their hands in the dripping petrol. Another time there was a Danish plane full of cherries in the road and the locals were helping themselves to the plunder. It was common in those times to see planes in the paddock or across the ...see more
I was born in Cresswell maternity hospital at Dumfries on May 13th 1959, my name was Ann Little. My mum came from Clerkhill, one side of the Nith and my dad came from the other, Sandside. They both met in their teens one night at the Loreburn Hall dance, and from there on they got married and had four children, I am the second child and their first daughter. We were brought up and lived in ...see more
Hi everybody, I remember the Piazza shopping complex as my dad owned the butchers shop on there, Harry Hargreaves. We had some great times working there and I have great memories of the good people that lived in the area, including my mate Andrew Watt who lived on Williamson House. Also the greengrocers shop was owned by a friend of our family, he was called Dave Bowden, then there was the chemist which was ...see more
I remember my childhood, going to the chippy and playing on the beach, everyone was nice and happy. I still live in Barassie but now all I think of is how dull it has become with new buildings everywhere (some better than others ). My grandparents have lived in Troon/Barassie now for nearly 40 years and say things have never been the same, it has gone from bad to worse. It might seem as though I ...see more
My paternal grandmother lived in Lovegreen Street and died when I was 11 years old. Her name was Hanley. She was 80+ when she died and had brought up 6 children in this tiny terraced cottage. I used to visit with my dad and do remember that there was a family with name of Loftus. The ferry was no longer in existence then but my mother told me the story of when she was a little girl and lived at Brasside, they all ...see more
I was priviledged to teach at Warnham Court School 1966-7. We spent a lot of time exploring the countryside and doing pond dipping - getting out wellies good and wet! The students in my class found writing difficult but we wrote books and poems.It was my first year of teaching and I found the days long - from breakfast supervision to lights out' on the dormitory floor. I can still remember the aroma ...see more
I am living in New Zealand now but well remember Mum taking my sister and I to see Father Christmas at the Bearmans Dept. store during the 1950's. In fact I came across a photo of my sister and I with Father Christmas which I am sure was taken there. I was about 7 years old my sister about 5. This was our main Christmas treat and every year Bearmans had a different "grotto" theme. ...see more
My family lived in the end cottage in River Row,our garden backed on to the river and railway line beyond.My brother and I were aged 3 and 4 years old and I can remember waving to my father as he went to work in the pits, the train was a bit far away but my dad used to wave a white handerchief at us. My brother fell in the river once and nearly drown, he was about 5yr old and I was 4yr old, I lay down on my tummy on a ...see more
By kind permission of the Lord Ashcombe, the Holy Trinity Junior Boys Club, Wimbledon, camped for four weeks every year on Ranmore Common. Most of us were choirboys, so we augmented St Barnabas's choir for their services twice each Sunday. Lord Ashcombe read the lessons. At that time there was a dairy next to his house, Denbies, and he gave us our milk. (The estate has since been turned over to a vineyard.) The two ...see more
I remember when I used to live in Gilfach Goch, Mount Pleasant, and the old settlement in the High Street. I used to perform puppet shows in the front room and charge one penny entrance fee, I spent the money in Leslie Belben's shop at the top of the High Street. On other occasions I spent my pocket money going to the cinema, either at the 'Globe' which further up the High Street, or the Workmens Hall, which is ...see more
I once bought an old book dated 1795 entitled "The Pocket Magazine", which had several signatures on early pages of the owner: "Mary Pouncy Rushton". Interested in learning more about her I sought her birth, marriage, death etc details in all the "Rushtons" I could discover: no luck. The book went into the roof. The other day I came upon it again and this time searched every page. A few pages in was a ...see more
I was born and brought up in Cowley. We lived at 169 Oxford Road which now belongs to Emmaus I believe. Across the road was a large old cottage which during the war was used to house evacueee and the Post Office was next door.
When I was young I belonged to the Better Britain Brigade. I have photos taken in St James Hall if anyone is interested, with Fathers Whye and Beacham. I attended church at both St James and St ...see more
My dad was a lorry driver working for a firm called E Day & Sons, it was a green flatback rigid lorry and his main job was working out of a company called Wolfe Rubber Co. They used to make things for the car trade, most of my dad's deliveries were to the car makers up in the Midlands. The reason why I mention this is because I wonder how many people remember how Southall turned into a Indian community, well ...see more
You know I haven't come across anyone who did their 8 weeks' training at Vindi in the summer months, most people you talk to remember most of all the severe winters. I am no exception, I remember going down to the ship from the camp last thing at night for a couple of slces of bread and butter and a mug of what was supposed to aid sleep. If you remember anti, my fondest memory I think was the latest music they ...see more
I am doing my family tree. Francis Evans was my great-great-grandfather, he was born around 1802 and married a Hannah in 1828, they lived in Staveley until he died in 1876. I am trying to find out my great-great-grandmother's maiden name Hannah ..?, Francis Evans's wife, they had a daughter called Hannah also, she was born 1830/31 and married a George Bates in Staveley, he was my great-grandfather. If ...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
I now live in Low Marnham, I have lived here for about 7 months, and was interested in its history, and so fell upon this web page. I was most interested in Marion Wilkinson's message about her story of her grandmother who had her throat cut. I wanted to know if you know which house it was, because there is something a little odd about my house, that I don't understand and I wondered if there was a conection. If ...see more
Who remembers the good old 1950s in Woking? At this time I was a teenager. I used to go dancing at the Public Hall which was named 'Atlanta'. My girlfriend at that time was a schoolfriend, and we both went to Goldsworth School. Her name was Georgina Burt, and she lived in Horsell. There were a lot of soldiers dancing there at that time. We also went to a dancing club in Brookwood. In my early school days I often ...see more
I lived there as a young child from about the ages of 2-14 years old (1960-early 1970s). As a young child Elmer Road seemed to be at the end of the world. The main road heading east hit a dead-end and went nowhere.
For years our world seemed, to me at least, to be the stoney beach, the village, Bognor town centre and nothing else. There was never much to do... nothing ...see more
I too remember the Mexican cacti garden at Worfield. It was owned by Lieutenant General Sir Oliver Lees and was a favourite place of my father's as there was a Mexican band. We used to sit and listen to the unusual strains of the Mexican songs over the Shropshire countryside. Bizarre, but a lovely memory!
I remember going to the Mexican gardens at Worfield, I'm sure they were owned by Sir Oliver Lees and there was a Mexican band.
I was born in Rayne and in the 1950s.I have fond memories of being able to play various sports in the road at School Road with my brother Peter and friend Richard Dodd, gaining a few more players as word got around! We used to mark the Tennis Court on the road with chalk and played many games, sometimes having to vacate to allow the occasional vehicle to pass. Chief Inspector Baker of Braintree was often passing by ...see more
Escaping from his mammoth wife, Gran Con, who could eat a whole chicken at one sitting, Great Grandad Stickland fled Street in Somerset and took lodgings in the F&H. He suffered nightmares, and the person who slept in the same lodging room used to turn him over. One night he did not and that night he died. Perhaps he thought his wife had caught up with him.
He was a grand horsemen and ...see more
Stayed here with my parents in August 1966 when it was a Christian Guest House. If there had been a fire it would have been a death trap!!
