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I was born in Little Marlow in 1947 and lived three doors away from the village shop, run by Miss Littlewood. I would go there and weigh the sultanas, currants etc., and put them into little blue bags. My Mum (Phyllis Wright) waited at table when Queen Elizabeth 2nd came to visit Lord and Lady Ronaldshay at the manor house, and can also remember that when England won the World Cup in 1966 the coach with ...see more
Rising; stiff; cold; yawn; stretch; coffee; aroma; warmth; well-being; window; half-light; clothes; camera; motor car; dreary car park; utterly still; silent; intensely lonely; hesitant walk; height gained; mountain peaks on fire; dark water; vast, gloomy bay; soft sand; sudden burst of light; flood of warmth; feeling of exhilaration; awe; respect; love of nature; humility; transcendence from care; sense of ...see more
My name was Donna Bishop when I lived with my parents, Sgt Frank Bishop and Jeanette. We were stationed at Sulthorpe air force base, but we rented a house from Mr. and Mrs. Sainty. Our house was supposed to be haunted. I remember Susan and Alison Sainty, they were our next door neighbors and friends. My sister Brenda and I attended a school nearby and we took the bus. My 1st class ...see more
I lived in Bonawe from 1947-1956. My dad worked in Bonawe Quarries. We left in 1956 to live in Glasgow. I have lived in Yorkshire for over 30 years now but I love to go back to Bonawe. My last visit was 2007, it has changed but I still have my memories. I think the chap who ran the ferry was called "deucher". I am sorry if I have got that wrong. I remember the village store putting a working train set in ...see more
My memory of this church is that my Gt.Grandfather was singing in the quire at the time of the publication of the picture of the interior of Halsall. Additionally he was (I have been told by my grandmother)employed as head gardener to the rector the Revd.Canon TBH Blundell and I am very pleased to say that there is a brass tablet to the memory of my Gt.Grandfather on the Sth.wall of the chancel.
After researching my mother's family for four years I found that our ancestors came from Kilkhampton and decided to pay a visit. I couldn't find anything relating to the family so, on a whim, I decided to explore Stratton and found this beautiful church. To my surprise, the moment I walked through the gate, a whole bank of "MAYNARD" headstones stood before me and I was able to complete the little book I had ...see more
This is Lower Castle Road and the second cottage which is a slightly darker colour belonged to my parents-in-law, Edward and Nancy Honeyman-Brown. They originally lived in Essex but had taken their holidays in Porthscatho for many years taking hours and hours travelling through the night with their two young sons. On one such visit when the boys had grown up they saw this cottage for sale, it needed complete ...see more
My mother Rose Rye was born at 24 Harnage Rd Brentford in 1908. She married my father Arthur Collins, from Strand on the Green, in the 1930s. They lived there all their married life until the houses were needed for development in the 1960s. My brother and I were born in the same house, Alan in 1944 and myself Ann in 1947. I have great memories from my childhood, mostly from school days and ...see more
I remember going to Hogsthorpe to see some family member. They had the butchers shop. My grandad was Euclid Stephenson. Born1875. Lived on the High Street, he worked as a postman,and was a member of the post office choir, who went to "the Holyland" singing.There is a carving on a house with the Stephenson name on it. Euclid married Lucy Cutts. They moved to Nottingham but returned in 1934. I would love to know if anyone knows of them. Ann Stephenson
I have lived in The Ridgway for the last 42 years and many of these "Windebank" houses will shortly be celebrating their 100th Birthday. Has anybody any old photographs or matters relating this area from c1908 onwards?
Thanks to everyone who bought my recent book about St Budeaux.I am currently compiling a new book called, 'Memories of St Budeaux' which will include other people's memories and photos of St Budeaux.
l was born in the flat above the chemist shop in 1947. Arthur Walker was the pharmacist. We moved over the road to Cross Keys House in 1950 and lived there till 1965. The street was my playground, with best friend Marion Warwick and Nigel Hutchinson, the Philipson brothers from next door to Charlton's shop ,and all my cousins, Nixons. The cattle wagon bringing the beasts to the butcher shop for ...see more
Hey, it was the beginning of my learning on the journey of life, my gorgeous mum Rosie took me to Pontygof Infants in 1950, I remember looking over the wall as she walked away crying, I will never forget that, my dear mum. 7, Colliers Row boy born and bred. I remember Joe Richards, headmaster in Pontygof Primary, mixed feeling about him, he was a genius with the cane but hey it hurt at ...see more
I remember doing my nurse training in this hospital 1967-70, it was a beautiful old building, now I believe it is a supermarket, oh dear!!! I wonder is there anyone out there who did training at the same hospital,I am so surprised to see no one has left a memory of Bangor.
Running parallel at the back of this church [St James] runs High street, where I was born as generations of my family were. The two pot banks on the right represent a fraction of the "Belcher's" that existed in Longton in the 30s/4os, they dominated everyone who lived amongst them with their endless stream of black smoke belching six days a week and covering all the buildings with soot and dirt. Night time brought ...see more
I spent most of my earliest summer holidays in the Fifties and Sixties at Rhosneigr and have idyllic memories of whole days spent with family or with friends of my age in the sand-dunes; campfires, charred sausages, shrimping in the rockpools and ice cream from the Marigold, pocket money to be spent at the Bon Marche or Madge Britton's shop opposite the clock. It was a case of history repeating itself, ...see more
I moved to Spencer Avenue, Hayes, when I was 5 and the war had just finished. My earliest recollections were of starting school at Yeading Lane and walking there through thick snow. Luckily we had school dinners so mum only had to make the journey twice a day. Down our street were what must have been young families as I recall lots of friends all the same age as me, amongst them Rita Stamford, ...see more
My first school was St Michaels and All Angels in Whalley New Road. We all had to have our gas masks over our shoulders and hang them up on our own little peg. I can remember we all had school dinners, I don't think we paid, we had no money. Also all the very young children had a sleep for a couple of hours in canvas beds so we had to creep around. My father Harold buck and his friend Edmund kept ...see more
My name is Howard Johnson. I lived in Thompsons Lane. I went to Old School 1945-53. Mr Cleary was my first headmaster, replaced by Mrs Jones. Teachers were Mr Mogeridge, Miss Pitt, Miss Abbot. I was in the football team with Trevor Kilner, W Wildsmith, Peter Knight, Dave Rocket, John Clark (all I can remember). I worked as a boy on Carpenters Farm (now renamed I think). Mr Player was the farmer. ...see more
I was on ths caravan site from 1964 to 1978, my parents Billy and Audrey Bilclough had site number 45. There was me and me sister (Suzanne). What a place to have your childhood, is there anyone out there who was there at the same time? I have been back but the clubhouse isn't as good as it looked when our parents were in and we were looking in from outside the big bay window ... So where's all the old gang at? ...see more
I remember these fields before any building was done in this part of the village. The fields were owned by Mr Fred Bradley and Mr Harry Watts. I can remember going with Mr Watts to see if any cows had calved in the night. At the top of the field there was a large pond that in spring would be full of frog spawn. Mr Bradley would keep his cows in these fields at night to be close for morning milking, but ...see more
Oh those memories of our jazz band, they were the best days of my life. I lived for a Saturday. My mam would pack our picnic and we'd be off in our orange and blue bus, Ronnie and Ann Marks sorting us all out with our American tan tights. I'seen places I never would have if it weren't for the band. Tuesday and Thurs band practice, it took us kids off the streets, it was my life ! Maxine Phillips
This photo brings back all sorts of memories! The house nearest the camara was the home of Mr Cottle the village harness maker, the double doors next to it led to the butchers yard, in those days they used to kill the animals behind the shop. The butcher was Mr Turner. He was followed by Mr Dyer whose son had the shop till it closed down in 2001? Beyond the pub and not in the photo lived farmer Mr Francis who ...see more
Hambledon Hill played a great part in the first 15 years of my life as it did for most children of the village. My very first memory is the huge bonfire built on top of the hill to mark the end of WW2, both my Father (Guy Moon) and George Diffy from the Post Office found some fireworks, this was the first time I had seen fireworks. While at the village school we used to be taken on nature walks on the hill ...see more
I went to what we used to call the school on the hill. I lived in Knott End and sometimes when we were rich we'd go to school on the bus, but if not it was your two feet that got you there, anyway my memory relates to the roundhouse, it was a toffee shop when we were kids, things you could get for a penny and when you had tuppence, well I guess you were rich, anyway when I had bus money for coming home after school and ...see more
I remember the old market place, where the Arndale centre now stands and the bakers near the old swimming baths - 6pence to go in !!.. Bread pudding 1p a peice after the swimming...lovely memories and no photos of this lovely part of Wandsworth ?? Does anyone have any??
I used to live across the main road from the tunnel, on Cleveland Street, next to the Seamans Mission. That road looked hundreds of yards wide, and I used to sit near the entrance on a wall, watching the cars going into and coming out of the tunnel. A long walk up to Hamilton Square, then through the bus depot into the ferry. At that time, the world was huge, but relatively quiet compared to nowadays. I last visited back about 2003, and it all looks minute in comparison.
From Dormans I would walk along the High Street past the wood yard where to my great delight my father agreed to buy me a movie projector for 8 shillings, past the co-op where I had been chased away a few time for taking their oranges and forgetting to pay. The year would have been 1936. I was 7. My neighbour would put on shows at the Guild - a hall above the co-op - and I was given the task of ...see more
When I was 18 in 1955 my Mum booked us a Chalet at Winkups Camp, Towyn. There was Mum, stepfather, myself and 3 sisters aged 5yrs, 3yrs and3 months. Off we went from Huddersfield in Yorkshire in our little Austin 7 (I think), I can remember the excitement now. I think my Mum paid £5 for the week, anyway on arrival we all piled out of the car and Mum went to register in, the lady came and looked at us in dismay and ...see more
My father was a Drummer Boy in Edinburgh Castle when he was 14 in 1915. He threw the sergeant's false teeth out of the window by mistake, he thought it was just a cup of water. But next day when the sergeant picked up the cup and said where's my ---------- teeth , he knew. He did not own up. A mystery never solved.
I remember what a facinating old house Duffryn House was. As a teenage girl I remember having lessons in very ornate rooms decorated with wooden panelling and beautiful ceilings. The fireplaces were typical of those you would find in grand manor houses and castles. The grounds were vast and kept in very good order. I remember the science teacher telling us ghost stories in the ...see more
As a child living in Chidd during the war we had freedom to roam anywhere we wished, ie Sidenhurst lakes (where I caught my first carp), the brooks where we fished for tiddlers which we cooked over a camp fire, climbed trees and made camps. Girls and boys played and swam together down the Lagg's in water so muddy it was like treacle but we were never ill or caught any disease, there was no H&S rules ...see more
I was born at 19 London Road, Tanyard Cottages near Holy Trinity Church. My grandadparents lived in Station Road near the village hall. My great aunts owned Hope Cottage Farm, Station Road. Many times when I was a kid I would stay on the farm and helped in the shop, milking the cows, bottling the milk which then would be delivered by the family. Also helped at Christmas time plucking turkeys and ...see more
Does anyone recall the Mascot Hotel which used to be it, near Baker Street Station? It was owned by relations of my wife for a time, I believe it is no more but do any photos exist of it from the 1960s and 1970s? When was it demolished and was it always called the Mascot? IT MAY HAVE BEEN IN YORK STREET BUT THIS IS NOT CONFIRMED
I remember a stunning girlfriend, Rosemary Smith, whose family farmed at Coalburn. We met while both working and studying in Manchester and I remember our visit to her mother's farm at Coalburn in 1968. THere were fields of sheep, rain, sheep, trees, rain, lovely farmstead, rain, coal fire, rain, her old A40 Countryman estate car, rain etc! A lovely place and a lovely girl. When we met I had no idea ...see more
I remember as a child in the early to mid 1960's taking many family holidays here in these wonderful bungalows. We spent many a day when it was raining playing Dominoes or Ludo as a family. My elder brother used to catch eels in the dyke that ran alongside of this place. I was very squeamish when he returned with them, thankfully they were never served up for tea. I have happy memories of going on ...see more
My grandfather was born at Horncliffe Lodge, Tottington Higher End on Nov 15 1882. His name was Arthur Owens. His mother was Mary Platt whose family I believe were a prominent family in the village. His father was Richard Owens. Arthur, a cabinet maker, left England around 1910 and settled in Australia.
My grandparents lived in Wilkieston, my grandfather was a blinded Serviceman. They enjoyed a happy life in the village. I spent every weekend and summer holiday there and it remains in my heart. From the milkman to the Post Office, the church to Maggie Morgan's eggs, I do cherish those memories.
My family, Perry, moved to Bedfont from Hayes in 1953. Mum and dad had been saving up for a place of our own for years and on that momentous day we moved in to Orchard Avenue, Bedfont into a brand new house where I had my own bedroom for the first time. I spent months digging and laying out our front and back gardens with my father and all the neighbours soon became firm friends. As I was 12 I was soon enrolled ...see more
The Fairy Loup was always my favourite walk as a child. In fact that picture would have been taken around the time my brother John and I along with our “Auntie Betty” and our sister Gillian in the pram used to go on our walks. Our Auntie Betty was not our real Aunt she was a Nanny who lived in Edinburgh and when she had time to herself she came to visit our parents. Not much ...see more
I have some wonderful memories of nights out in Consett in the sixties. There was a pub called the Masons Arms run by Kevin and Ina Kearney and the barmaid Jenny, I think. It served the most beautiful beer in the world or so we thought, Tuckers ales. On a weekend it would be filled with all sorts of characters, Army Sam, Wilf Patta, Vince Blacky, Willy Dicken, Phil Terry, all supping those big creamy pints, ...see more
My husband and I have many fond memories of Wooburn Green. We bought our first home, Millstream House, on Glory Mill Lane, right opposite the Wiggins Teape paper mill. Our first child, Clare, was also born in Buckinghamshire at Burnham Beeches. We only stayed 2 years but got to know our neighbour, Lucy, really well. She used to tell us all about her working days at the mill. I enjoyed exploring the area ...see more
My first visit was with my parents. From memory, they had booked to stay somewhere, but for some reason we were directed to stay with a Mr & Mrs Salter who owned a farmhouse near the church. We were made very welcome. Around 1949, I decided to cycle to Somerset from Dagenham Essex at the age of 16 against my parents wishes, I was only earning £2.10.0 (£2.50 today) each week. I had ...see more
I was born at 455 Northolt Road during the 2nd World War where I lived with mum, grandad, granma and young uncle. My father was killed in Normandy Landings on June 6 1944 and was called Arthur Blerkom. My mum was Lil Blerkom and worked in munitions factory and later as usherette at the Odeon in South Harrow. After the war we had to move to Hayes as the house was only rented to us for the ...see more
My great grandfather, Henry Waight bought this pub when he retired from the Royal Navy. He ran it until he died in 1927. Two of his sons, Sid and Frank helped out behind the bar. He also owned three shops opposite. I'd love to see any older photos of it.
I moved into King Edward Road one hot summers day, covered in red spots. I had to be placed on a makeshift bed in the shade of a tree in the front garden while the rest of the family moved in. Little has changed, but the road seems half the width now due to all the cars parked on both sides of the road. In 1957, hardly anyone had cars. Now, each house could have 2.
I remember staying in the Black Bull, run by my grandad, grandad Lack. In the back garden was a huge willow tree and in one of the outhouses all the metal tops from the beer bottles were discarded. I used to sit in the tap room and look though the net curtains smelling strongly of cigarette smoke at the main road. He gave me fizzy cherryade. Auntie Peggy and Uncle George lived with grandad and ...see more
I have very fond memories of holidays spent with my Aunt Susan Parkinson and my cousins Jane and David Boggia and their daughters Mel and Bev. I helped out in the store one holiday and had my first romance with a lad from the village. We were always made very welcome. My dad used to live and work on Uncle Ben's farm and it was from there he joined the army. Dad's name was Bill Byatt. I remember playing with ...see more
These were Elmwood Cottages in the Worminghall Road. I was born in the far end house, and lived my first 25 years in the 8th semi along. My Mum and Dad would have had our house since new. It seems odd to think that we were probably at home when this was taken. They were demolished in 1984 to make way for brand new houses. The lovely Elm trees that used to stand in front of the houses ...see more
The white building on the right used to be the cinema, or as we knew it the 'Picture House'. My late grandfather George Alfred Williams, known as 'Alf' or 'Little Alf' was the projectionist there for many years - he didn't have far to go, he lived about 50 yards further down the road! My mum was born on Castle Street and still lives in the village. The actual view hasn't changed that dramatically, but the shop is no longer there and the cinema is now used by a mechanical engineering firm.
My memory having title "Lost Friendship In Time" was published on 25.01.08 that describes my friendship with Ms Elizabeth Noton who used to reside at 13, West End, Baslow, Bakewell, Darbyshire, England in 1967. We were in touch with till 1973 but our contact snapped due to many obvious reasons. I'm now 61 yrs old and probably she will be 55 yrs old lady. This is our real friendship and memory is still in ...see more
As a young American lad I was posted on RAF Station Wethersfield, Essex in the late 50's. I met a young lass through a English aquaintance. This young lady was from Bradwell on Sea. She was a young beautiful lady who lived with her parents who had a very large farm nearby. I stayed at her parents who were quite well to do. On different occasions I would stay for a couple of days and was treated in a ...see more
This picture was taken from the corner of the Co-operative shop and features the Cherry Tree public house before it was turned into Waitrose. In about 1965, my friend’s mother remarried and my family was invited to the reception in the restaurant there. The single storey building nearest the Cherry Tree was a shop called Munts, which was a kind of Aladdin’s cave with bicycles and prams being ...see more
The little 'hut' on the corner to me was always known as 'Mannings'. I think Mr Manning lived at the top of the stray. I had a paper round there for a while, early mornings going as far as Crosslee factory. I then used to go home and walk to school. I used to walk down Sutherland Road, up the snicket and down Knowle Top. Sometimes I would go down the main road to Hipperholme and ...see more
Having left London to live in WGC in 1957, our family often went back to visit relatives so that was one of our most regular excursions. In the fifties and sixties we did not have a car and nor did many of our neighbours. We relied on the green double-decker 324 bus service to get us to the station. As it was a circular service, we could cross the road and go one way or wait at the bus stop on our ...see more
I would like to ask whether anyone might be able to help me piece together a mystery. Five weeks ago, whilst walking through the local Derby countryside, my wife and I discovered a briefcase dumped in a brook. There were various items, including photographs, maps, documents etc, scattered all around. Curious, I collected as much as I could and took it home to dry out and investigate further. The contents ...see more
I would like to ask whether anyone might be able to help me piece together a mystery. Five weeks ago, whilst walking through the local Derby countryside, my wife and I discovered a briefcase dumped in a brook. There were various items, including photographs, maps, documents etc, scattered all around. Curious, I collected as much as I could and took it home to dry out and investigate further. The contents ...see more
My Great, great Grandfather--Thomas Garnham was married in this lovely church three days before the battle of Trafalgar in Oct---1805. He was described as a 'Sailmaker' at this time aged 24 years. He had connections to the 'Red-Cow' where is wife's parents lived and later was the landlord of the'Cross-Keys' which was eventually pulled down and replaced by what is now 'The New-England Hotel. I have searched for years for his place of birth with negative results. He died in 1841.
My uncle Maurice Redman built his own boathouse where he lived which was at Fenn Creek and he taught sailing. I remember going down there when I was a kid. He was a member of the village hall and designed the sports pavilion. Does anyone remember him? He sadly died in 1973 of a heart attack. He lived there all his adult life and was a well known character. I was sad to see his house was bulldozed to make way for the new developments. I would be interested to hear from anyone who knew him. Vic
Clearly not my memories! My ancestors, Frederick and Charlotte CHAMPION and their nine children lived at Hilgay, Keymer Road, Keymer which I read is now a Nursing Home. Frederick Shepherd CHAMPION was a Solicitor. He is my first cousin four times removed. Are there any decendants of Frederick CHAMPION still in Keymer? Any Champions at all? Please, are there any photos of Hilgay? Does anyone have any knowledge of this family or the Solicitor's Practice he worked for? Many thanks.
I lived three miles from Little Waltham from 1956 till I moved out about 1965. I lived in a cottage near Domsey Lane and we had no buses, only to the village, so when we went out to Chelmsford we had to catch the last bus to the village and then we had a three mile walk in the dark to get home and it was scary as there were no lights. When I moved out, my mother moved down to the village to live. My memories ...see more
Having been born and reared in Aberaman, I spent many hours in the playing fields, even before it was named King George's field. Locally it is known as the hayfield, and even now is a source of pleasure for football and dog walkers. Sadly though, often the childrens playing area has been vandalised and it is no longer safe to 'camp' there overnight, as we once did, with a bottle of water and jam sandwiches! In the ...see more
Spending all day at the pool/beach when I was a kid. Would go in the sea, run along to the pool, jump in the shallow end ( cos you were getting a bit cold by this time ) and bliss, it was like being in a sauna. mmmmm Hurrying home to get a quick bite to eat then back down to pool, pulling soaking wet costume back on again. Yeuch!!! Also remember having midnight bathing/galas, team games, i.e. diving for tins of fruit. Those were the days................ great times.
I grew up in Bagby, moving there around 1988 and it holds some of the fondest memories for me. I lived in the village for 15 years before moving out of the area but I always make a point of driving through whenever I visit family close by. The village seems to have grown enormously, new houses near to The Greyhound which I believe has been renamed now and my old house bears little resemblance to its former grand incarnation. ...see more
my grandparents lived at 77 Old Hill, third house just behind tree, Mr and Mrs Thomas. I lived there till they built the Wimpy estate on fields behind my mum and dad, then got a council house. I loved living on the old hill, the family next door I am still friends with. That big tree in front of the houses used to have a tree swing, all the kids used to have a swing on it. A lot of children lived in the other houses you can see and nearly all still live in Bolsover.
My Mother Joan Simmonds was chosen to be Miss Ovaltine. She was dressed in a costume which is very similar to the famous one which adorns the front of the Ovaltine, and was used on the front of the tins for a while. She was put into a horse drawn cart in this costume, but I am not sure what the occasion was. Her two sisters, Freda and Frances also worked at the Ovaltine. Does anyone have any memories of this please?
My name is Hilda Mary Fenn nee Hurman. I was born at Yarford in 1924. My father was William Thomas Hurman, my mother Caroline Elizabeth nee Tucker. They are buried in the village churchyard. My two sisters and I were all married in the village church in 1952 and had receptions in the village hall. As children we attended the village school - Mr Hawkins was the ...see more
I used to live in a house at the top of Grange Hill in a road called Monks Way. At the top of our garden, just opposite Tottey's garage, there was the remains of a round sandstone tower. We were told that the area used to be a monastry or abbey, hence the name "Monks way". The monks were apparently persecuted and the tower was a watch tower to warn of any trouble. It was claimed that there was an underground ...see more
The car in this photograph is a Wolseley 10 HP car and a similar car can be currently seen on our website. The car on the website was part of a collection owned by the Lucey family in Ireland that was sold in 2007. http://www.wolseleyworld.com/index.php
The car in the photograph is a Wolseley. I am the Secretary of the Wolseley Register and recognise the car. The interesting thing is that a similar car exists in Hertfordshire and that also has the wicker tubular basket on the rear of the car.
My Grandmother, Edith Joyce Gummery, who was born in Tibberton near Worcestor was a volunteer nurse during WWI and I have an entire autograph album of hers where wounded soldiers who were housed at Battenhall Lodge signed her book.
Can anyone remember the horse-drawn ice-cream cart, the guy had as I remember a green cart, a white coat and a whistle. His ice-cream was really good proper stuff, then soft ice-cream came along and that was it, he must have just packed up. It's the old story, you don't know what you've got till its gone. Some names have come to mind, Mrs Hosey, Larnicks, Mrs Bond, Mr Woodhall, Susan Harker, John Hall, I think his ...see more
I was about 5 or 6 and my dad was a school groundsman visiting schools in the Reading area cutting the grass and generaly keeping the grounds tidy. He would sometimes take me with him on a Saturday or during the holidays, always by bus no car in those days. I remember going with him to the school at the end of this road towards the trees on the left of the photo. The school caretaker took delight in lifting me up to ...see more
From Chris Johnson, This photograph is of Woolwich Common near General Gordon's House looking towards the Royal Military Accademy on the road towards Eltham. These houses are not there anymore and the 1960's Woolwich Common Estate now stands there and the blue plaque that was on General Gordon's house is now in the Heritage Centre in the old Arsenal.
I can remember during the 50's and 60's every weekend during the summer coaches lined up all the way from Gasworks Bridge right up to the pier.
When we were at Shoebury on holiday Mum and Dad always took me on the pier. We went out by train and usually walked back providing the weather was good. I can still remember the platforms either end and the green trains with the seats with backs that could be moved. The red mine at the end of the pier and then the lifeboat station on the left. We would also go to Margate from there as well. Either by the Royal Daffodil or Royal Sovereign.
I remember Rochford Market Square for the market days held there when I was a child, if my memory serves me correctly it was held every Thursday. I used to love going to see the animals in their pens, calves and pigs mainly, the bigger beasts were auctioned in the afternoons. There was a place for smaller animals in the stables in Back Lane, which I used to love too. Opposite the market square was a tearoom called ...see more
I remember coming to live at Barclay House in the September with my sister Rachel and my Mum and Dad. We moved from Sutton Coldfield because Dad no longer wanted to work as a garage mechanic for someone else, and he wanted to own his own garage. Mum was not at all keen as she was leaving her friends behind, but as a dutiful wife, she agreed to the move and we settled into village life, albeit in part ...see more
My Grandma lived in Quatford soon after my dad had been born, in a house that is no longer there because the new A road was built where it used to be. Her name was Edith Mildred (Millie) Ganderton, Nee Stealey.
My Dad was Charles Cheyne, the village chemist in Frimley Green - famous for his cough medicine - the report in the local Camberley News when he died in 1963 reported "It was dark brown in colour and had no name. Word spread far and wide about Mr Cheyne's cough cure, and soon people were sending for his medicine by post from as far away as Gibraltar and Holland." My Mum was Joan Jarman - the local ...see more