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Although I no longer live in Northumberland, I still have a soft spot for North Broomhill. I was born in School Row in 1943. From there we moved to Coronation Terrace in 1947 which was a complex of rudimentary row of two terraces of corrugated dwelling places at the foot of the pit heap. The street was a dirt thoroughfare and from each house was a brick footpath which lead to the toilet (netty) and the ...see more
We came here in Easter 1983 to 1986 with the school, I loved every minute of it. I am hoping to come back soon for a trip down memory lane, can't wait. 06.08.09 Dave Waite, Hall Road Junior High School, Hull
I went to Hurn Court School from 1977 to 1982. I have fond memories of wandering the beautiful grounds to get away from the madding crowds.
I was born in 101 Edinburgh Street in 1943, my parents were Norman and Ellen Harris, i was christened in St Georges Everton, i have fond memorys of Netherfield Road my My Uncle Alec Harris ran the Protestant Reformers in China Street which moved Location to Rose Vale, the people are the salt of the earth.
Though I still live in Holyhead and have travelled to many places in the world, I still find the Newry Beach area of Holyhead holds a special place in my heart, from when I was a child and used to look out of my classroom window waiting for the bell to ring so I could get down to the Mckenzie pier on summer days or play in the little paddling pool or sunken gardens. I sometimes go jogging along the cinder path ...see more
There were three picture places in the valley that I used, Pontycymer Hall, Top Hall Bleangarw, and the Silver Cinema. Good times.
A view deep inside the Plantations.
Always stayed at Wavecrest with mum and dad plus the Green family each year. Good old Mrs Mills. Always had a trip to Lee Bay on "Bills" boat. Great Memories. Is Sue Green (my age) still around?
Partington and Carrington are two villages in the northwest of England near the town of Manchester. For more information and photos go to our webpage at WWW.PARTINGTONPEOPLE.CO.UK (All lower case)
We moved to Buckingham Road in Edgware from Islington, I thought then that it was the country, I went to Edgware junior school in High Street, I think it's been knocked down now, then I went to St Thomas in Canons Park and from there to St James in Burnt Oak. We moved back to Ireland and I lost touch with all my friends that I had made in Edgware. I think about that place and them days quite a ...see more
Just a short note to say that I also remember Zosia Starzecka... I worked with her in the bank in Pwllheli in the early 1970s and have not seen her since then. Maybe I'll call to see her in Criccieth soon?
Had a great three years there and made many friends some of which I still keep in contact with some 28 years later.
I lived in Blandy Terrace and went to the Ffaldua Boys' School and then the grammar school. I was the telegram boy at the Post Office for six months, it was great. I wonder if two girls I went to the infants school with are still about - Janet Prosser and Anne Powell. I live in Northants now but my heart is in the Garw. D.J.
The photo was taken from the railway bridge and the new dual carriageway was only a year or two old. Round to the right opposite Deepdene Garage was Fairfield Drive and what a lovely area it was to be growing up in. We lived at no 4, the Parsons at no 6 and the Skiltons at no 8 or 10, the Barrows were no 8 or 10, but it was many years ago. The road was full of baby boomers. The Cooke twins lived at no 26 ...see more
'The Market' - this was what we used to call the small hotel on the corner of High Street and Tunnel Road. It was the most wonderful time, hippies were in every night, there was a disco and psychadelic light show once a week upstairs. I drove a red Morgan and had a Dutch au-pair girl on my arm, all this and I was 21 years old, a most exciting time. Thank you Reigate.
From 1972- 1975 I lived in North Devon, and on the 20th Feb 1974 there was an outing from the White Hart. I remember the date as it was my 27th birthday and a coachload of us were going to Exeter bowling. The landlord of the White Hart was Jack, his wife I think was Eileen and they had a lovely daughter called Jacqui. Soon after I went to work at the Narracott Grand, Woolacombe and it was the best job I ever had. Phil Ross, Mae Chan, Thailand.
In 1971 I was a lad of 15 and had made friends with some people living behind the Hilden Manor. The owner wanted needed help to dig out a large pond in his back garden, so I volunteered with his two sons to hand dig this pond in the hot summer sunshine. We had not got very far when we hit concrete! We could not understand why concrete would be in a back garden of a relatively newly built house? It turned out to ...see more
My grandma's unmarried brother and sisters lived in Knott End. Me and my many cousins - all post-war boom babies - would spend many days there in summer. The biggest buzz of all was when the 'Wyresdale' was operating. How I loved that boat! With its double deck and hissing steam pipes (doomed to meet with a tragic end ..) it was to all of us just like another comment said -'Better than any cruise liner'. A ...see more
I grew up in Hove in the 1950s in Connaught Terrace, a small, seemingly insignificant road of terraced houses just around the corner from this church. The structure behind the church spire in this photo is a gas holder. The streets where I and my friends played are directly behind it. My mother used to take my baby sister and I to this churchyard in the afternoons and would sit in the sun whilst I played amongst the ...see more
The photograph of the High Street with the Black Horse Inn Sign in the foreground reminded me that one of my ancestors, Sims Briggs, was the landlord of the inn according to the 1881 Census. Some of the other members are interned in the churchyard including my 2x Great Grandmother Susannah Briggs, wife of John who also died in Ludford but I have no knowledge of his resting place. I recently visited the village and was impressed by the way the churchyard is kept.
My earliest memories of the old Hove Town Hall are of a massively impressive red brick building opposite which was a 'Gamleys' toy shop to which I'd be taken by my mother whenever we had enough money! There used to be professional wrestling bouts held there (the Town Hall, not the toy shop!) and I can recall being taken to see them on occasions by my father as a treat for a birthday or something similar. All of ...see more
Me and my late twin brother started at this school in 1953, the school was mixed. We were the first ones to be there, it was a brand new school. Fred Beech was the headmaster, he was a grand man and would always listen to you. Mr Phipps was PE teacher, Mr Williams wood work, Miss Hunt music, Mr Bolton art, Mr Simpson RE. THIS WAS A SMASHING SCHOOL, the pupils were all a credit to the teachers. We ...see more
I lived in Little Weighton many years ago. My grandparents lived in Little Weighton. They were called Albert and Nellie Wright, who had a paper round for a business, and my other gran named Millie Shirtcliffe. They lived up New Village Road where my brother Chris lives now. I was christened at Rowley Church and my grandparents are buried there. I have some lovely memories of Little Weighton and ...see more
I remember the baker's van coming down to Church Street in the summer, we could choose a cake, the baker would open the back of the little van and pull out the drawers, out would come a thousand wasps. No one ran for cover and the cakes were lovely. I remember that I had to wear an apron over my dress everyday to keep my dress clean.
My mother's maiden name was Jarrett, her father was Fred Jarrett who along with his brother Jim ran a small building company. I lived in Ermington from 1957-1974 and was related, or so it seemed, to almost everyone within a 5 mile radius. There was a Daniels, Peter, I think who ran the First and Last. It was where I had my first half of mild at 15 years of age! I was very close to my grandfather (Fred) ...see more
This year I visited Tyneham. I was absolutely overwhelmed at the beauty and charisma of the village. I could have stayed there soaking in the history, and surrounding countryside. I took many photos throughout the village, and then to the bay... what a treat, such a secluded place of scenic beauty. I was told you will see a two-hundred-year-old village, without additions. The military are ...see more
I used to play here as a youngster, and catch sticklebacks.
My Grandfather, D J R Wilson had lived in Dacre Banks since just after the end of the war meaning that as a child would often have to visit. As a teenager I never appreciated just how beautiful the place is, or how lucky I was to have somewhere like this to visit. Sadly I would imagine that I will only ever visit Dacre once more and then I'll never pass through again. I hope the scenery and the people stay the ...see more
I, too, holidayed with Mum and Dad in Rhosneigr and I used to spend many a happy hour at the riding school there with my friend, Frieda. Afterwards, we'd go the the little cafe, The Dolphin, (now a pub) and feel very grand when we ordered cokes with lemon and ice!! Rhosneigr now seems to be 'on the up', with its new apartments and bistros, but I hope that those holidaying here now will think back to 2009 with similar happy memories!
I remember Eric Morris and the shop me and my late brother Wendel bought sweets at. Eric must remember his roller skates, first skates I ever saw, and he learned to skate very well. I thought so anyway. Happy days.
I first came to Dartmouth in 1966 as a member of the Vancouver Boys Band. We were a 39 piece military style marching/concert band. All of us in the band fell in love with Dartmouth. We were hired to play for the Carnival in June and the Regatta in August. I returned with the band in 1968 and 1970. On one of the trips, a Mr Dwyer gave Arthur Delamont, the conductor of the band, a history book on Dartmouth and he passed ...see more
My family and I used to live at Forest Hall. My grandfather John, Malone, was General Manager for the Co-op, in Cramlington, Forest Hall, Blyth, Seaton Delaval, and Westmoor. I have memories of going with him on a Saturday morning sometimes to Cramlington Co-op. Then we would go to visit an aunt and uncle, at High Pit, and have a cup of tea and a peice of cake. I remember at my aunt's house at High Pit, their ...see more
I have just found this site and was amazed at the photo of the Welfare Hall circa 1960. My dad, Henry Dilkes, and his great friend Sid Robinson were the mainstays of the pantos in the early 1960s, with Henry mainly being the comic/Dame with Sid being the straight man, but with a fab singing voice. I have a few photos of the casts if anyone wants to see them. Does anyone also remember them? Emily ...see more
My first visit to Ryton was when my mother took me and my sister to Ryton Willows during the war years. The train from Gateshead station stopped at the Willows and I recall next to the station was a place for eating your own meals which had to be brought. I can't recall any facilities for tea or meals service. The only facility for kids was a shuggy boat on the willows right next to the river Tyne. I think we went ...see more
My first memories of school were of Miss Barwood the First Year teacher. She lived in Oulton, driving to school in a china blue Morris Minor. The school was heated by coke fires in each class which a monitor would stoke up during the winter. We would often throw coke at each other after classes. Unfortunately one day the Morris was chipped and dented by a lump of coke... Howard G. did not turn up for ...see more
I was born at home in a house within a housing estate called East Park, I think it was No 39, in Old Harlow and then we moved to No 38 Chippingfield, Old Harlow. My elder brother went to Mark Hall School and my other brother and I went to Forbert and Barnard Infants and Junior School. I remember a small park area just a distance from our house that had a small play park where we would meet up with lots of other ...see more
The Castle used to be the home of the borough council, but was demolished some time during the 1960s and a new civic centre, which is an eyesore, was built on the land opposite. It was an absolute travesty that this lovely building was destroyed.
I lived at Netheravon from 1968 - 1972 (my father was in the RAF based at Old Sarum) and went to school at St Michaels Figheldean. I remember we used to go swimming in the mill pool by the weir. I remember nearly drowning there, showing off in deep water under the big tree (still there) near the weir. I was saved by a girl called Sharon Parsons and probably never thanked her and certainly never told my mum when I ...see more
This picture has particularly fond memories as on the immediate right is Darks the Jewellers' shop, where I started my first job as an apprentice. The window immediately above the sun blind is the watch repairer's workshop. Two doors away is Timothy Whites, a name long gone from our High Streets.
I remember well going to the swimming baths once a week during the summer for swimming lessons. We used to walk from Pilton School to Rock Park, or those of us with bikes were allowed to cycle and wait at the park for the others. I cannot imagine that being allowed today. By the time we gained access to the pool it was about 9.30 a.m. and it would be like a mill pond, but being so early it had not had ...see more
I have lived in Shillingstone since 1977. By default I seem to have become the village archivist. In March I was given 14 brass plaques, still in named envelopes, which were meant to be presented to individual soldiers returning to Shillingstone after the Second World War. They were produced by the Parish Council Welcome Home Committee, under the chairmanship of Bill Bailey. Research ...see more
My wife Margaret and myself started a bakery and shop in part of what had been 'The Manchester House'. We had a small gas oven, a 10 qt mixer and a pie blocker and that was about it! One Easter we made 500 hot cross buns in that small domestic oven and sold them very quickly. There was so much steam coming from the oven that the wallpaper in the room upstairs fell off the wall! In about 1970 we partnered with my ...see more
How great was the Great North Road when it squeezed through these ancient gates until the early 1970s? Traffic built up on both sides waiting to get through. For a child this was the spot that marked where our holidays began, as it would only be another 15 miles or so to the cottage on the coast. It felt as if we were driving through a tunnel, like stepping through the cupboard in the Narnia Books ...
We moved to Bradwell around this time and lived in a bungalow called the Poplars. From the main road there was a long lane which was lined with poplars, hence the name! I wonder if anyone remembers it as I am unable to find any details on the internet. Thanks, Sue Bryant.
Visiting the Grace Darling Musuem, then her grave in the churchyard opposite, was an annual event while on holiday on the Northumberland coast. Peering through the bars around the tomb I was often reminded of how my grandmother had pulled herself up, slipped and put a metal spike through the base of her chin. As I could never spot a scar between the wrinkles I doubted the veracity of this tale. It was however ...see more
A favourite family story is how my father took charge of us children for the morning and brought us to Seahouses from our cottage in Beadnell. On this occasion, age 5 or so, while walking/running along this very harbour wall. on those wooden sleepers by the edge of the harbour, I fell off landing on the deck of one of these boats. There were a number of such incidences ...see more
I used to go to Keswick quite a lot as a child, to visit my great-uncle, David Dickson. He was born in North-Shields, but lived in Keswick for a good number of years, from about 1928-1967until he died. He used to paint pictures in water colour, I think he must have painted all the lakes in the Lake District. His paintings were so good that some of them ended up in Keswick Art Gallery. This would have been ...see more
As a child we owned Rose Cottage and would visit often. Our neighbour was a fisherman, these were fishermen's cottages. Once, as a boy, I was taken to meet the catch as it came in, possibly as early as 5.00 am. Crabs, lobsters, herring, mackerel, cod ... The stench of the harbour mud, the frotting waves against the harbour wall, fishing for minnows and sometime diving from the pier, rock-pooling along ...see more
I am young enough to remember Gosforth as a thriving High Street and as a boy buying models from Boydells and my first singles from Woolworths, getting the 45 back and forth with my older brother to go to school too - we were 7 and 8. Witnessing the carnage as traffic volumes and lack of parking killed off many of the shops which became building societies, estate agents and shops full of ...see more
My grandparents Mr & Mrs Edward Turner used to live here and run this pub. I had my 5th birthday here so that would make it July 1958, a couple of years before the photo. I'm not sure when they moved in or out.
I lived my first 17 years, from 1932, in Horden at the Trust Hotel and remember Lumleys store. I was an altar server at St Mary's around the early 1940s and the vicar at the time was the Reverend Walton. My sister Marion and brother-in-law Aubrey Wrathall were married there. Although I have been away for 60 years I still like to visit occasionally, but I live in the south of England now so the visits ...see more
Hi, I'm Mel and I'm looking for information on my 4 x grandparents and family. According to church records James Faulkes (Forkes as it was then written) was born in Scoulton in 1819 and his father's name was Jonathan so I'm looking for information about them. For some reason the name was changed.
Hi, I'm Mel and I am loooking for information on my family the Faulkes. My dad was born in Scottow Row, my grandad and nanny were Rose and Alfred and my great grandparents were William, known as Old Billy, and his wife was Elizabeth Kidd from Cotishall. My grandad planted a holly tree when my dad was born in 1938 and I went back a few weeks ago and it is still there! If anybody has any information, also for my grandad's siblings Reggie, William and Edith, it would be great. Thanks.
Hi, my name is Mel and my grandad was the landlord of the Maid's Head in Sloley in 1955, his name was Alfred Faulkes. If anyone has pictures of him (my father is Alfred and Rose's son Brian) it would be great to hear, as I am doing my family tree. Thanks
My dad and mum owned the Threeways Cafe in Bures for a while in the late 1950s, they where Eddie and Margaret Morris. If anyone remembers them I would like to see their memories. Mary
I remember St Marys when Mr Naylor if im right was the headmaster when i left to go to Longsands in 1962. At easter and Christmas we use to go to St Marys church opposite for services. There was some prefab classrooms at the back and you still had ink and milk monitors, i cannot remember the name of the teachers so if any one can please add them to this memory. Many thanks David Matzk age 56.
I remember the line and playing fields, very well. Another of my haunts was Mike's field, Aberaman. My girlfriend and I spent many happy hours in these two places. We used to walk to Aberdare along the line and come out at the base of the Graig mountain. Also in Mike's field was the open air baths, where we spent a lot of our time in summer. I was born in the Oaklands Lodge at Cardiff Road - unfortunately not in existence any more. Good old days.
An ancester of mine, Edith Rebecca Henson, lived in Worlaby in the late 1800s/early 1900s in Low Road or Top Road, Worlaby. She lived with the Rusling family as a niece. She married Richard Frank Henson in 1905. They shared the same surname but were they related - maybe cousins? Richard came from Scawby. I would like to hear from anyone who knows of this family as I am doing family history on the Henson family but I can't find out anything about Edith after 1905.
Both my parents were nurses at Claybury during the 1950s. My dad worked days and my mum worked nights. I can remember her telling me that when she did 'the rounds' during the night she used to ride her bike through the dark corridors crunching over cockroaches! Dad was umpire for the Clabury cricket team and my brother and I spent many a warm sunny Sunday playing in the grounds of the hospital while Mum ...see more
I loved Ty Newydd from first stepping inside it. At the time of visiting in May 1971 we were able to rent the house, we had the whole of the grouhd flooor and the back of the second floor, what was our lounge is now the library, the front of the downstairs had the big front door and either side was the rooms used as the bedrooms. We went along the corridoor which led to a couple of stairs up to our bathroom on ...see more
I remember bike rides first with my dad and then with my brothers Glyn and Paul and cousins David and Neil to Raby Mere. The lake was so calm and peacfull and we hired the lovely clinker built skiffs for a row. My dad taught us to row there without 'catching crabs'! I remember the penny machines well and ice cream from the garage shop. The mere seems so small now compared to our Lake Taupo in New ...see more
I attended the primary school in Staylittle and was one of the last children there when it closed down, I think in the end there were only 7 or 8 of us. I came from the village of Llwyn y gog which at the time was the Forestry Commission village. I have found memories of Mrs Jones our teacher, I also remember Mr Roberts the headmaster with his red wild hair! We used to stand in a line by the piano ...see more
Lorna, I saw your message and realised that you must have stayed in my Nain's cottage at Bryn Awelon. I was ther yesterday speaking to my Aunt who is trying to work out who you are. I remember Sosia too - she has recently returned to live in Criccieth as she has lost her husband. This is what my Aunt has heard I havn't made any more enquries yet. She believes she is living in her mothers house near ...see more
If my memory is correct it was the winter of 1940/41 when I was a teenager, working for a long distance transport company from the midlands. We had left Carlisle on our way south via Shap Fell when we were caught in a blizzard and the roads were impassable. Our lorries had to be left on Shap and somehow we got back to Carlisle and I think for about two whole weeks or so we were marooned there. Fortunately we found ...see more
I have just read the above comments and would like to hear from any Goldthorpers. Contact me on: wryhipuk@yahoo.co.uk
I lived in what was then Kildare Close when my dad was stationed there from 1972 to 1975 and I was lucky enough to be one of the founder members of the school orchestra, which was funded, if I remember correctly, by collecting waste paper and milk bottle tops. I was one of the cello players and I remember the Head, Kenneth A Woodward, with his boundless enthusiasm for music waving, his baton ...see more
I was born and lived in Forest Hall, 1952-1968. I have very happy memories of living in Forest Hall,as a child. I was born and lived in my grandparents' house, in Firtree Avenue, until I was 2 years old, then I lived in Granville Drive, until I moved down south with my parents in 1968. I went to Delaval Road Primary School, and my friends and I used to buy our sweets on the way to school at Stowbies, ...see more
I remember Beech Hill very well as I lived over Glayshers Hill from 1958 when I was 2 years old - we couldn't get up the hill in the winters back then and my dad would spend ages trying to get to work. We spent our childhood playing over Arford Common and the big old house at the top of the hill that eventually became Kays Crescent. Mr Radford from the village used to deliver vegetables to ...see more
Macfisheries was my very first job when leaving school, in 1967. It was on Camberley High Street. The Manager at that time was a Mr Sandy. I have happy memories of working there, and all the lovely people I worked with at the time, there was - Gerry on the fish counter, and Mrs Hasky, and David Wright, John Brown, and Hazel Biggs on the deli counter, and John Hill, and Elizabeth Armstrong, on the butchery, Mrs Webb, ...see more
The picture is exactly how I remember the school. The headmaster was Mr Lee, we use to call him Jimpy. Then there was Mrs Waller, who we were all scared of, she was really strict. Mr Wiltshire was a favourite, he used to arrive at school on his little motor bike. Also Mrs Watkins and Miss Hussey, they looked after the tiny children. I loved my time at The Holme School.
I know from my grandmother who has since died that the Fogg family originated from Pontlottyn but the problem I have is there are very few people who remember the mine that apparently my great grandfather worked in. If there is anyone reading this that could help me with the Fogg name in that area then it would be most appreciated.
Memories of Norbury and Thornton Heath are still vivid for me as I revisited the area a couple of years ago and many of the places I recall are still standing. Sadly, many are not. The Rex cinema was a favourite haunt and nearby was 'The Grandison School of Dancing' where I learned ballet for several years. Both now gone. Does anyone remember going to Mrs Nicholson's nursery school in St ...see more
Hi, I used to attend Rosary Priory Junior School and then the Seniors until I left at 16. My single name was Mary Empson and I would like to know how any of the pupils are now that were in my year ie. Lesley Burrell, Heather Russell, Lucy Jennings, Karen Probrate, Janet Francis. If anyone feeels like emailing me I would love to hear how they are.
I first visited Downderry fifty years ago on my honeymoon. My husband's (Bill Polwin Baxter) father William Henry Polwin had been coastguard there towards the end of the 19th century - my mother-in-law was born at the coastguard house in St Mawes. It was a beautiful day and we swam in the sea at the bottom of the garden. I am a Shetlander used to colder waters and found it very surprising that the sand ...see more
Hi, I'm Kenny Melvin, nickname by the school 'nimble Nat'. I was in there from 1962 until 1967 in the house called Horsley. I remember my first day I got there, one lad would look after you for a few weeks till you got settled in, he told me if I came across the headmaster, then called a Mr Bowles, look him in the eye and open your mouth when talking to him. I was unlucky to meet him on the ...see more
I was stationed at Chilwell barracks near Nottingham in 1953. There was a very tall lad in my barracks by the name of Hill. he came from Bristol a place I have never been to. He was a long distance runner in civvy street. We haven't met since I was demobbed in September 1953. I know he was very friendly with a lad from Kent while doing his service and we had many conversations during out time ...see more
I never lived in Southampton or have I ever been there However I was friendly with a lad who hailed from Shirley. His name is Don Davies if my memory serves me right. We were stationed at an Ordnance Field Park in Deepcut in Surrey during the year 1952. The unit went to Bournemouth in September and several of us were posted to other units of the RAOC. I went to Chilwell barracks near Nottingham and I ...see more
My first school around 1969, 5 years old. I still remember there being railway sleepers in the play ground, and we each had a hook to hang coats and PE bags on, mine was a rabbit. Lucky for me my nan lived very close so I used to go there for dinner and didn't have to eat school dinners. A good friend Andrew Gent started school with me, we were in the same class all through infant and junior school and also went to Hartplain senior together, I have not seen or heard of him since can anyone help?
My father owned 28 Gaston Road, Mitcham,Surrey. His mother and father lived at the house after the end of the Second World War. Their names were Christopher Harold Manley and his wife Annie. I guess they died sometime in the 1940s. At their passing my aunt Sally Manley stayed living at the house until her passing in the 1960s. I gather she was employed by the Post Office. Does anyone know of these people ? Please contact me at jon_manley@bigpond.com
Our family, living in India at the time, decided to travel to England for the Queens Coronation in 1953. We stayed in Wedmore for two months, in what was known as The Elmset Hall Hotel. It was a fun time for a small boy, me. I went to a school in Wedmore run by an elderly lady, whose name I have now forgotten. She told my mother I would never amount to anything. I made Captain in a major airline just to prove her wrong.