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My grandfather lived in John Street and kept lots of chickens. As everything was rationed during my childhood we were very lucky to have eggs from him. I remember calling in with my dad to collect eggs and to see a wire mesh area besides the fire in the kitchen which was fenced off and lots of little baby yellow chickens running around. My mother was never happy at seeing this done as she was a little fanatical about housework, but us kids thought it great fun.
I remember lots of lovely summer days during the school holidays which were spent at the open air swimming baths. We would travel down on the bus from Caerau, taking a cut lunch, and spend so many happy hours there. We had lots of fun jumping from all the diving boards and meeting up with school friends, both boys and girls. My husband lived in Temple Street and he and his mates would also spend many hours ...see more
We moved to Wanstead in 1968 but I still remember going in to the toy shop and my mum and dad buying me a matchbox mini car toy with a black roof, red front, yellow doors with spots on and diamonds for its lights. I also remember going in to the big Co-op store which would have been one of these shops in the picture. It was cold in there, lots of freezers and it makes me think of Ski yoghurts, because Nana ...see more
I was born in Brick House, London Road, in 1930. My father was Arthur Herbert Holmes, an architect and surveyor. He planned many shops and other buildings around Essex. My older brother Anthony James Holmes is buried in St Michaels Churchyard. He died as a baby. I left here in 1933 but I have happy memories of giving chickens a ride in my pedal car up and down the road. There was a small nursery on the north ...see more
Most of the photos here are from 1955. I was a five year old boy living in Greatham in 1955 with my dad, who was the local 'Bobby', my mam and my younger brother. We lived at 3 Egerton Terrace which was a terraced house with an outside loo and we had a bath in a tub in the kitchen. Cerebos Salt was down the road. I remember friends at that time were Johnny Tully and Gerald Harper. I started school at the local ...see more
I was born here in Newton Green and lived in the house just visible on the left - the last one. It was called Cotswold. The village shop was run by Mark Wilson and that could be him in the photograph, tinkering with the car - he did anything for anybody and was a much loved character until he died unexpectedly. Opposite the shop was the village green which was also the 9 hole golf course where we grew ...see more
The Park was taken over once a year by a large travelling fun fair (Traylens) with traditional rides and amusements (a helter-skelter tower) and mechanical rides (Dive Bomber, The Whip and Dodgems) and the usual catch-penny side shows and a small travelling .22 rifle range (5 shots a shilling). I was intrigued by bigger kids who could whistle with the cartridge cases. There was also a ...see more
This Main Street is the A4 Bath Road approaching Everret's Corner from Taplow direction toward Slough. Slough was the (Road) Safety Town.
Hi, I am Adam. I moved to Nazeing in 1977, aged 3 years old, with my mum and dad. We moved down from Harlow, to be nearer my grandparents. I went to Nazeing Primary School and so did my younger sister Joanne, born 1979. She also went to Nazeing Primary School. Then I went to Cardinal Bourne in Broxbourne 3 years later. Joanne went to Mark Hall in Harlow. I spent a lot of time around the rivers and lakes and took up ...see more
I grew up on Church Lane. I had an auntie and uncle living on each side. We had a well for about 10 cottages. I know that the Lane has a different name now. My sisters and I used to play at the big white house at the top of the hill and in the churchyard. We went to the school in the Guild Hall until my sisters had to take a bus to Framlingham. I have some lovely memories of my childhood there. I remember when Queen ...see more
I remember Chattins. They had a machine powered by AIR to take the money to the office and then return the change and receipts to the customer, it went up the wall and across the ceiling and then disappeared into the back and then appeared again. They used to have a Club where an employee came round the customers' houses to collect the money, I think the lady was named Betty. The owners were Mr Tom, Mr ...see more
On 15 May 1982 my husband Graham and I got married in the church on the tor. We had about thirty guests who all had to climb up the tor, and only one lady did not manage it. There had not been a wedding in the church for some months before this. Afterwards we all went to the Dartmoor Inn for lunch, then walked up to Widgery Cross. It was a wonderul day and we go back on most anniversaries to climb the tor and see the church again.
I think it was 1972, when I was hitchhiking north to Scotland and stranded in Alnwick late in the evening. I sat with my girlfrend at the well on a kind of marketplace thinking 'bout a place to sleep. Later a nice guy with a dog came around and talked with us. He fortunately invited us to stay at his home for the night. His home was above the birdcage club and his name is Peter McDermott. Regards Andreas Hille Those days living at Hamburg Germany
I remember when I was transferred from the children's hospital in Birmingham to Bryn Bras Castle at the age of about 9 yrs - I was in the hospital for about a week before being driven by a Health Visitor dressed in a navy blue uniform and hat (I think the car was a Morris Minor). I had a soft-top small navy case which I kept for years afterwards. We arrived at this German-looking castle with turrets and a ...see more
I had to leave this school due to my father's death and missed it terribly. ALL my closest friends were now too far away to see. Because it was a boarding school, it was like being taken away from my family. My most enjoyable young years were had here.
I well remember all the dances at the Library on a Saturday night. It was a great time to meet up with friends, and the bands were great. Time to get all dressed up and kick up your heels till midnight. No worry about walking home at that time. I lived in Coegnant Road and a number of us would stroll home completly safe. Shame those days are gone. I have lived in New Zealand since 1966 but have great memories of ...see more
I grew up living in Moreton Gardens, my maiden name was Nicholls. I have 2 sisters Pat and Laura. My dear mum used to take us to church every Sunday morning, and I used to sing in the choir. I have some great memories of the jumble sales we had in the church hall, I would rummage through all the stuff to see if there was anything I could have. It's been a long time since I have been back ...see more
Both my father and mother are buried at Whitney Churchyard. Father in 1969, Mother in 1999.
My father-in-law, Frederick Walter Francis, was projectionist at the Hopkinstown New Cinema (or New Theatre). It is well known that the first 'talkie' film (with sound) was The Jazz Singer, but before it made its debut in London, the film and equipment were tried out in small locations throughout the country. Mr Francis related that one of those locations was Hopkinstown, and that he had the honour to be among the first to see (and hear!) the new entertainment medium in England.
I used to wash cars in the big car park on the right of the photograph, and charged 5 shillings a car. Mind you, the worst day there was when some clown of a driver went and drove over my bike, and that was that.
Is the pool still there? I bet it isn't ... I'd like a pound note (sorry, Coin!) for the Ttmes I went here swimming and generally fooling around. I also learned to dive from the top board too, and my faves were the bombs (jumping in and curling up a certain way to make a bloody great SPLASH) - and also getting banned many times for doing it! Barrie Brooks
I remember going down to the River Stort with my brother Steve and mates like Tommy Hughes to fish and swim - wow, when I saw this photo it was like it was yesterday. I wish I could go back to happier times... Barrie Brooks
I have pics of me and my family camping in a bell tent at Allhallows. We then bought a caravan which I thought was fabulous, there wa my mum and dad, us kids, Dot, Carol, Charlie and me, Jenny, and a baby sister cam along in 1961. Our surname was Fox. We all used to go out in the mud and there was a big white thing like a horse's water trough to wash our feet in. We would always go down the arcade and ...see more
My dad used to live in the end cottage up until the early 1950s (the one next to the car). Both my grandparents lived there until about 1965. The cottage was very small, with no running water and an old earth closet toilet. The water had to be collected in pails from standpipes every day. These were dotted around the village next to the older cottages that did not have any internal running water, ...see more
My family history reveals that the name of Piddock was once known in Knowlton and the family name linked with the Church. Piddocks were also to be found at Nortbourne in the 1500s - do such facts have interest for anyone?
When I was small my mother used to help out in the farm run by Mr Coleson, which was behind the photographer. His son Tommy still lives there I think. I remember collecting eggs and Mr Coleson drinking milk that was still warm from the cows he had. The house at the bottom is now called the Old Queen's Head after its original use as a pub. I remember part of it being used for the doctors surgery, the doctor being either a Mr Probyn or a Dr Crill.
These are the cottages where my first "love" lived her name was Barbara and I had a school boy crush on this lovely young lady in my early teens. I also fell off my bike just round the corner of this bridge and grazed my knee!
This picture was taken from the now demolished Circular and then quite unique Car park overlooking the Lake in front of Lord Alexander House on the right hand side of picture . This office was built in 1959/60 and the first high profile tenants of the First floor of the building were Esso Petroleum Company Ltd and it was one of their 16 UK Branch offices -- South Midland Branch. They gave up the ...see more
Living in Bearwood (posh end of Smethwick) I pushed my bike then Lambreta Scooter up and down the Hagley Road between 1956-62 as I served out my engineering apprenticeship at Bellis & Morcom, Ledsam Street, Edgbaston. Good days, went on to join the Merchant Navy 1961-66 as a sea going engineer sailing round and see the world ... changed my life for ever. Edgbaston was just as the picture shows in 1949 ...see more
I left Walsall at the age of fifteen, at the time of the date of this picture. I loved the trolley buses and watching the trolley conductor change the rails. I remember the Bridge well, as shown in this picture. It was my task on a Saturday to collect and return my younger nephew every Saturday morning from my older sister, taking him home to Mom for the day so my sister could work in one of the shops on the Bridge. On ...see more
I lived in Trallong at this time. I was 7 years old. I lived in a cottage next to the school and the church on top of the steep curving hill which led down to the vicarage. The vicar was Mr Lewis and his daughter Carol and I were good friends. One day my brother and I borrowed a pram chassis from my mother, ostensibly to fetch wood but in actual fact for our trolley. We rode it down the hill from our house and ...see more
My father was born in South Petherton. I think his father's name was Charlie Potts, they lived in Compton Road as far as I can remember. I used to love visiting Somerset as my uncle and aunties had farms where I could help (or hinder) my uncles on my summer holidays. One was called Ron and Doris Rowswell who had Hill Farm in Shepton and John and Marjorie Hebditch down at New Cross Farm at West Lambrook. Does anybody have any memories of my father or uncles?
My memories of Acton Bridge go back to the mid 1950s and early 1960s. The picture of boats at Acton Bridge Cruising Club takes me back to my teenage days. We had a boat called 'Scampi' which was a 32-foot ex-Norwegian lifeboat. It was our family boat. It was kept initially on the Mersey at Wallasey Dock, then my dad decided to join the then very newly formed Acton Bridge Cruising Club. And so we ...see more
In 1950 the paths and green at Monton Green had been newly laid out as it exists today. The paths were red gravel and if you so much as scuffed your boots in the gravel there was a 'park keeper' to reprimand you. I had my photo taken at this time, just by the bush on the left, and in the background my father was sat on one of the benches. At the foot of Monton Green Station steps on the Monton side was a small ...see more
My mother lived for a time in an old railway carriage close to the post office store - it later became used by a tailor for his business. MY grandad Charles Webster in the 60's helped to forge and erect the old swings and seesaw which stood on the rise just beside the edge of Orchard Valley prefab housing towards the post office end. Close by was the old Rifle Hall where my grandparents ran the weekly Bingo. ...see more
Ref: the smithy to the left of the thatched cottages. I was evacuated at the age of 11, birthday the day before, to Miss Scott's cottage (which was sited opposite the smithy). On my first day in Barton (1/9/39) I was given a bedroom in the attic that had a small window where I used to watch the smith at work. It was my favourite place to sketch. I enjoyed my life in the village, the kids accepted us, and we roamed ...see more
My paternal grandfather was born in West Hougham in 1864. His name was Harry Brigham Barton. His father was a wheelwright and lived it West Hougham. His name was Thomas Skinner Barton.
I was a member of Ystrad Hall also - I don't remember you Billy Crawford, what year was you there? Llangollen was a great place, I believe there was a lot of child molesting going on that's why you don't hear much about this strange place - It turned out to be a cash cow for the likes of Dick and the Rat ...
I was brought up in Ecclefechan and my mother has lived there all her life. I started Hoddom Primary School in 1970. I can't remember who my P1 teacher was - it may have been Mrs Dodds. I do remember having Mrs McEwan in P2, Mrs Davidson in P3, Mrs McBride in P4, Mrs Redpath in P5 and Mr Rutherford in P6 & P7. I loved the Primary school and just missed going to the new building when it was completed in ...see more
I was born in Ystrad Mynach in 1931. I remember: the soccer field, watching Dai the goalie, the abattoir, Blackriver, cinema, arcade, Bottom Ystrad, the junior school, pre-war days. We were adventurous, often playing up on the rocks and in the pine plantation. My grandparents lived in Hill Street nd Bryn Mynach. Sadly we left Ystrad in 1939 to live 4 miles away at Pengam, but still walked there every Sunday to see ...see more
My dad was in the army, and we spent most of our time in Germany and at Longmoor Camp. Dad started in the RE Regiment, then later was moved to the RCT Regiment. My father was involved with the closer of the camp. Both my parents loved the area, and settled in Petersfield.
We used to go to Hull to visit relatives. My mam and dad had friends who used to have a shop on the front in Hessle. I went to Little Switzerland as it was called. One year we went there and a man had a barbeque, he put chickens on it, I think he kept them. I spent happy days watching the boats go by too. My mam's friend's names was Harry Marshall, they had 2 boys named Rowland and Malcolm after my brothers. We lived in south Wales.
The policeman in this photograph, much to my amazement, is me! I joined the Worcestershire Constabulary in 1961 and worked at Redditch from 1961 to 1965, when I then went to be a 'village bobby' at Oldswinford in Stourbridge. We had no radios or much transport in those days and most eight-hour shifts would be spent walking the streets. To see if we were wanted we either passed the end of Church Street and looked ...see more
I was an evacuee in Middlestown in WWII, from East London. The first time was with my Mother and we were billeted in a small cottage which backed on to a barn belonging to a farm run by Mr and Mrs Cowan. We were there for approximately a year and my memories of that first year are rather blurred. We came back to London for a short time where our house was destroyed by a land mine and I was returned to Middlestown once ...see more
Like Ron Hardie I also went to Pyrford Elementary in the late 1950s before my parents moved to Canada. I still go back to my old childhood home whenever I'm in England. I still remember Mrs Dean the headmistress, the classroom in the village hall just to the left of the main entrance and the covered playing areas in the two playgrounds. Pyrford has grown drastically but Teggs Lane is still there as is ...see more
Visited the place my grandmother was bought up in, Vine Cottage - now Meadow Cottage - next to The Nuttery. My grandmother was Fanny Alice Spencer, her father was Joseph. She met my grandfather, James Hudson McKellow, who was a New Zealand soldier in the First World War in London where she was working as housekeeper to Prince Bibisco (Bibesco). They married in 1918 and moved to Christchurch, NZ. They ...see more
Favorite spot for fishing as a young boy was under the arches. We paddled out, risking cutting our feet on broken glass, which happened the odd time. Caught my biggest roach ever...but it got away! True story.
Sad day when the old mill was pulled down. When I was growing up the schools used to have class visits to the mill to explain how it all worked, imagine that.
My happiest memories of our street is of me and my sisters playing with our friends. We played all sorts of games ... skipping ropes ... peever ... tig ... film stars ... swaping scraps ... We were never bored, in fact we enjoyed ourselves so much that we hated when night time came and we were called in to go to bed. We never had much money, but we were always happy.
All the days playing footie on the halfie at the bottom of Richardson Road. Spending endless summer evenings on the grass at fairs, cameras with my mates Gary M, Degsy, Paul Foster, Bogga etc. I recently bought a book called 'Liverpool and The Wirral - A Miscallany', in it was mentioned Rocky's Night Club and the fact it is supposedly haunted, well I used to work there and can honestly say it definitely is.
As a small child, in 1962 I visited Neilston with my mother and sister from Canada. Her name was Annie Lindsay and was the parents of Margaret Roberston Lindsay and Anthony Lindsay of Neilston. My mother was expecting my younger sister and due to the pregancy had to remain in Scotland until the birth of the baby. I remember playing and seeing a big hill out front of there home. They lived on 5 Manse Road, Neilston, ...see more
I lived opposite Thomas the Dairy and sometimes I helped to deliver the milk driving the milk float pulled by a superb Welsh cob named Rob, well known and loved by all the local children and winner of many rosettes at horse shows, including the Bedwellty Show. I also remember the American soldiers arriving and being invited to play baseball with them in the "show". I often wonder how many of them survived the war and returned to the USA.
This is the parish church of my ancestor, William Ennever, who was baptised here on July 28, 1793. William was a carman and moved to London in 1816 where he married Elizabeth Wade in 1839. William's brother Joseph was involved in a forgery gang from Birmingham and was captured in 1807 whilst trying to pass off forged £1 notes at a shop in Bath. He was tried and executed at Ilchester on April 22 ...see more
To the right of the Jaguar car was a farm yard set behind a large brown wooden gate. As a child I recall seeing an old man dressed in black coat and hat riding very slowly on a black bike driving his black cattle through the street to the 'green' in front of the castle. They moved very slowly there and back each day leaving a tell tail trail behind them along Castle Street and up Church Street to the farm. A sight never to be seen again. The old farm yard is now an up-market restaurant.
In 1954 I was nine. I was born in New Malden in 1945, and went to school there. My family name is Arbuckle, and the New Malden police station had my great-grandfathers in their uniforms in pics on the wall, and I was on the film when they laid the stone foundations of the church on the corner of Westbury Road, because I remember seeing the film in New Malden library. My family have been in New Malden a long time. ...see more
Miss Funge was my great aunt. I stayed with her and her friend Miss Nellie Payne, as a child, in summer holidays. She lived in School House, Cousley Wood. She taught in the school for 50 years, starting at the age of 16. She also played the organ at the Cousley Wood Church from when she was 18. I spent a lot of time at the farm next door, run by Mr Hobbs, where I learnt to milk a cow! Very many happy days ...see more
I went to the County Primary School from 1956 until 1962, the teachers were Mrs Bracken and Mr Gore, Mrs Gutterage was the cook and later my mother. The lady who lived directly behind the school kept lots of chickens, and they all wore little blue spectacles to stop them pecking each other. The Post Office/shop was run by a Mrs Brereton and later this moved to the house next to the school and was ...see more
Hi, My name was Christine Pakenham, and my mother took me over to Lannelli Wales by boat to meet my grandparents in 1958. My mom was a war bride, from 31 New Dock road. Her mom was Mary Jane Williams (nee Jones) and her dad was Ernest Williams. She married my dad, a Canadian serviceman, in July of 1945. My grandparents are no longer around but my cousins and one aunt are there still. My mom is 87 years ...see more
I lived a mile or so east of Rush Green, in Barton Avenue but my mum would send me with a note to get the shopping for the family. She would sometimes give me eight half crowns or 1, a lot of money then. I would cycle down, first to Brown's the butchers, the first shop after the houses. Mr Brown who had huge butchers fingers would serve me liver, H-bone or chops and he would write how much I owed on a marble ...see more
As a child my father frequently told me that his father was buried next to John Peel in Caldbeck graveyard. I now live in Australia, but in 1997 I visited Caldbeck hoping to see my grandfather's grave. Unfortunately it was not in Caldbeck graveyard. A kind lady from the church shop helped me by showing me a complete map of all the graves in the churchyard. There was not a grave with the name James Rice on it. I ...see more
My paternal line goes back to (definitely) Joseph Wood b. 1751 at Cowick near Snaith but there have been Wood's in Cowick back to the 16th century. Joseph married Hannah Mapplebeck of Heck at Snaith in 1782.
The old Grand Theatre at Byker, Newcastle upon Tyne was one of well over 65 theatres and cinemas in the city in the heyday of entertainment. Kenneth More in repertory, Winifred Atwell playing her first date in England, Bobby Thompson and the Merry Magpies, The Tattler Girls, many many Pantomimes, Revues and Variety Shows, Musical Comedy, the list could go on for ever of those who ...see more
My paternal Robinson relatives (married Moore) are buried in the churchyard at Great Shelford from 1839 and at one time lived in Woollard's Lane. In 1849 they moved into Cambridge when William Joseph Robinson marrried Jane Rayment Mansfield Barrett. One branch remained in Cambridge whilst others moved to Lancashire and the United States.
I do not think this ever was a hospital in the usual sense. I am pretty sure it was a house called Brixedene (Brixedone?) in Blundell Lane, owned and lived in by a family called Thistlethwaite. During the war it was a children's home, although I do not know anything about who it was run by and I think after the war, perhaps after the introduction of the NHS in 1948, it was taken over and used as a ...see more
I think you need to get a bit further back in history to find anything about the Old Reading Room which you describe as "High Trees", Long Lane. In the thirties my parents rented Ploverfield Lodge Cottage which stood at the entrance of the driveway leading to Ploverfield, at that time owned by a family named Oliver. The Reading Room, as I remember it a wooden building with a corrugated roof, was ...see more
We moved to Berrynarbor in 1964, and I left to go to university in 1970. My mum stayed in Sterridge Valley until about 1983 - I can't remember the exact dates. I love this photo because you can clearly see Hagginton Hill. My friend and her family lived there. They had no mains drains and a lovely outside toilet. Outside toilet means no smells in the house! ...see more
My father was a military policeman and we lived at no 17 MSQ (just around the corner from these houses and now known as Wellington Terrace.) At the front of our house there were woods across the road and a small shop. The woods stretched right over to Hermitage Road and were a joy for 7 year olds to play in. Behind the houses were a large storage depot and more woods which were a short cut to ...see more
The building in the middle of this photo was the village shop. It was owned by my grandmother, Hilda Green. It seemed to me as a child to sell just about everything I could ever have needed in my life. Granny was also the parcels agent for the Wilts & Dorset Bus Company. Upstairs was a room that we called the 'Toy Bedroom', and spread out on the floor were loads of very old toys, still in their ...see more
My memories of New Quay begin in the 1950s I suppose. I was born in Cnwc y Lily in my grandmother's smallholding and lived the first 3 years of my lfe in Gilfachrheda before moving a few miles to Cross Inn. Every school summer holidays on sunny days, my mum, ,my sister and I would walk the 2 miles to New Quay. We would turn in Maenygroes for the short cut down through Francis Street. As we got ...see more
This brings back so many memories. I went to Stanley Park School, do you remember the country dance parties we use to have, and going to the loos with the daddy long legs on the wallsm and playing British Bulldog, and the school dinners? I spent so many hours playing in the park on the swings and roundabout. My grandad was the park caretaker for a while, Jim Simmons. Best years.
My Great Great Grandfather, Abraham Alexander Caddick was Landlord of the Swan Inn in Broad Street around 1900.
I lived in Locks Road Park Gate for many years and I would take a pretty big bet that this is not a photograph of Park Gate in Hampshire. It is simply not like anything in the neighbourhood and as there is another Park Gate in Cumbria I would take a guess that this is a photo of that Park Gate - just look at the hills and stone walls, that is not Hampshire!
From around 1906 to 1969 my grandfather - Thomson Darge - ran his business at Borough Nurseries, 8 Tonbridge Road (opposite the Council offices) with my late father George(Cecil) Thomson Darge - I carry my Grandfathers only christian name(Scottish origin) Thomson as my middle name - anyone with any similar memories??
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My aunt and uncle - Mr and Mrs George Pratt - used to manage the market gardens in Escrick. We had many happy holidays there, and I remember the peaches and apricots growing up the wall, rows and rows of runner beans, greenhouses full of tomatoes and cucumbers etc. They lived in the large house (it could have been a tied or rented house with the job) with 7 of my cousins, who used to ...see more
I remember Swan Pool Park from the 1950s-60s. It is in South Road, Stourbridge. There used to be paddle-boats available to hire in the early 1960s, and there were lovely weeping-willow trees - even, perhaps, swans. The pool was filled in during the 1970s, and the playground became derelict. How sad.
My ancestors lived in Thrapston from the early 1800s to 1917. They were saddle and harness makers, does anyone have any pictures of the shop? I believe it was near to the King's public house.
My family returned emergently to Ealing, from the U.S., in late 1969. We lived with my widowed grandfather in North Ealing and I was sent to school at Ealing Grammar. As we were not sure how long we would be staying, the headmaster, Mr. Hartwell, agreed to let me go to school in street clothes. So, for three months, I was the only boy allowed to wear regular clothes. The school had barely changed ...see more
I'd get the number 11 or 12 bus (I think?) religiously for 3 years, every day after school, having gone across the railway bridge at the station, from the now defunct St. Joseph's Primary. Sometimes it would go via the military area up by Alamein Rd, and sometimes it would go via Redan Hill, past the footy ground. I never knew why? The waiting bay at the station was home to several thousand pigeons. We used to try and feed them Space-Dust!
Totnes provides lovely late night Christmas shopping evenings each December when the High Street and Market Square are decorated, the shop windows have illuminated Christmas displays and stay open late and the place is transformed into a fairyland of old-fashioned entertainments and street traders. There are hot chestnut and mulled wine vendors, arts and crafts for sale and entertainments provided by ...see more
