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Further to my memory yesterday - I have now been contacted by Sandra. So the system works! I can now share memories of family in and around Little Sutton with Sandra. Thank you
As a child I spent many happy holidays in Denton. My Grandparents lived in the right-hand side of the gatehouse; their names were James and Jane Howell. He was a gardener at the Hall. I remember at the age of about five years old, rushing out to open the big gates for horses or vehicles to come through on their way to the Hall. When my Grandfather retired, they went to live in one of the houses that were set back from the ...see more
I remember the prefabs. I lived at Learigg Terrace from 1948 till about 1957 when we moved to the new houses in Livingston Drive. I can also remember Mortons Farm before the new houses were built, I think it was where the shops are now. My first school was Whiterigg.
Reading John Culberts memories, I was reminded of my own time at Hugh Bell from 1947 to 52. I believe Hugh Bell to have had the most significant influence on my future career together with the Southfield Road Baptist Scouts. It made me try to think back to the teachers. They were in my opinion all sound and decent men. Anyway this is how I remember them. I would appreciate any corrections or additions if ...see more
There is no corn square in Great Malvern. Have checked the corn market in Worcester and this 'photo is not of that either. Any thoughts?
I am trying to follow my family history and I am trying to find out more about John Alfred Atkinson and Minnie. I was told that they might have owned or rented a shop, and they had a few children, one who was my grandad Alan. If anyone has any pitcures or even information I would love to hear about it . Thank you for your time.
Morecambe Bay Holiday Camp, aka Heysham Towers, in the early sixties as a teenager. The Towers were owned by the Holdens, I especially remember Derek and Jean. We were roused by the 'phantom buglar' and didn't have a minute to spare until 'Goodnight Campers'. We danced to Norman Robinson's band, and Jack Winston playing the organ. The activities were organised by Reg Kerr and Jimmy MacHugh. We had some good times in ...see more
1946, I was stationed at RAF Middle Wallop and remember the village with watercress beds. Rationing was of the vogue but next to the aerodrome was a bungalow that always supplied eggs and chips to ever hungry airmen. If anyone remembers me please get in touch. Jack Lawford.
Not only do I remember Martin Green, his brothers and his parents but I was one of the Assistant Scoutmasters under Mr. Green having been a Senior Scout with the Byfleet Group after leaving school.
I also remember Mr. Hill as I used to catch the bus every Saturday morning from West Weybridge station, where I lived, to collect the Sunday joint (of meat!!) that my mother had previously ordered by telephone. Mr. Hill had a brother (who looked just like him) who took over when his brother went on holiday and, I believe, ran the shop when Mr. Hill died.
I used to live by West Weybridge station (now Byfleet & New Haw) and presently live in Woodham, near the lock. I have many memories of the New Haw/West Byfleet/Byfleet area especially of the Youth Club at West Byfleet in the 1950's and early 1960's.
Hope someone out there can help. My Great Grandparents were called Elizabeth and Thomas Jackson. They are buried in St. Pauls, Hooton. They had 4 children, Thomas (my grandfather) John William Jackson (killed on 20/7/1916 at Delville Woods on the Somme - he served in the South African regiment); Mary Josephine Jackson; and Hilda Jackson - they all lived in Heath Lane, Childer Thornton - ...see more
I was born in St Peters St, Islington, 1935, bombed out late 1943, with nowhere to go, had a makeshift home in Aloysius College for a time until we were given a place in 4 Montague Road, Honsey, N8, that's where I knew what it was like to be hungry. I remember to this day with my three sisters & mother given different colour tickets to show at the YMCA to prove we were homeless, waiting all night to have a nice ...see more
Born in 1944 at no 2, Waterworks Cottages (later 123, Slough Road) on the corner of Castle Avenue. I have vivid memories of the floods, though only three at the time: Mother, Father, Sister and Self were confined to the (very small) upstairs for many weeks, as when the water subsided, downstairs was of course thick with mud and assorted unsavoury objects! (no main drainage in those days). Mother had only a single gas ring ...see more
It was such a delight to find our house so clearly captured by the photographer in this composition! The barns pictured to the right of the church were bought by my husband and I in 1998. Originally they were grain storage barns, and in later years the village barn-dances were held there. They were converted to residential in 1983 by the previous owners, and run as a guest house. We have shared 10 happy years here in ...see more
Interesting to see this picture though I don't think that by the 1960s Ightham was ever this free of traffic except early in the morning. The building in the centre of the picture was a petrol station and provider of all sorts of bits and pieces. Was it run by Mr Arthur? My father would drive down there (with me in tow) to find whatever he needed to keep the lawnmower and other garden equipment going as well as ...see more
Good to see DeMontfort Hall as it used to be. It was a great venue to see bands there. Once the small blues clubs had ran their course bands needed larger venues to ply their trade, De Montfort was one of the first, I saw Rory Gallagher, John Hiseman's Collesseum,Yes, Sutherland Brothers/Quiver and never to be forgotten Free (when they reformed briefly) the last band I ever saw before the modernisation of the ...see more
Born in November 1942 I was christened, confirmed and married in St Mary's. My father cleaned, stoked the boiler, wound the clock, and cut the grass. I in turn sang in the choir, served at the altar and rang the bells and stoked the boiler when dad was at work on night shift, a spooky experience in the dead of winter for a young lad. I married in 1966 and moved away, visiting until mum and dad moved to Oakham.
To be honest this isn't a memory, more like a discovery whilst compiling our family tree with a new-found family member Jim (also James) Sadler. My G.G.G.Grandad was James Sadler, born 1815, father of 5, Lock Keeper from 1845-1885 or thereabouts. When he died in 1885 his son Thomas William Sadler took over. Maybe if Thomas had any sons then the Lock Keeping may have stayed in the family? As it ...see more
My husbands family were from Bascote. His ancestor Edwin Markham moved there as an ag labourer in the 1870s. His wife Maria died shortly after, and he married again. He had very many children, and used to drink at the Fox and Hen pub - the landlords were witnesses at his wedding! Sadly his cottage, by the pub, has been demolished, but his children all stayed local to Bascote when they grew up; one of his sons died in the Great War, and is named on the Bascote Heath memorial.
In 1918 my great gran's father Samson Roberts, a horse dealer, was injured during a horse race on the 'Golden Mile' near Aberkenfig. He died of his injuries at home in Dunraven St, Aberkenfig. His wife, Mary Ann, was a tiny lady and they had 11 children. Samson and Mary Ann's daughter Celia Attewell lived on the same street and her husband was killed in WW1 in 1918, in the same year Samson' and Mary Ann's ...see more
I grew up in Cuddesdon and spent many happy hours playing in the surrounding fields. My family moved up to Parkside (No. 15) from The Park houses in '56 when I was 2. I don't remember living there although a trip with mates down Redman's Lane, turn right and pass the crab-apple tree, then on towards the river was a regular summer jaunt. The water from the spring was so refreshing - much more pleasant than ...see more
During the thirties in Elsham, keeping healthy was very important. Yhe health service didnt exsist, all we had was orange juice and cod liver oil. Our cottage was very damp, one of my sisters died from pneumonia when she was just 4 yrs old. Many old residents also died from pneumonia, it was known as the old mans friend. The Elsham people were extremely poor. Everybody grew their own vegetables, that was the ...see more
I was born on the 28th March 1947, into an existing family of 5 siblings in a one-up one-down decaying terraced house of 12 Russell Street, Teams, Gateshead, just off Upton Street, near to the coke works, the gas works, the rope works and every other kind of filthy polluting business on the banks of the Tyne. We ended up as a family of 8 children by the 1950s. My father was Leslie George Bull and my mother - ...see more
I have an old, undated photograph labeled "Roman Bridge and Aqueduct, Cefn Mawr WH316". In the background the bridge looks like the one in the Francis Frith picture. In the forefront is a lower stone bridge with water flowing under it. Are both structures standing to-day? Lois Wilson Ontario, Canada
My mother, Phyllis Hughes, was born at 10 Well Street in September 1906. I wonder what is there now? She was brought to Ontario, Canada as an infant by her parents, Charlotte (Jones) and Edward William Hughes. They were hired as farmers and remained in Canada for the remainder of their lives.
I am old enough to remember this fantastic view from Greenwich over the Thames. it was a GLC 'protected view' ...until they decided to build Canary Wharf. Now it is very different . Shame !
This was always the Maritime Museum to us as children and still is today. I was fascinated by this museum, especially what were called Nelson's Relics. It was his pigtail I always wanted to see. It was displayed in a case with other Nelson memorabilia. When did they cut it off? Who did it? Why is it there? Why did he have a pigtail anyway if he was a man? I am sure there were much more educational exhibits ...but that was my favourite !!
In the 1950s to the 1970s I can remember Woolwich Market well. It sold fruit, veg and clothes. There were also the market traders who held auctions with everything from tea sets to toys for sale. Were they a bargain? Who knows, but we had great fun listening to the Cockney patter and taking home our prizes!
The Woolwich Ferry was the only way I can remember in the 1950s and 60s that we could go 'over the water ' from South to North London. I can remember trips with my Nannie as a child , catching a bus from Eltham to Woolwich and then on the Ferry when she went to visit a Methodist Church on the other side of the Thames. The Thames at that time was so smelly she used to give me a hankie with lavender water to hold to my ...see more
The Hinds Department Store on the right is no more. I remember it well from my childhood in the 1950s and 1960s when we shopped in Eltham, but lived in nearby Welling. You could buy everthing there. It turned into Allders, but was demolished a couple of years ago. Now in 2008 it is just a building site. Dolcis Shoes is now I think a charity shop. And the RACS, the Co-op, which was in the high street until last year ... is boarded up! Times change!
The house in the centre of this photo, Mill House, was the childhood home of my Great Grandmother, Sarah Jane Bushnell. My mother said that a photo similar to this was displayed on trains to advertise beautiful British places and my Grandmother used to point it out as her mother's home. Some of my forebears worked in the Mill and the mill pond sadly took the life of at least one child.
I started at Eighton Banks Primary School in 1952 aged five, having been moved from the slum clearance of the Teams, Ghd. To be in open countryside after the lung-choking life of the industrial Teams was absolute heaven. The headmistress was Miss Smith. My teacher was called Miss Forster, I believe. I loved playing on the old "camp" at the back of the school, (before it became an animal shelter) with my good ...see more
This is the Llantrisant of my memory. The Llantrisant I first saw in January 1966. I married Gaynor Beatrice Jenkins, daughter of Winifred and Gordon Jenkins. We were married on September 23rd. 1966. She passed away to cancer on September 6, 2004. I always called her, with deep affection , my Flower of Wales. She was the very beat of my heart and I love and miss her so.............................
In 1965 I met Gaynor Beatrice Jenkins in Ettlingen, Germany. She worked for the Sewing Factory in Llantrisant and was on a work assignment in Ettlingen , Germany. She was one of twin daughters to Gordon Llewelyn Jenkins and Winfred Birch Jenkins. Her twin sister is Gillian Jenkins. We were married on September 23rd. 1966. She died from cancer on September 6, 2004. She was affectionately called The Flower of ...see more
Just out of the picture to the left, was the location of the old police station, before it moved to its new home off of the campus, behind the council buildings. Now it's just an open space providing the walkway between Debenhams and John Lewis (formally the Co-Op and Welwyn Department Stores). To the left of The Cherry Tree (Waitrose ), used to be the old Fire Station. I used to live in Longcroft Lane and remember walking into the town and along this route (aged 5 at the time).
See biography on my website - all stories of my childhood days at Charcott including photos.
I wouldn't be surprised if I was in this photo! Saturday mornings were the time when we met friends at the clocktower, and then spent time chatting and wandering around the shops and into the record shops to listen to the latest hits in the record booths. A coffee in the coffee bar .. or if we were lucky a Wimpy ... and then home.
I can see the Trolley Bus lines overhead in this postcard. It must have been quite soon afterwards that these disappeared. The Trolley Buses used to sway their way to Woolwich and to the department stores. I lived in Welling and remember them well when I was a very young child. Why did we get rid of them? With all the talk of ecology they should certainly think about bringing them back to Welling!
I was brought up in Welling in the 1950s and 60s and Welling Corner played an important part in my life! I can see Woolworths on the right of this postcard. This was where everyone went to buy ... well anything! It was the broken biscuits which were my favourite. They used to sell them really cheaply by the half pound. You never knew what you would get . Maybe you would get a few Bourbons or a Custard Cream, ...see more
I have many happy memories of Mumbles Pier from the 1950s onwards. It was a place of Penny Slot Machines and there were lots of opportunities to spend your pocket money and have fun! I can remember the Laughing Policeman exhibit - a penny in the slot started a unusual and rather scary model of a Policeman, complete with helmet, swaying from side to side and laughing. There was also the Haunted House where a further penny ...see more
I was born in London, but my Mother came from the Mumbles, so several times a year we took the train from Paddington on our journey to Swansea. With a large family of grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, the sea, the beaches and the freedom, I thought I was in heaven! This photo of the Mumbles in 1954 was just as I recall it. You can see Fortes ice cream parlour in the centre, now demolished. ...see more
I was born in Peak Dale 6.9.40, at which time Peak Dale was very much a limestone quarry village. As it is coming round to Easter it reminds me of the first tragic loss that I vividly remember. While we were in school our teacher asked us to bring some pussy willow for the setting up of our Easter decorations. A boy named Brian Sidall who always eager to please said he knew where the best Pussy Willow could be ...see more
I was 6 mths old when my parents moved into Magna Close, my maiden name being Stenson. 1955 I was born. Well, I have many warming memories of my childhood in Great Abington, some of which relate to the post office. Harry and Hilda Jaggard owned and ran it then, Harry seeing to the post office side of things and Hilda looking after the shop. To this day I still remember the penny arrows, the 2d bars of ...see more
When I was a little girl, 1959/1960, my Nan and her husband Mr Fred Pay lived at 2 Newtown Cottages. I can remember the house being tiny, we went in 'round the back' and the kitchen was tiny with a couple of steps up to the living room. From the kitchen a tiny staircase went up to the two bedrooms. In those days it always seemed warm and we sat out in the yard. A lady that lived in one of the other ...see more
I have recently discovered that my grandfather Charles Alexander Parsons Hall was born illegitimately to Sarah Hall in Barrow in Furness c. 1885. Sarah's father George Hall was a clog maker employing two men at Anson Street in 1881. George was born in Stockport then worked in the Birmingham area before arriving in Barrow. My grandfather married in Salford and lived there the rest of his life. I would love to know where I ...see more
The little dog crossing the road was called Laddie. He belonged to Lawrence and Peggy Dodd and is on his way home to Selah House and the dairy. l used to help with the milk delivery and would sit on a milk churn and sing to Laddie. He always joined in and we made a lovely racket between us!! The island as it was called was a great place for roller skating with friends. The Hotspur has memories of a dentist practice, ...see more
Born to Kathleen Leniston, and Ned Leniston July 1951 in Torbay Road, to the glorious rolling green fields (joke) of Kilburn. There were still bloody big holes where buildings used to be, thanks to Mr Hitler's town planning arrangments for London. The family loved Kilburn so much, we promptly moved to Colindale, then to Dartmouth Road, West Hendon; see the connection, from Torbay, to Dartmouth. If you ...see more
My family and I stayed in a caravan at Thorney bay beach camp, oh my god what fun. There was nothing there so you made your own fun. Walking along the sea wall to the funfair every night, and eating saveloy and chips along the sea wall returning to to Thorney bay. I remember my last holiday there when I was 16 and I walked down to the store, bought the Sun newspaper and found out Elvis had died. I spent ...see more
As a young man from the south of France, I got a job as French assistant at QVS. I was a bit hippyish and far from notions like order, authority etc. (and uniforms). To my deep surprise, I landed in QVS, with a bedroom at the top of the school. I was asked to wear "proper suit and tie"' but I had neither in my case, or even at home...so the first few months were a bit awkward. Gradually, tensions were calmed, ...see more
The day I was born was 11th march 1974 and I'm a Midoper born and bred. We lived at the old cottages just at the entrance to the village at the side of the Dam. I have some lovely memories of the people which have passed on. I remember the pub being The Clubb Inn then and Robert (Bob) Genn owned and Jack and Pat Smith also ran the place. The village was really nice, no yuppies just proper village ...see more
We had a lovely middle floor flat here, while my husband was at HMS Warrior, RAF Northwood. Our son was born at the then new maternity hospital, Shrodells at Watford. We had a balcony, and one evening when all our husbands were working, it was three floors, 'The Birds' horror film was on, so when they started attacking the windows, I went on the balcony and chucked some dirt out of my flower pot ...see more
We had the use of a 3 bed detached home down here for 10 years, it was right at the top of the hill and we could see for miles in all directions. We would come down with suitcases and chill, our youngest was 1 and eldest 13, we had family members stay with us, met lovely christians on mudbury beach, and are still close friends with them. I would love watching the fields change, harvest, ploughed, hay bales, the ...see more
Our family lived in the village of West Horsley all of my life, I was born in 51, my sister in 49 and my youngest sister 56. We used to bike down to Ripley and Ockham. I went to school at Sir Walter Raleigh, and Howard of Effingham. Mum sadly died in 97, dad moved to Gosport and died 2002, and our house which we had an extension built on, games room and bathroom above garage and utility, was split back ...see more
I was born in Elsham 1934. We lived in a thatched cottage, where the village hall stands now. My grandfather was the local joiner, wheelwright, preacher, and clerk to the parish council. My father had milk cows and chickens. In the wartime we had prisoners of war, Germans and Italians. Elsham Hall was occupied by the army. We all had a fantastic time on V E Day. Rex Whitehead
I was born in Gourock in 1960 and lived there until I married and moved to the States. I love living here but my heart belongs to Gourock and seeing these pictures brings me home again. My life growing up there is the happiest by far in my lifetime so far. Playing with my brothers and sister and of course the 20 other kids from my street, at the pool, Darroch park and the tower hill. I hope to bring my grandkids there one day to explore like I did.
I lived at number 14 for about 11 years and I miss it greatly. My parents moved from Cambridge and I was born at Mill Road in 1968. I remember long summers and playing in the fields just outside the village boundary. Neighbours were Joy and Andrew, Olive and Ray and across the road in the farm opposite was Ricky the Alsation dog. My mother had MS and my parents seperated in about 1978 when my Grandparents ...see more
I lived in Hollytree Cottage during the sixties, and was christened at St. Mary Magdalen Latimer. My father worked for Lord Chesham. Our house used to be the Cavendish Arms, a pub at one time. Many of the staff from the big house lived in the village after retiring at that time. We had a good village shop and everyone was very friendly.
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 all ...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 teacher ...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 the ...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 can ...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 short ...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, Valerie ...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. 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 by ...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