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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. It ...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 run ...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 old ...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 slab ...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 tread ...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 work ...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
My grandmother's father had TB and there are letters from him to my grandmother from Clwyd Sanatorium Llan Bedr Hall, Ruthin, North Wales. I was wondering if anybody knew anything about this place or had any photos. Sadly he returned home and died between 1916 - 1918.
I went to the Sacred Heart Convent School from the age of five in 1966 until I was 16 in 1970. My name then was Tracey Mapstone and I lived in Chew Magna at that time, then later on we moved to Stanton Drew. It was a lovely school, you were taught old fashioned values and most of all you were taught respect!
I can remember my friend's parents owned this shop .... her name was Lynn Thomas and we used to have penny sweets for free as her parents owned the shop!
I got married to my husband Paul in this beautiful St Andrew's Church at Chew Magna on Sat August 7th 1982. My maiden name was Tracey Mapstone and my dad Dennis and his parents were born in Chew Magna and I still have my nan there at the age of 98 years old and she is Mrs Mary Mapstone.
This date is approximate. As children my brother John and I attended St Mary's on Town Walls and after school we would make our way towards Barker Street to catch the bus to Springfield, we would spin around the revolving doors at the Hotel across from the Old Victorian Market Hall (I think it was called the George) and be hurled into the street, then across we would go to the old market hall and scrounge broken ...see more
This date is approximate. My mother used to work in the Raven, as a school girl at St Mary's on Town Walls I used to wait for her to finish work. I can remember the place as being very beautiful. Once my mother came home with a signed photograph of Ken Dodd, she said he was a gentleman, but I remember she wasn't very keen on Norman Wisdom she said he was very miserable, which was a shame to hear because I thought he was a very funny man.
My father was the village policeman until 1958 and we lived in the Police House which doubled as a Police Station (there was a counter for public use at the front of the house). We left for Corby in 1958 when I was 6. My memories are of the blacksmith's forge (opposite the secondary school), Nobby Brown's dairy (next to the railway station), the picture house, Northrop's butcher's shop, the Fleur De Lys pub (landlady ...see more
I have so many fond memories of my grandmother's house. The house is on the left of the picture and has two bay windows and is painted white. As a child I would play with the turkeys which were kept in the stables at the rear. They were surprisingly companionable! My grandmother had a raised pansy garden and to me they all looked like velvet! I remember enjoying the smell of the old lilac tree in ...see more
My daughter goes to school at WHSG. So much has changed from what the road looks like!!
My grandparents also lived in this bungalow and I too have cherished memories. My grandpaernts where in it till around 1981 when sadly my granddad died. My grand parents names were Edith and Arthur Carter. My dad was born in this bungalow on May 7th 1945 just as the news of the surrender of the Germans came, my nanna always said she missed out on the party because my dad came along hehe. My aunt and uncle also lived here Gordon and Jean Carter.
I have happy memories of Corscombe. Having been evacuated from Southampton at the age of eight years. I do remember attending the small school a short distance from where I lived in a small house that had been converted into two living quarters I have not been back to Corscombe since those wartime days.
My father Douglas was born here to Malcolm H McCullough and Jennie Woodifield Etherington McCullough. He worked in the mine and remembers riding the pit ponies. They were racing and he fell off one and scarred his eyebrow. I don't know what date that was. I was brought here in the late 50s and/or early 60s but I've lost touch with all those relatives.
My grandmother grew up in Bideford and had a copy of this postcard (which I still have). She told me that the two children in the foreground of the picture were actually her and her brother.
These houses were built as a private estate and took up most of the land which belonged to Tack farm. Houses went from here across to the "old wood", and into it at some points, they went down from here to the edge of the park and down to Bells Lane were the old estate ended. There was a Council estate built on the land from were Kinver Street ended with the Sewage station, my grandad had an allotment opposite this ...see more
I remember one New Year's Day just before the war. There was an annual football match between the Lobsters and the Shrimps. The Lobsters were the older fishermen and the Shrimps their sons and their friends. My father was the manager of the N.A.A.F.I at Lulworth Camp and had to do some work early in the morning. On the way home he happened to come to watch the football match. As soon as some of the older fishermen ...see more
I was in a band at this time - The Lonely Ones. The High Street remains a strong memory - in particular The Acropolis (Archie) - we did gigs there - upstairs, on a Saturday night. I also remember the El Torero - further down - Mick was the owner - he had a brother who opened a place in Tontine Street and later a 'club' over the road. In fact, my memories go back a bit further with this place. I also recollect the ...see more
From internet research, it would appear that the Victorian artist Sydney Curnow Vosper, who was born in 1866 at Stonehouse in Plymouth, died at this hotel in Shaldon 10th July 1942. He painted what became a very famous painting entited 'Salem'. The painting shows the congregation inside a small Baptist chapel in Cefncymerau, Llanbedr, near Harlech, North Wales. The chapel was built in 1850. It would appear that ...see more
I have very happy memories of a childhood spent in Mynydd Isa. I was only there for 4 years ('72 - '76) but I crammed a lot of adventures into that time! My friend Audra and I used to go cycling down Rose Lane and look a the 'haunted house' across the fields, never daring to go inside. (It was an old wooden building, derelict at the time). We spent many hours at the bonk! - the local playing field, and would ...see more
I remember Miss Cox's retirement (I have a teacher group photo of that), and the outside toilets at Hearnville Road that used to freeze in the winter. I was there from 1950 - 1956. I lived in Endlesham Road, with my father.
I was in Harlow Wood Hospital on and off for about 3years, first in Ward 1 which was a boys' and men's ward, it was also called Portland Ward, and Sister Langton was in charge. I was about 10 and when I first went in I was surprised that they had school every day. Then I went into Ward 9, Sister Williams was in charge there. Both sisters were brilliant and looked after me really well. I am now 65. I ...see more
I spent 10 years in this orphanage, with many memories. Was anyone else there from 1931-1941, or does anyone have any information or photos?
I spent several summer school holidays in Didcot with my mate and grandad, he lived in Newlands Avenue with my Uncle Bert. Grandad ran the bar in the army camp. He used to send me round to wake up the men first thing. The man in charge was a Sergeant Biggs. Mum worked in the post office where she met Dad, who was stationed at Harwell. Grandad would come to Hertford by train and return to Didcot so I could spend my 6 weeks ...see more
I was brought up in Brewood, in the cottage which is called South View and later next door in what is now 38 Shop Lane. There were four children in our family, I had two older brothers and a younger sister. Our friends came from the cottages (some no longer standing) in Shop Lane, and Horsebrook Lane. We would gather at the junction of Horsebrook, Shop Lane and Bargate Lane where there was a triangle of grass ...see more
I remember my gran telling me about when her father was killed in Caerau. The day after they brought him home, a couple of miners turned up at his home with his leg which was cut off in a sack. I aways remember the hooters, in Caerau and Coegnant especialy on New Year's Eve the hooters would be going off, with the bells of the church ringing also. And all of us kids would go around the doors wishing everybody 'Happy New ...see more
I was born in 1948 in Wolverhampton, and my parents bought a caravan at Aberleri farm, Ynyslas. I was lucky enough to spend all my school holidays, apart from Christmas, at the caravan. Our first caravan was a gypsy style, quite a collector's item now. The 6 weeks in the summer was the best, and l used to pester the life out of Emlyn the donkey man to let me help him with the donkeys. I still have a week at Borth in ...see more
(ANOTHER PANTO STORY) It’s like some eureka moment from no ware! Out of the fog of time come more memories of the early days in theatre, this time yet another Panto story. We were doing Aladdin in a large theatre in the north, packed to the last seat in the Gods with happy children and their mums and dads. Now long since gone like so many happy places you remember with fondness from younger ...see more
It was that cold, cold winter of 43/44 during the war that I remember so well. Please forgive me for I was not a Fair Oak boy but my memory is from there. I lived in Bishopstoke as a lad before, during and after the war so I knew Fair Oak very well. I had the privilege to lay on my back as a "casualty" one Sunday morning for a ARP exercise in the square and I found it cold and hard but I ...see more
I was living at Bishopstoke and working as a lad at Cunliff Owen Aircraft during that cold war time winter when a friend that lived in Fair Oak told me that Fishers pond was frozen over and people were skating on it. I managed to borrow a pair of boots with skates on and with my sister and a few mates from work we made our way to the pond one Saturday afternoon. The sight was spectacular when we got ...see more
I was in Portscatho with my mother on 15th August 1945 (V-J Day). I can remember the singing and dancing by the harbour wall. We were staying with frieds whom I have lost contact with.
The boy in the hat is my grandfather, and the girl is his sister. The shop that they are standing outside belonged to their grandfather, a well travelled gentleman born in 1832. The view is remarkably unchanged in 2008!
My friend Roy Greenfield's parents ran the Simla, which was a Charrington's pub.
As I was living near Monk Bar in 1955, seeing the photo brought back some good memories. I lived at 28 Monkgate (behind the photographer on the left) in 1955. My sister still lives nearby - through the Bar, turn left at what used to be Saville's Chemists and then round the back of Goodramgate into St. Andrewgate. The scene in the photo has not changed all that much. You cannot drive through the Bar itself anymore. The ...see more
I was brought up in Glenboig. We moved to England in 1973, however I have great memories. I remember going to the old St Joseph' School that sank, so we had to go to St Barbara's in Muirhead. I made my holy communion in the old chapel next to the old school. We stayed in the old pre-fabs and then went to live in Easdale Path. I can remember the gas houses being built. My twin brother and I had many friends in Glenboig. I get a lump in my throat every time I come back.
I grew up the Edgware area after being born in Bushey, Hertfordshire. My mum and I moved to Boston Road, Burnt Oak to live with my grandad and nan. At first I went to Barnfield Primary School. We then moved to Cricklewood for a short while before moving to a brand new house in Bushfield Close, Edgware. I was about 7 years old. At first I attended Edgware Primary School off the Edgware Road, before moving to ...see more
George Orwell (real name Eric Blair), who was the author of '1984' and 'Animal Farm', is buried in All Saints' churchyard.
My name is Susan Railton (nee Price) and I grew up in Torrisholme in the 1960s and 1970s. It was always a place where everyone knew and cared about each other. I lived on Hyde Road and could see The Square from my bedroom. I remember going to the corner shops where Booths is now. I especially loved Mr Lupton's (I think that was what he was called). In his shop he had a shelf full of lovely ...see more
I moved to Bournemouth in 1954 when my dad got a job there with Williams Deacons Bank. He bought a house at 84 Petersfield Road, Boscombe. I went to Southbourne Junior School which was about two miles away so most of my friends were the ones I met in the cub pack at the St Saviour's church hall - the 14th Bournemouth. It was great fun - I was just 8 when I started so they taught me to catch ...see more
My father John Granville Turner attended Doncaster Grammar School in the 1910s. He was born in 1904 so would have started in the early 1910s, I assume. He was for a time a boy soprano at the school. He also spent at least one Christmas at Shibden Hall but there is no record of him there so I wonder if he visited to sing, as I believe the owner at that time invited a choir to sing carols. If ...see more
The villagers organised a wonderful welcome for Father Christmas when he arrived at the village hall. They had prepared a 'Victorian Christmas Fair' with arts and crafts and local produce for sale indoors, and outside there was a hog roast, mulled wine, real ales and roast chestnuts! The huge crowd of villagers were entertained by the Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers ...see more
My grandparents lived in 45 Bute Street next to the barber's shop and a few doors away from the cinema. I was evacuated there in 1941 and went to school in Treherbert for a couple of years, and I have the most happy memories of the place. Pumping the organ at Carmel chapel where my grandmother was the organist; going to Jim the Baker's place and getting my ears rubbed by a pair of very callous hands; watching the ...see more
My brother and I were packed off to Scotland from London each summer to visit our ancestral homeland, whence we would visit our Aunt Daisy and Uncle Adam at their place next to the old Braidwood school near the bottom of the village. This was always a real treat. The wonderful garden that sloped steeply down to the stream at the back of the house. The grape vine and its delicious tasting grapes from the ...see more
I love this picture. It was taken at the 'top of the street'; Nannie and Grandad (Emma and Joe Lawson) lived on Byron Street from the 1950s to the 1970s. My favourite shops were Robinsons (the source of many birthday cards and Bunty and Judy comics), the Co-op (I can still remember the account number) and Burdesses (who can forget their meat pies). I spent many a summer in Easington and loved every minute I ...see more
I used to work at Henrys store, in the stock room. It was my first real job. It was a great old place. In the cellar was a secret passage way to the castle, bricked up from when there was a farmhouse there, I was told. Christmas time was fantastic with Father Christmas and the grotto, and Father Christmas was my grandfather before I worked there - I sat on his knee when I was small and didn't know it was my ...see more
I no longer live in Northolt. I was born in Newbury Close in which I had a happy time, there was always somthing to do on the estate. I then moved to Academy Gardens, which weren't so happy. I remember being at Islip Manor infants'; school and my welfare lady being Mrs Porter.
My grandfather was born in Marchington Woodlands (Thomas Foster) at Knypersley Hall in 1871 which his father John Foster was renting until about 1905 when following 2 years of cattle foot and mouth (no compensation in those days) he had to give up and move to Uttoxeter and take work as a sawyer. It was said to have broken John's heart. I have visited Knypersley Hall some years ago but the original house ...see more
Has anyone got a photograph of Stone Road before the flats were built in the 1970s? My grandmother Mrs Elizabeth Foster lived at 21 Stone Road from about 1910 until they were demolished in the late 1970s and she watched them being demolished from a flat across the road. She was a widow from 1918 when her husband Thomas died as a result of the First Wordl War. I remember Highland cattle at the top of the road ...see more
Not sure how long I went with my grandparents, then when they passed away my parents, but I was born in 1941 and I know we were still going there until we migrated to Australia in 1961. We 'lived' in the first hut on the right as we walked over a small bridge onto the common, double storey, and mattresses of straw which I think was provided to fill the 'ticks'. I can remember 'The Brown Brothers', jumping into ...see more
Church Street, at the end of this my parent's shop, home until dad decided to retire to Badby. Next door the Roman Catholic church. Anyone else remember the processions down Church Street when it was Remembrance Sunday or the Church Fete with Rose Queen on the trailer surrounded by attendants. Running for the bus along there too, especially if you needed to get to Northampton in time for school as I did. Further up ...see more