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beyond is Cudden Point proper, here is the "Oratory" and a plaque with the inscription "WE HAVE A BVILDING OF GOD, AN HOVSE NOT MADE WITH HANDS, ETERNAL IN THE HEAVENS WHERE THE SPIRIT OF THE, LORD IS THERE IS LIBERTY" In front is Pisky Cove
Looking from Prussia Cove (Prussia Cove is the area, not an actual cove) towards Kennegy. Tin mine workings exposed on beach and on cliffs above. Kerrier DC (it's just on the border of Kerrier and Penwith DCs) have replaced the rope we abseiled down with stainless steel steps and ladder, but it's no easier to get down!
That was 2008, since then they've had to remove ladder (health & safety!) so access to sandy beach is only by climbing over rocks, not possible at high tide!
You say you have no photos of Rattray--the photo of Blairgowrie is TAKEN FROM the Blairgowrie side, but is of the Rattray bank of the Ericht, with the prominent spire of the Methodist Church which is over the bridge in Rattray. Just a wee point! John
Porthenalls on left, Lutyens-like house built early 1900s by family, butler/houseman's house on right, all holiday lets now. See Prussia Cove web site
called Bessy's Cove by the Carters, is there a story about Bessy saving one of their children?
Built 1900s, now holiday lets or (big) weddings. The island is Enys (which is Cornish for island!).
Built right on the smuggling cove to stop the smugglers, they predate nearby Porthenalls which was only built c1900, bought by the T_B estate in the 1980s(?), now holiday lets.
School on left, Westgate wasn't the only school but it is the only one I never went to. Below was the Primary and Junior, this was the Senior till 1953 when Haymill was built. Whilst building it was Junior but when finished became Senior and me and my bro changed places, this became Junior! Confused? It's a wonder I gotta education, I'd already been to Weston House when it was new (Grandads backed onto it, he'd been gardener at the old Weston House)
We were'nt the only family in Cippenham! Bro Pete married Annie Shears who lived in one of those houses next to the pub.
There are 3 Hills on the memorial, but they're only dad's cousins, his father and 2 uncles came back from the trenches. Grandad (another Bill Hill, like dad) was always in the Legion and Gt Uncle Harry (who lived in Chalvey with his sis, Ethel) carried the flag on Remembrance Day. Funny how different generations used different pubs, my grandparents the Kings Head, uncles The Swan and our generation the Barleycorn. ...see more
There was a Twinch, Henry I think, owner of Cippenham MANOR (not Court farm which was nearby) and this was his shortcut, originally. This pic is taken from the footbridge put up for the Girls High School to cross the road to get their buses. The school was sold in the 1960s for housing and retail park, I think Wickes are still there. The bridge was removed in the 1980s? Twinches Lane is on the left, the linked ...see more
We lived in Uxbridge from 1968 when we married to 1993, we still have the book and remember Mrs Peddles shop on LHS, would you believe the old Police Station is now a bar?
We went to church here, until we moved to Cornwall, Jen and Rob were christened by lovely Norman Chalk and Peter Grimes ran the Sunday School. The kids bought me a watercolour of the church by Emilia Saunders, it hangs in our bedroom.
This photograph is of the entrance to the Slough Trading Estate at Cippenham, taken from in front of the Berlei factory.
I have been researching my family tree and it seems that my great-great-grandfather was born in St Breward, Camelford. His name was William J Burnard. His mother was called Ann and his father's name was James. He also had a brother called Thomas. My hope is that someone will be able to tell me more and whether there are any relatives still living in the area. I was in Camelford recently and I must say it's a lovely place. Please contact me if you have any information.
When my family arrived in England from the US we went straight to our home which was located in Burwell. While my parents went to buy groceries for the kids we were able to start meeting our new playmates in the area. This was my first expereince with the difference in our english language. To this day I still get a laugh remembering when a young girl was leaving she said "Cheerio" and I thought to my self why is she talking about a cereal.
I have a family history interest in this photo. One of my ancestors married Alice Fulthorpe in 1441. I also have some of the Fulthorpe tree back to Alan 1197.
My name is Andy Pearce and I was born in New Haw in 1952. I went to Grange School in 1957.
Names I remember are Jenkins, Wright, Hatch, Swanton, Gill, Watts. Many more faces than surnames.Was a paperboy at Flanagans on Woodham Road and belonged to the Cubs that met at Grange School and the Scouts that had an old Nissan hut down by the canal, next to the rec. Friends were Richard Jenkins, Olivia ...see more
I lived near here, we are looking the other way to the other pic, Dorothy Mutton's Post Office is in the distance. On the right is the elm hedge and bank which bordered the (dry) gravel pit where we played. It was wonderful! A dump for surplus council materials from which we could build camps. The best were the Anderson shelter bits, 1,000's of them! We made long "ghost trains" standing the curved sheets on edge ...see more
Uncle Phil managed this branch of Hartwells garage after managing the one on the Bath Road next to the White Horse. Before that it had been the site of Rogers (?) watermill, the millpond stretching behind up towards Haymill school and the water passing beneath the railway to Cippenham brook. In the 50's my bro got into the mill via the brook under the railway! The mill wheel was saved (?) for a while it ...see more
This is beside the green where rival gangs of kids built and guarded their bonfires on Nov 5th, up on the corner is dads school (the museum has his report card) it was a pig farm when I was a kid! Next to it was the tin tabernacle and oppsite a bungalow where a chap had the key to the sluice to flood the rough part of the green for skating during the winter, in dad's time. Behind the photgraper was (Gt) Aunt Flo's house and behind that Gregory's plum orchard, great scrumping!
Two of my friends i(Bob and Tony) n our Manchester University Hall of Residence were both train buffs and motorcyclists so one early summer weekend in 1967 we rode our bikes on a Friday evening down the "East Lancs Road" to Liverpool where we caught an overnight ferry to Douglas. I remember very fondy a breakfast of Manx kippers and whisky on the boat! We docked at Douglas and looked around ...see more
I lived at Lucton in the late 1960s and remember buying sweets from the shop. I vaguely remember a young girl staying there who we played with in the meadow. The Buttons Sandra mentions are probably the BUFTONS.
Granddad helped to build Landreath Place, mum and her family moved into number 55, where both grandparents lived till they died. Also there was other family living in this street, my great grandfather John Renowden, my great Aunt Elsie Renowden, great Uncle Les great Aunty Gladys, great uncle Sid Bishop. all sadly passed away.Landreath today looks almost the same except the speed humps, miss the little sweet ...see more
It seems to be a wet summer this year but at long last a day when it wasn't actuially raining at breakfast time! We set off from our home in Tiverton to give granddaughter Anna a day at the seaside. The recent stormy weather and high tides have scoured away a tremendous amout of the sandy beach at Dawlish Warren but we still found a pleasant patch of shingle and sand to have our picnic. ...see more
I was christened at St Blazey Church, 24/12/1955, I was 2 months old, my mum is Patricia Nee Renowden, we were visiting my grandparents Hilda and Tom Renowden, after they had me christened, they filled the bottom of my pram with drink from the Cornish Arms next door to the Church,
I was born in 1948 and we moved to Irwell Vale (Bowker Street) in 1949. We moved again onto Hardsough Terrace when I was five years old. I lived and worked in Irwell Vale until 1972. The village had a Co-op, a Methodist Church and chip shop/grocer’s shop (owned by the McDowell family), which was on the corner of Bowker Street. The shops were used by the villagers, as in those days not many ...see more
When this photo was taken my grandfather Horace Smart was running this shop. I was living in the flat above the shop with my parents and brother Ralph. We enjoyed living here and having the whole of the valley to play in, in the winter when only the residents lived here when all the tourists had gone home.
This view is EXACTLY the spot where the dancers and musicians of Dartington Morris and their guests Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers performed in August 2008. It was a lovely warm August evening and a crowd of villagers and holidaymakers gathered for the dance performance at 8pm. I recall there is now a plaque on the front wall of the Inn inviting ...see more
This is the spot where the dancers and musicians of Dartington Morris and their guests Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers performed in August 2008. The view shows some villge women sitting on a low terrace where a crowd had gathered for the dance performance just recently! I recall there is now a plaque on the front wall of the Inn inviting people to try the village stocks ...see more
I was born in Hereford in 1952 to Roland S G Hodges and Doreen his wife. I have fond memories of Kings Caple and Fawley. My grandmother ran the village post office for nearly 40 years right up to decimalization. She ran her Post Office from an old wooden greenhouse in the garden at Bridge House, Fawley and used to trundle up and down the garden path from the house a good fifty feet away and unlock door to serve ...see more
I was born in Quarry Hill Flats, it brings back a lot of memories.
I lived in Upper Heyford from 1946 until 1965 when I was married in a double ceremony with my twin sister at St Mary's Church. I moved to Bicester. My sister who married an American from the base moved to the U.S.A. a year later. My family, Walton, lived at 18 High Street, the thatched cottages. Later we moved to 1 Rising Hill. The cottages were nicknamed Bunny Row as everyone kept ...see more
In 1948 or thereabouts my mother went into hospital and I came to Bourne and attended the Primary School. We had a rhyme: "please Miss Fenney can you spare a penny to buy Miss Vickers a new pair of nickers" Mss Dent was the Head, and every school day began with "Good morning Miss Dent, good morning teachers". A railway line ran outside the classroom and every time a train went by I wondered if my Dad ...see more
I saw this photo and recalled how little the view had changed from the 1920s into the 1960s and early 1970s. There was a place called Paddy's Heaven which was a few old cottages at the end of Commonwealth Rd, this is where my mum and dad lived when I was born, it was demolished sometime in the 1960s. Although I don't really recall the cottage myself I do remember playing on the spot after they were gone ...see more
My father, Gerald Blockley, originally from Derby, had just completed a degree in History from Unversity College, London and was appointed to teach at Bruce Grove School in Tottenham in 1939. He was evacuated with a lot of the children to Abbots Ripton in the autumn of 1939. He managed to find lodgings for all the children but none for himself, so the owner of the Manor House took pity on him ...see more
"All buses going to Pinner in the 1950's had the destination "Pinner Red Lion" as there was an old pub of that name on the corner of Love Lane and Bridge Street." That old pub was where my grandmother was raised. Both my great grandfather and great-great grandfather were licensees of the Red Lion.
My brother and I attended the Convent as boarders from 1958 to 1961 after the death of our mother. We were pretty traumatised on our first day there but were gently looked after by the wonderful Sister Edith. I later remember serving at her funeral. The discipline could be quite harsh at times and I do recall the infants being forced to eat there own vomit at breakfast. Not being allowed to go ...see more
My memory of Farnborough was of the hospital, a wonderful old pub and the local cricket ground. Our first child was born in Farnborough Hospital. While my wife was in the hospital I was playing cricket for St. Mary Cray C.C. against the local village team. At one point in the match I left to visit my wife. On arriving I asked how she was. Back then they only had two answers to that question. ...see more
The lad leaning on the wall was John Cook, whose father was a policeman in NP, the guy to the left in the dark suite is me and the lad sitting on the pillar (to the right) was David Ashworth son of Major Ashworth who lived in Silver Street.
My great-grandmother's family were farmers in Worth, and nearby Copthorne and Charlwood in the mid-nineteenth century. Great-grandma was Eliza Creasey and she married great-grandad George Allen in the chapel at Copthorne in 1870. I have not yet been able to visit Worth but the modern maps make it hard to believe there may once have been farms here! It is lovely to look at the old photos on ...see more
Fred took Allan fishing some time in the 1950's, when Allan was in his twenties. He had just married Norah (Nina) - (her mother used to call her No). Allan remembers wading out in Fred's waders and standing in The River Wye until the moon came up. Then Nina came and called him in. There was a shed, where they kept tea and a kettle, and when they went down, they would have tea. Alli always forgot time when he ...see more
When I was about 12 years old, with feet as thick as young, strong leather, my father, who was a pilot (Allan Dyson) and Nina (my mum, Nina actually) took us all from our home on a plot of land in Halfway House in the Transvaal (some distance from a town or city) to Glasbury on Wye. There, in the blacksmith's house, the farrier was beating iron. We stood to watch and then the farrier asked 'What's burning?'. We all ...see more
I was evacuated to Tintinhull during the war years, and remember getting off the train at Pen Mill Station with my gas mask case, and waiting for someone to look after us. I was lucky, there was a Mr and Mrs Lye took me to their home in Montacute Road facing what used to be an allotment where Mr Lye used to garden. I spent many years with them, a few little thing stick in my mind. Going to the glove factory to ...see more
We have just read Anthony McKays memories of Barningham Hall. After they left my husbands family, also McKays, how about that for coincidence, moved in also as driver to Sir Charles. My husband Terry was nine at the time and lived there until he was fifteen. His memories are exactley the same, and we have photographs of all the Mot Radcliffe family. We called in to see Lady Mott Ratcliffe about ten ...see more
As a kid this is where I cycled to from my home in Windy Ridge, Skaigh Lane, Belstone to save my pocket money - I knew I would never be a millionaire but I achieved my target of having a thousand pounds by my 18th birthday and I remember making the deposit at Belstone Post Office not long after my 17th birthday - I have very fond memories of Belstone as a child. Paul Starkey
I was a young trainee chef at the then posh Pattisons Restaurant, Corporation Street, after national service in the far east. Who remembers the Worcester Street restaurant with then Mrs Burgess, today's site the Rotunda. I cooked a lot of meals here then the Mikado Cafe at the top of Martinu Street, then the now closed Union Club in Colmore Row. I cooked for some very important people during my stay in this lovely building, now a building society.
As a Chichester High School girl who lived in Yapton, I used to change from the 65 bus at Barnham and catch the Chichester train in the morning, and vice versa in the afternoon. The 20-minute bus wait at Barnham around four pm was incredibly boring, so I used to sit on the seat outside the pub opposite the station. If it was raining, I'd wait inside the railway station ticket office. ...see more
I was born in Denbigh Infirmary in January 1944. My father, Emlyn, was in the army at the time, he was the son of Abel Jackson, a local decorator. My mother came from Huddersfield. They married Boxing Day 1942. My GGF was Daniel who came from Glasgow. He worked at Coppy Farm, Henllan Road. Daniel married twice, his second wife was the cook at the Hawk & Buckle and he helped serve beer to those who bet on the cock fights. The cock pit is now at the Folk Museum in Cardiff.
My great great grandfather was the Vicar or St. Peter and St. Paul. Please see http://www.robertsewell.ca/sewell.html#gen9 for further details. I suspect his remains were interred in the churchyard of St. Peter and St. Paul. Does anyone have any knowledge of this or perhaps a photo of a headstone?
When I was born, Basildon was not built. I was born in Pitsea, when it was all country side. Although my mum took me back to London after the war, I returned to Pitsea often to stay with my grandparents. It was the happiest time of my life, the freedom of walking across the fields and buying fresh eggs and getting the old noisy bus to Pitsea market on a Wednesday. We got the water from the well outside the back ...see more
I was lucky enough to pass the 11+ and attend the Ramsey Abbey Grammar School, What a picturesque place to be educated, although 11 year old children did not necessarily appreciate it. Going into the main building always seemed to make one stand up straighter and keep voices quieter (oh for such an atmosphere in modern schools!!). All teachers wore their black gowns and on speech days and other special days most wore their graduation gowns, often trimmed with fur.
My parents lived in one of the double houses in Grange Road from the early 1970s till the late 1980s, while my aunt lived in one of the singles in Rectory Lane from the 1960s until her death in the early 1990s. I was at the old primary school in the 1960s and we often had "gym" classes in the village hall, I remember the paintings were enormous to a small child. Jumble sales were always ...see more
Marrick eh!! Well I lived there 18 years. Had some good times. My dad was a farmer, John Metcalfe. We lived at Graham House. I got married in 1988 and left for the better life not!! I'd give anything to live in there again with my children. Have loads of memories, way too many to list. I do wonder who still lives there I'd know. Anyone wants to get in touch, email me sharonmetcalfe@hotmail.co.uk
Visited church and local area to see for myself where my ancesters lived over one hundred years ago. They were Robert Gibson and his son, also called Robert, both of them farmers. I first discovered Howgill and Sedbergh back in 2002 and was amazed by its beauty and peacefulness. This area has made a lasting impression on me that I shall never forget and I will always regard Howgill as my special place.
I have always been interested in trains, and Shillingstone Station gives me some great memories. I did not enjoy the best of health when I was young so spent a lot of my childhood down at the station, even on days when my asthma was bad, in the summer months when the line was busy I would take an old camp bed down and sleep in the signal box. When the last down train to Bournemouth had gone at 9.30 the ...see more
The Maritime Radio service of the Post Office had medium wave radio stations at Wick (Caithness) and Port Patrick (Dumfries & Galloway). As the Minches were a very busy area for fishermen from Fleetwood and Milford Haven, it was decided to put a medium wave station in between and the initial site chosen was the airfield at North Connel. The first station was situated in a caravan. The staff were ...see more
London born, married a Yorkshire Rose, bought a house, semi-detached, corner of Cargo Fleet Lane/Bournemouth Avenue. 2 children born there (so they could play for Yorkshire, so my wife Margaret says). Many happy memories of walks to Stewart Park, going to the Fountain pub on a Sunday for a pint, walking everwhere. My mother Peggy Pinchin (now deceased) lived around the corner at Woburn Grove. Left to emigrate to ...see more
I was born in at 72 Bowes Rd on 7th Jan 1940, after being bombed out we moved to 72 Bowes Rd and then to 62l Ulleswater Rd and then to 14 Eaton Park Road. My earliest memories start from when I was on the pot - not the smoking kind, that came later - and when I could not reach the door handles. My brother, who could, had great fun annoying me and then running out the door and shutting it knowing I couldn't follow. ...see more
My friend and I spent a very enjoyable holiday in Carbost this year - pity there are no old photos of the place. We stayed in the Old Inn, and later on in the Langal guesthouse, as the Old Inn was booked out. We visited the Talisker Distillery and learned how whisky is distilled, which was very interesting. We were able to enjoy the products of the distillery in the Old Inn, where ...see more
My childhood memories go to Ballyclare, Blackhead, Carrickfergus and last but not least, dear Whitehead. My late mother came from Whitehead, and as children, my sister and I often had wonderful holidays with relations, exploring the town and surroundings, especially walking to Blackhead up and around back to Whitehead..one time, many years later, my cousin who lived in Whitehead, said, will you take her for a walk, walk ...see more
We lived in Preston, Lancashire from 1944 to 1956 and often came here for the day on the bus. My mother preferred Lytham to Blackpool and we spent happy hours on the sands. This picture, taken before the 1st World War, is a view which my father would have seen when he came here as a child - I have a couple of photos of him on the sands with his mother and sister. I can't remember a ...see more
Between the years 1944 and 1956 my family and I lived in Preston, Lancashire and from there it was only a short ride on the train or bus to Blackpool, where we spent many happy days. This photo shows the sands and the wooden steps up to the promenade as I remember them. My mother preferred to go to Lytham, where it was quieter and more select, but there was far more to do at ...see more
One of my family used to own the Blacksmiths Arms many years ago, If anyone is at all interested please let me know and I will dig out who it was and when??
My great-grandfather Ted Allan used to be the tailor at the little shop right next to the grocery shop on this photo. We used to travel up to Cloughton every Bank Holiday from the Midlands in a car just like the one in the photo.... I wonder if this was our car??? I also have lots of memories of visiting my great-grandad Isaac Sanderson and his daughter Laura Lazenby on my father's side. I visit Cloughton and ...see more
This is a front view of the Elmhurst Hotel, which stood - or stands? - in Cabbell Road, where my family and I stayed for two weeks in August 1958. I wonder if the building is still a hotel? I took a similar photo, which is in my album for that year. I also have two group photos of all the folk who were staying in the hotel at the same time as my family and I.
My family and I stayed in the Elmhurst Hotel, Cromer for two weeks during August 1958. My brother and I made several coach excursions from Cromer - to Yarmouth, Lowestoft, Sandringham, King's Lynn and Ely. I went alone to Sheringham by train - the trains were still running then! - and found a most interesting book - which I still have - in a secondhand bookshop. I remember the beach there was most peculiar - ...see more
I was placed in an orphanage on 13th October 1943 together with my elder brother Brian. My father had died on the infamous Siam (Thailand) Railway as a forced labour navvy. He was a regular soldier and had already been rescued from the beaches of Dunkirk - May 1940. By early part of 1944 my younger brother Peter also joined us at Spurgeon's Orpanage a home for Mother or Fatherless Children - a home ...see more
Seeing this picture of the Spithead Hotel has taken me back to my childhood in Bembridge. I have very happy memories playing with my friend Carola who was the owner's daughter. We would play for hours in this hotel making up endless games, hiding in all the rooms and having great fun although sometimes it was a bit spooky out of season when we had the whole hotel to our selves. Happy days.
I used to live in the village of TYTHBY, spelled with a Y and not an I. I did not even know that there was another village close by with a similar name. But I have checked on the computer and there it is, not too far away in the general direction of Langar. But I do not think there ever was a village in that place during my time at Tythby, perhaps someone knows different. I remember the then vicar, Mr. Evans, ...see more
My father was a member of the Conservative Club pictured here, and I fondly remember going down to the club to have a bag of crisps and an orange juice while waiting for him to finish meetings inside. I used to sit in the hallway (you can see the entrance to it as the arch) and remember there was a beautiful grandfather clock on the first floor landing which I used to go and admire. I have now ...see more
WE were married in July 1966. As I was stationed at Middle Wallop, after our honeymoon in London we caught the train to Andover and stayed for 2 nights at the White Hart (is that the name? Opposite the old bus station near the canal and post office). We hired a flat on Weyhill Road and decided we must have a washing machine, so with great reluctance bought one on HP - sinful in those days) at a place opposite ...see more
My Huxley ancestors came to Clent from Ribbesford in 17C and married into the Waldron family who it seems had been there almost forever! Always interested to hear from any distant relatives.
You may like to check out the Ridware History society site - www.kmaone.com/rhs -which has much about the history and photographs of the Ridwares in Staffordshire
I spent so many happy summer holidays in Great Barton, and in particular Conyers Green where my Aunt Norah Lovelace lived in a cottage next to the old chapel building. I cycled often to the village store/post office, and to my friend's parent's farm up the lane at the side of the cottage, their name was Rolfe and we had many lovely Sunday lunches there, going to Sunday school afterward. There was no ...see more
This view is EXACTLY as I remember this lovely village where the scouts from Hatch End spent a two week summer camp in 1957. Although I no longer recall the name of the particular farm where we set up camp, I do remember our troop carrying out a good turn for the farmer. We were asked to demolish one of the ruined outbuildings and a month or so later we received an ...see more
I remember Sat morning club had a great time :-) Allan Stevens
Each August huge numbers of dancers and musicians head to Sidmouth for the annual folk festival - a week long event which celebrates our national heritage of music, dance and song. This year I was able to play my piano accordian at the festival for the first time for many years as our local morris side - the Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers from Combeinteignhead - ...see more
One summer evening in July I met my music and dancing friends on the promenade at Teignmouth to play my piano accordian for the Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers. It was a cool but dry evening with few holidaymakers about but as soon as the dancers began their entertainment it took only a few minutes for the promenaders to stop to watch and gradually form a crowd ...see more
My grandparents lived in the old rectory which was a few hundred yards from the Beckford Arms. I spent many happy holidays there with my cousins. We had wonderful Christmases, lots of snow and in the better weather long bike rides. Idyllic days. Shopping in Tisbury, and going to Wardour Castle, also my grandfather liked to go to Scats.