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Having read other comments and recognised the names of other contributors I thought I would add to the messages. My mother Gwen Mossop was the hotel receptionist for many years starting in the 60's on a part time basis helping Phil and Betty Roddis. When they left the Scawfell mum remained and worked alongside the new managers, John Martin and Gordon Bradshaw, in the years when the owners were the brewers Ind ...see more
I was born in Upper Oldcroft, we had neighbours of Mr and Mrs Cooper, where we used to get water from their well. Horace and Rene Turley, Jim Cox and Family by the huge walnut tree. Cissie Thomas where we used our ration books. Two doors away was Mr Wood the Baker. Any children of the village went to Viney Hill Primary School, Mr Kerwood was headmaster, the next headmaster was Mr Green with son Benjamin and ...see more
Does anyone remember the Tip and Mount Pud with the cave at the top? This wonderland was at the bottom of Hollingwood but it's all cleared now. We used to play there all the time. There were hard rainbow coloured stones which we I used to collect. Anyone know how the place came about? I suspect it may have been a tipping point for some Staveley Works operation. I remember the "Prefabs" down towards the station too. ...see more
Hi I'm trying to find out any information at all that you might have. My Mother(born at Hengoed) was sadly put in a home in what I would presume to be 1965, the year of her birth as far as I'm aware she was Adopted in 1967 at the age of 2, her birth name was Avril Mandy Jones apparently and she is half cast/mixed race. I know little about it and I would be very grateful for any information that I receive, thanks
For a few years my grandfather worked here as an instructor in woodwork.My daughters father our law was also there as an instructor. For many years in the 60s I remember it being run for the deaf. As to the work house I and all my brothers and sisters were born there when it was the maternity wards. My mother worked as an auxiliary in the hospital for 26 years
In 1976 my partner and I rented the ground floor flat of number 73 Radford blvd,Radford Nottingham,I was pregnant at the time and this flat was my baby's first home,I can,t say that I was happy living there ,I was only 18 years old and had a lot to learn about life and bringing up a baby in a bedsit. I married the father of my son (while we were still living in this bedsit).we are still together ...see more
Arthur Richard George Hamling with Lindsey Stark Hamling have assumed the Feudal Manorial Titles of Lord and Lady of Hollacombe, Devon, by way of appropriate conveyance and private treaty. 2011, USA.
my father was born at 51 bolas heath wellington shropshire on 31 st july 1919
I was living at Michaelstone-y-Fedw and enrolled at Bassaleg Grammar School in 1949 having previously attended Barry County High school for about one term, The Head was a certain Rhys T Harry who used to take us occasionally in class, and he always preached "a rule" about success at cricket, whilst batting, it was, "Right foot, firm...Left foot to the pitch of the ball !, A class mate was a lad named ...see more
I was born in Mexborough in 1953 an identical twin with my sister Kathryn. Our mother is Mabel Ellor (nee Brewster) who was a teacher at Roman Terrace School which my sister & I attended. My father is Ron Ellor a pianist, and we first lived at 14 Fredrick St then 14 Woodland view Church Street in 1958. There was an old farm house next to the Woodland View estate and I remember playing there with the ...see more
I remember the Hawley Hotel very well. I was a bridesmaid to my uncle and his new wife who had their reception there. We also used to go for Sunday lunches there and later on in years it used to host a evenings for C B clubs (before the days of mobile phones!!)
Another chap I clearly remember in the year I worked at Law Junction was Roy Hamilton who lived in a cottage overlooking the station. Like the old gentleman who was frequently drunk, Roy was also disabled and walked with the aid of two sticks. However, that’s where the similarity ended because Roy was a sober railway enthusiast who spent a great deal of time in the booking office talking to the clerk about trains. ...see more
One day at Law Junction the stationmaster was conducting his daily inspection when he called me over and pointed to something white on the track. “Get rid of that woman’s thing”, he barked. I was only 15 years old and had no idea what a ‘woman’s thing’ was. Nonetheless I promptly leapt off the platform on to the railway line, retrieved the object the stationmaster found so offensive and quickly disposed of it. Such were the duties of a junior porter in those days!
I remember Sister Catherine, headteacher, and her nieces at St James; we were all frightened of Kate, as we called her. Her nieces used to throw books and rubbers and also hit us on the knuckles with rulers. I also remember the dreaded strap. I also remember there were three of us in the class named Sheila. There was Sheila Sisk, Sheila Earl and myself Sheila Potts. I was friendly with Sheila Sisk and have often wondered what had happened to her, maybe she will read this and reply to my email.
I was born over the butchers shop in Harborne Lane, my parents Harry and Gertrude Ludlow owned the shop. My mother kept the shop open all through the war years and I can remember marking off the meat ration books when I was about 10 years old. Not quite sure when rationing finished probably about 1952. I remember all the shops down there and the folks that owned them. I worked in the shop straight from ...see more
On another posting of life at Law Junction I mentioned the passenger who was always drunk on Friday evenings. This elderly gentleman also suffered a severe limp and walked with the aid of a stick. On one occasion, after “Old Andrew” and I had assisted him off the train at Law, the old chap staggered precariously towards the footbridge. Concerned that heavily under the influence he might fall on to the track, “Old ...see more
Two station foremen were employed at Law Junction in 1961: a fellow called Guy, and “Old Andrew” who was in charge of me. Unfortunately both their surnames are lost to my memory, and yet, like the alphabet, I still remember the sequence of stations that “Old Andrew” often called out as he went along the platform closing carriage doors: “Uddingston, Newton, Cambuslang, Rutherglen, Eglinton Street and Glasgow”. On the late ...see more
Law Junction in 1961 was a regular stopping off point for engine crew who would spend a relaxing hour or so drinking tea in the station bothy before swapping trains. I remember one engine driver who was highly skilled at close-up magic and would perform all sorts of amazing card and coin tricks to entertain the staff. One day this driver told me that someone outside was calling my name, which I could ...see more
Biddy was my mother-in-law.
Used to be called 'Coley'. We lived at 50 Bradford St. Bulwell was a great place to live, crime free, friendly people. All the 'cool dudes' hung around the 'Penguin café' none of use could afford a cup of tea, so we would just stand around outside and be 'cool'. Attended Highbury Secondary....Mr North was the Headmaster. Virtually every Street had a pub and a fish and chip shop. I am now 66, retired from ...see more
Several years ago my twin sister Jane and I hosted two reunions inviting family, friends of Wombwell Main and the Secondary School. Both evenings were a success at the Cricket Club also one of the happiest of our lives. We still look back meeting friends whom we have not seen in decades.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
I remember Freddie and the Dreamers, Gerry and Pacemakers, Gene Pitney, Marianne Faithful, Dusty Springfield and I think Roy Orbison was there. Also the Kinks and a couple of more acts.
My Nan, was Mrs Ring, we used to stay with her in her house in Hearts Lane opposite the Asbestos Co , next to the Thames Plywood Co (where I worked a few years later). Nan's house was one of two on stilts right beside the railway (steam) of course. Many great times spent, Barking was a great place then.
I was born in 1948, and we lived in Nettleden Avenue, Wembley, until I was about 11. My sister and I went to Oakington Manor primary school. The head was Miss Taber and we learnt to read from a series of books called Old Lob, about an old farmer and his animals. I would ride my bike around the stadium area where the Olympics and British Empire exhibition had taken place. Every year we used to go up to the ...see more
I was born in 1936 so I am probably one of the oldest people with fond memories of Barking. I first went to Gascoigne School and can remember having to practise wearing a gas mask during the war- horrible smelly rubbery things. I am not sure what was worse being gassed by Hitler or wearing the gas mask. We had school clothing coupons and I used to stretch my big toe over the line to get extra coupons; ...see more
My aunt, Mary (Polly) Wills, ladies-maid to Lady Marlin Borlaise. Harriet Eady is living at the house she is 69. Elizabeth Foale is the cook aged 33 years, Ellen Gammon is the house maid aged 20, Lavina Townsend is the kitchen maid aged 23 and John Blight is the groom aged 21.
During the 1950’s I spent many holidays in Carnoustie owing to the fact that my eldest sister lived there. I clearly remember a huge, solitary tree that grew near the kerb in the main street; sadly, the tree was removed many years ago. I remember too an Art Deco-style beach pavilion, which seemed quite exotic to me. I believe it was demolished many years ago, which is also sad to say. World War 2 concrete bunkers ...see more
In 1955 when I was 10 years old my Dad took me camping at Arbroath and for the whole week I was so ill with a tummy bug that eventually a local doctor had to be called to our tent. I remember a large number of campers, including the campsite owner, had gathered around and were observing me with grave concern. Fortunately I recovered a little before the end of the holiday. Four years later, on an overnight cycling trip, I ...see more
I was born in Churchill Road in 1943. Attended the Chatsworth Road Infants and Secondary and went on to Senhouse Efficiency College. I also attended Vanes and remember the shows we put on at the Cheam Social Club. We used to tap dance to Shirley Temple's 'good ship lollipop'. It was great fun. Also attended Cheam ladies swimming club and used to do a 'butterfly' dive from the top board. Went ...see more
My mum was born in Coathill Street in the Wifflet at the start of the war in 1939; she had 3 sisters Mary, Nan and Phyllis, and a brother John. I think she attended the local school at the bottom of Coathill St. She used to tell me many a tale of life growing up in the Wifflet in the 40's and 50's. Sadly, my mum passed away and I'm wondering if anyone knew her.
My brother and I were sent to Reedham School in 1954. We were there for two years, probably the worst two years of my life, despite being put into care at the age of five and continuing until sixteen. I was known as Mathews 2 or RS 100. Reedham was situated on a hill surrounded by magnificent fields. We were not allowed onto those fields but were restricted to a small tarmac playground. God help any boy leaving that ...see more
I played for Aldershot and Farnborough schoolboys on this ground circa 1954/55 - surname then was Dubber. Any other team members still out there?
Catching gudgeon at Ackers Pit and taking them home in jam jar (they died!) Swimming in Bridgewater Canal "Dukes`s" would you believe at Grappenhall!
Passing exam for Boteler Grammar and getting a new beach ball as a reward (all other kids had a new bike) Sorry dad ...I know we had no money.
My first job when I left school in 1960 was junior porter at Law Junction, which sadly closed in 1965. I remember that one of the station foremen, known as "Old Andrew", kept bees on an embankment at the rear of the station, an illustration as to how uneventful Law Junction was in those days. However, a regular duty every Friday evening was to search all the carriages of the commuter train from Glasgow for a certain ...see more
In 1949 when I was four years old I travelled by train from Scotland with my mum to visit my Aunt Nan, her husband Tom, and their daughter Dorothy, who was also four at the time. Uncle Tom was butler to Lady Sybil Grant and he and his family lived in a single-storey cottage on the The Durdens. I remember that the cottage was situated at the top of a lane with a wall on its left. Cousin Dorothy had a doll and I ...see more
I remember I was just about to leave school this year 1975 without a job to go to when a knock came on our front door; it was Uncle Ian Speake (as I used to call him). He said to me if I wanted a job (he knew I did not have a job) with him I had to be ready on the following Monday morning with my push bike and a bottle of milk at the ready. We set off to Junitex Garments in Martin Street, a childrens clothing factory ...see more
I remember spending many happy hours in the glen, which to me was a wonderfully magical place. In those days to gain access to it you had to pass through a rustic wooden shelter with a bench on either side. I believe it has long since been demolished. Halfway down Upper Mill Street was a newsagent’s shop, which in the 1950’s was owned by a Polish gentleman who presumably had settled in Tillicoultry immediately after the Second World War.
My grandmother’s next-door neighbour in Upper Mill Street was an elderly lady called Miss Hunter who lived with her brother. I remember Miss Hunter always wore a mobcap, headgear that even in those days seemed quaint and old-fashioned. My grandmother’s married name was Coulter and one of her sons was called Ernest who worked at the quarry above the mill. His wife was called Cissie and both lived ...see more
My elderly grandmother lived in the last cottage at the top of Upper Mill Street opposite the Clock Mill. A brief description during the 1950’s might be of some historical interest. A small bedroom faced the front door, which was the only entrance and exit to the cottage. Immediately on entering, another door on the left led into the living room where along the facing wall was a huge black-grated ...see more
I remember a large house that stood at the top of Upper Mill Street between the Clock Mill and my grandmother’s cottage; the family living in this house, I remember, all had red hair. The house was demolished in the early 1950’s and the site made into gardens. A mobile fish and chip van used to do its rounds in those days, and I still recall the stench of black smoke belching out of a tin chimney on ...see more
My mother was born here. My family lived here until I was a teenager even though my father was English. I remember all the village as I went to the village school along with my brother and sister until I moved to high school in Tywyn. My grandmother lived in an old stone cottage just down the road from here, and my grandfather was a stone mason to the village squire. I remember the streams, the people, ...see more
I have really good memories of going to Stanhope Primary School along Kingsnorth Road, Ashford.
Are there any old photos of the school? I know it has been pulled down.. such a beautiful old building.
I remember the old tank; there used to be a place at the back of it where we used to get a cup of coffee or coke and listen to the jukebox - that was in the early 60's. I also remember when the high street had two way traffic with double decker buses going to and fro.
I moved into Land Street in 1949, age 2 and lived there until I was about 13. We lived at number 2 which is on the corner of Land Street and the street down to the Pump Well. It was good fun sledging down the street and then making the turn down to the pump well and trying to get as far as you could before running out of momentum. At 13 my father took over as Watchman at Isaac Gaunt's Grangefield ...see more
A fond memory while attending Brandon High was appearing in the school’s Christmas show (circa 1958). Mr McKeown the English teacher, commonly known as “Cueballs”, decided to stage a mime act. I think all of us taking part were very self-conscious making exaggerated gestures because even after many weeks of rehearsals our continuing lacklustre efforts had caused Mr McKeown much hand wringing. He was convinced ...see more
Brandon High's 1957/8 Christmas show featured a spot by a fellow named Willie McAloney who played guitar and sang “Worried Man Blues”. He later played in a group called The Electrons and sometimes performed at the local Majestic at the top of Brandon Street, a venue long since demolished. When I got my first guitar at the age of 13 Willie, who was a couple of years older, taught me to play 'Move It', and also ...see more
My mother (nee Briggs) lived in London Rod, Greenhithe. My maternal grand father was Basil Briggs a self-employed builder in Greenhithe. He died in 1953, the year of my birth. My father lived in Castle Street, Greenhithe. He was the son of Percy and Jenny (nee Jarvis) Morris. I would love to hear from anyone who know any of my relatives to share their memories.
This reminds me of John Rawlinson, Timothy Greenhow, Paul Manning and Anthony....? all good friends I left behind me when my family moved away from Leicester to Lyme Regis, Dorset in 1964. These pictures match my memories of South Wigston and surrounding area when it seems to have been a curious mix of vigorous industrial activity (my mates all seemed to want to go straight to ...see more
The name of the greengrocers next to Dangerfield's butchers was called Tufts. I also remember Lewis's chip shop, Eddies sweets and tobacconists, the post office with Alec the post master, the Co-op dairy with it's horse drawn milk floats. The Co-op store, Coopers store, Cahill's, Crone's the bakers - went to school with son Roger, Royal's the pharmacy, Hurst's the fishmongers, Browns the wool shop, ...see more
I was born at 30 Marstown Avenue on 29-04-1938, now living in Nijmegen, Holland. I went to the Bassert Street school and the Sec Mod school. Played rugby for school and county, have good memories from the s.w.o.b. and very good memories of good friends and times we had. The Clarense Arms and the Leicestershire Regimental army bar also remembered. I left in 1958 to join the RAFand went to live in Holland in 1963.
As others have said, the open fields, Farthing Downs. I lived in Bradmore Way, Old Coulsdon in the 50s, there was so much open unbuilt ground on the lower part of the road and behind our house in Meadway which was full of wild life. Every summer day was an adventure. I would go out after breakfast and not return until tea time. I was part or the 17th Purley Cub and Scout group, the wide games that we had in these open ...see more
The chocolate box sweet shop in Vanston Place. Going to the Science Museum every Sunday on the district line stopping off at Earls Court to get a chocolate eclair from the bakers opposite the station. Playing run outs, knock down ginger and British bulldog in the flats. The man who came round the flats and sang every Sunday morning. We used to throw money out of the window to him. I remember he only had one ...see more
I remember all you have said and remember the whole area being drowned out with the motor racing, as I got older I use to go and watch. Then that all went for the sports centre, which I used to go swimming in with my school.
I was born on Church St, Greasbrough, gran and granddad lived close by in a row of cottages alongside the top club now a car park? My father worked in the local pits and we moved several times. At age 10 we moved back to Church St into the house next door to where I was born. I remember walking with my granddad around the Dam, talking to the fishermen. Walking past the game-keepers cottage by the bridge ...see more
Just before Christmas in 1941/1942 which would make me 6 to 7 years old, still believing in Father Christmas I was invited to a Christmas party in a cottage in Bratton Lane. There was lots of snow that day and when I got inside there were lots of children and we were having a great time. At one point one of the adults asked us to be quiet and listen... suddenly there was a loud bump on the roof and someone said, 'it's ...see more
After I foumd out that my family lived at 3 Canning Place in 1838 and attended the Holland Street Catholic Chapel, I discovered the RC baptisms of John Rogers Herbert RA artist and my g.g.g.aunt Kezia Herbert nee Dedman's three children's baptisms at Holland Street RC Chapel 1838. A wonderful surprise. These registers were only discovered in 2008 and are kept at the Westminster Diocesean Archives ...see more
My great grandfather was Alfred Monk and he married Edith Elizabeth Thompson. They lived at 25 Gosport Road and I have the 1911 census copy that he filled out..
I was baptised in this church in 1953. Born in April 1949 at 91, The Chase, Burnt Oak, my christening was postponed due to the death of my grandfather, Alexander Sturges in November of that year. He is buried in the churchyard. This was known as Handel's church in our family. Apparently the Earl of Chandos was his patron and it stands near Chandos Park.
I was born in 1958 and brought up in Green Street which was facing the Conservative club. I went to St George's junior school where the headmaster was Mr Hosfield; a disciplinarian but very fair. After school I would play football with my mates kicking the ball against the garage door of the original police station which was on the corner of Green street and Stanley street. Fond memories include: ...see more
My great great great aunt, Kezia Dedman, married John Rogers Herbert RA artist in 1833. They became Catholic converts in 1838. They had three children baptised at Holland Street Roman Catholic Chapel Kensington in 1838. I have never found my Kezia Herbert nee Dedman's Catholic baptism book. Even the Westminster Diocesean Archives cannot find it. But I know my ancestors both became Catholics in 1838. ...see more
I was born on Brixton Hill in 1937 but my family moved to Upper Norwood very shortly after. We were close to St Joseph's Catholic School on Crown Dale and had an idyllic time before we were evacuated to Peterborough. When we returned in 1946 St Joseph's was full so I had to go to Rockmount. Not a happy place for me apart from Miss Hansor who taught me most of my present vocabulary, and John Morgan and ...see more
Yes I remember Sandy. My mother was the Manager of the Co-op decorating shop opposite the Town Hall. It was called 'The Colour Centre'. One of her frequent visitors was Sandy, he would call in for a cup of tea whilst on his beat. As he was a tall man, so as not to be seen by any passers by, he would open the door to the stockroom, remove his helmet, and stand behind the door enjoying his tea. Fortunately, the crime rate was low in Walsall in this era, a real character was Sandy.
My family moved to Bodedern in the mid 50's & I have many fond memories. My father was the minister at Gilgal & I attended the local village school then Holyhead County School. Our headteacher at the local school was Mr Jones & at Holyhead, Mr Trevor Lovett. The village was a friendly place to live in & I had many friends; Selwyn Roberts, Gareth Jones, Evan Evans, Llew ...see more
My friends and I would climb what could have been the old gardy loo shaft inside the outer walls and scrump the orchard with alacrity. We had the run of the castle so I guess we did conquer it in a way... heady days indeed. I do remember about possibly the Normans stripping the bark of the apple trees because they could not take it... well, they were French weren't they!
I was born in 1937 but remember nothing of that year! We lived in Backworth, Northumberland where my father was the colliery engineer at the Maud & the Eccles pits. In about 1945 we moved to the village of Earsdon where I spent my early childhood. The village was on the top of a small hill and consisted of a main street and a church, St Albans, and churchyard. The village had its own ...see more
I also remember playing at Tay Mill lodge, I lived just up the road in Hesse Street and attended Higginshaw school until the age of 7. I have very happy memories of Hesse Street, I lived there from 1946 to 1960. The street no longer exists and industrial buildings adorn the site. I keep searching the web for photos of the old street but so far no luck.
Had morning tea here in 2010
I am the daughter of Doreen Smith, daughter of Frederick Steve Smith & Elizabeth Smith (The siblings consisted of Albert, Frederick, John, Violet, Nellie, Millie, Elizabeth or Lizzie who died of TB, Jim, Doreen). They lived at No.11 and then moved to No 5. Mum married Tommy Donaldson Beverley and moved to Gloucester when I was 6. My Grandfather Fred had brothers - Jimmy Smith, who used to live ...see more
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I remember Len Hughes very well; he was a friend of my brother Glyn. We lived at 50 Wynnstay Crescent in the cul-de-sac (the square). My younger brother is Owen.I was a friend of Len's younger brother, Alan, who worked at the colliery. The above website has been done done by Vic Davies, grandson of Victor Haynes, a friend of my dad, Thomas William Jones.Various people have supplied Vic with pictures for his website and he is looking for more. Eryl Jones
I was born and bought up in Normoor Road, Three Firs Way, Burghfield. I went to Blands, Garlands and then Willink. My mum, her sister and brother all went to Mrs Blands school on Reading Road in the early 50's. My surname then was Earley and I loved living in Burghfield, I still miss it but I still take my son over to the park in Recreation Road. I remember the coal man, Wellers van and Clifford milk float.
Lived at No7 Wolverhampton Road.. opposite Sammy Hall's butchers. Mum and Dad ran a shop out front and a car repair garage at the rear. No.1 was Coopers tailors... No.3 Baileys dry cleaners and No.5 I recall was owned by Mr & Mrs Edmonds who I believe ran a Midlands Counties Ice cream business. On the other side of us was the Travellers Rest Pub. Opposite were Reynolds Fish & Chips on the corner of Heath ...see more
Oh how I loved this pool in the late 60's early 70's despite the freezing cold water and the foot bath from the changing rooms. It was the place to be. We walked from home at Malthouse Lane through the Abbey fields down to the pool. Long hot summers spent sun bathing on the roof with friends from school, no parents just freedom and fun. I remember the kiosk which we queued at for ice creams, drinks and ...see more
Can anyone remember the church (methodist) you could go in from North Road or from Crossgate, across from St Margaret's Church! I remember the family living in the church house - the Parks (June/Madaline)?
Lovely childhood memories of Valley Road in the 1950`s, lived there from 1952 till 1956. I was one of five children living with my parents; my dad worked at the Tunnel as he called it. I remember getting chased off from wondering near the slurry pit. I remember the butchers van calling round the streets and giving us kids a free 'raw' sausage that I actually ate! I also remember taking the peelings for the chickens ...see more
I moved to 146 Warren Drive at the age of one and lived there till I was 18 years old. I went to Benhurst Avenue School then to Suttons Lane Secondary Modern. I remember the bomb dropping in the school gateway in Warren Drive, also of playing in the park. My friends were Betty Ward, Monica Sidey & Pat Craddock - they lived at 150/152 & 153. My father worked as a Storeman for W.C. French at Romford. My mother ...see more
My late husband had only just joined the RN & was put in charge of the mortuary!
We lived in the Peabody estate. 6M, 13U and finally 4A as the family grew from me to finally 4 children. We were very privileged and had a bath under a table top in the kitchen, originally heated with a boiler, coal fed. There was a range in the living room, coal again. When we were at 13U, 5 floors up, 64 steps - not easy for a 6+ year old to lug a galvanized bucket up from our coal store by O ...see more
Does anyone remember Coombe School? If you do can you leave a message on here. I think it is called Cheshire Homes for the Elderly. I was born in 1935 and am still trying to find things out about my past.
Anyone remember the bus ride to Sutton from Drift Bridge, via Banstead. Didn't the bus have to stop at the end of the road through Banstead before turning very sharp left? The bus ticket man had to get off and see the bus round the corner before jumping back on. Wow! Has it changed? I suppose it must have done. In the spring, I shall return for a holiday and a good look round and reminisce. 1949 onwards - I was 7 in 1949.
