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Approx 1962 I had a weekend at Buckenhill Manor. I served with Ken Stewart at Boscombe Down when at week ends he was travelling around various book and agricultural fairs. As I remember it, his cousin and her husband founded Landsman Books. The husband died and Ken played a greater role in the business, becoming in effect a partner. The business expanded, Ken and his wife had a number of children as had his cousin ...see more
I was born in 1934 in a house next to Caldicotts (?) farm, where my mother would chat over the hedge to Mrs. Caldicott, who had three sons and a huge (to me) pond. It was exciting to be taken to their farm; the geese were alarming, and I always thought that the chain holding their watchdog might snap and he would be able to get at us! Opposite was Mr. Fields farm, with another pond which my little brother ...see more
In World War II I attended school in Stowmarket. My home was in the neighboring village of Needham down by the railway station, so I would catch the local bus at the Swan Public House and ride it to the Market Square in Stow. As the bus traveled north there were three other young children who joined the same bus, and on arrival we would walk to school together. (I was about eight years old at the time. ...see more
It is the 1960s, the Beatles and the Rolling Stones are the music everyone is listening to and three young eighteen year old boys with a tent and a boat and some basic camping equipment set off from Saltash Passage where they live to have their first holiday (without their parents) in Calstock, Cornwall. After a limited degree of preparation and strictly minimal organisation they cast off from their home turf ...see more
I was an American Airman stationed in Uxbridge and lived at 169 Swakeleys Road. This was a large house owned by Lillian Conway,(Steve Conways widow) who rented rooms to eight of us Airmen. I have many pleasant memories of my stay there. We enjoyed Mrs. Conways care for us, and she was an excellent cook. We paid thirty pounds a month for two meals a day and our room. I loved the many British people we met, and it was sad leaving them when time came to return home.
In 1951 a friend and I were keen on taking photos with our cheap cameras. We decided to go to the Air Show, at the Aero Club down the Board Sides. It was a lovely afternoon, but was on the breezy side. A large crowd was enjoying a plane doing manoeuvres. It came into a dive, slightly coming out of the dive, but went straight into the ground, people gasped. I thought it had gone into the Forty Foot River. We ran across the ...see more
This is the year I married Muriel Smeaton, also from " the colliery". We lived behind the butchers shop in Bede Street before moving to Peterlee. I joined RAF and moved away from the area but still remember the happy times we had in Easington. Dances in the Welfare Hall to Gilbert Ridley and his band being one of many. My two mates Tommy Elves and Bobby Carro l(both dead now I'm afraid). Relations still in the area are Mark and Dorothy Hewitson.
The building on the left is the Sun pub, which we used to visit when in the sixth form at Stanborough school in the 1970s . Our teachers used it too as it wasn't far from our school so we used to go there more on weekend evenings... We drank Courage Best and Directors at 34p a pint and got accepted provided we acted responsibly. In those days 'responsible' behaviour included sitting on the bridge, paddling in the river ...see more
My sister and I lived at the other side of the Muchalls crossroads on the road to Cookney, a little way from the village. There we had an idylic childhood of sorts (though we were far from well-off). We had the freedom of the countryside that we would roam most of the summer days on our bikes and a whole wood to ourselves to walk and explore. Then on one night it all changed. We both witnessed being beneath a strange ...see more
I remember sitting under these trees in the summer of 1976, with my mates and smoking some grass. Funny thing was, the only thing we got told off for was being on the grass, not smoking it. Obviously the New Towns Commission had their ideals in the right places...
My relatives in Eastwood were called Simpson. They kept the wet fish shop on Nottingham Road. There were Benjamin, Sally, Ada, Maud. Maud was married to Arthur Hartwell who kept the Machin and Hartwells shop next door. I used to stay with Maud who at that time lived at 15 Devonshire Drive, Eastwood. She used to take me to the wholesale market at Nottingham, when they needed supplies for the shop.
Lived in Gavestone Crescent prefab, school Horn Park, when prefab knocked down in 1968 moved to Strongbow Crescent in the top block of flats, enjoyed Eltham, its pubs, and close location to rail and buses. Left home in 1974, moving to Cantwell Road My mother and father lived on in Strongbow till 1999, my mother dying in 1993 and my father came to live with us till his death in 2004, he worked for Express Dairies all his life. ...see more
For years two well known Coasters came to Boston; one was the 'Lizzie and Annie', and the other was the 'Yarvic', their cargo was mainly wheat, or cattle cake. They would deliver their cargo to the B.O.C.M - British Oil n Cake Mills - which was situated at the bottom of St Anne's Lane, beside the river, opposite the old swimming baths, or Ranks Mill, in High Street. Other Coasters would come as well. Tugs would tow them ...see more
Although it was a fair walk or bike ride away from my Wembley Park home at Barn Rise, I regularly used to play tennis in this wonderful park, always around the time of Wimbledon when everyone rushed out to play. From memory there were both hard courts and grass courts and they were pretty well-maintained. I think there may have been a putting green too. I attended the Boys Brigade across the road at the Methodist ...see more
My Grandfather William Hazell came from Pentlow and was a legend in our family. the rest of his family spelled their name Hasell and there seem to be many in Pentlow going back to the 1700s. Grandfather William found himself in Pentlow and Foxearth area where he was born and had no work to provide a living for himself. He decided to leave Pentlow Hills area and walked all the way from there down to the village of Hazeleigh in ...see more
I remember about Kirkconnel/Kelloholm, everyone takes care of all children, my children used to go to Kelloholm Primary, they used to get bullied at first for being English, they changed their accent to not get bullied, no one knew they were English then, not that it should matter.
My grandmother used to tell me that I had the title of "Clarke of Sebergham" but couldn't tell me what it meant. She said I was decended from a Robert Clarke of Sebergham born in 1797 and his son James Clarke who married Annie Farrar. Their son James married my grandmother Emma Frances Godding. Very grateful if anyone can help in my research. Ian Clarke
I too was born at the Perivale maternity hospital in 1949, and at the time we lived in a prefab at Gurnell Grove somewhere near Cuckoo Hill I think, if anyone has photos of these prefabs perhaps you could email me one on: john.nicholls@sky.com. The hospital is no longer there and they have built houses on the site now. I'm not sure when this happened but I think it was in the late 1980ss. If anybody is ...see more
Corra Castle is situated at Corra Farm, a quarter mile from Kirkgunzeon. As a child I went to collect the milk churns with my dad in the lorry and around all the other local farms and then took them into Dumfries Carnation Milk factory.
I was born and brought up in Weaverham until I left to move to Altrincham with my new wife (and job). Over that 20 year period I have so many happy memories; too many to record in 1000 words. Lived in Lime Avenue all that time with brother, John, and sister, Liz until I married Sandra Doran (from Farm Road) in 1968. Best friends during my childhood were my brother John, then David Rattray, Paul Beech, ...see more
Yes Pete, those were the days. You will remember my brother John Anderson and also Eric Richards who have both been asking if I had heard anything of you as Johnny lives in France and Eric in Germany but they are both on facebook if you want to contact them. I loved the Bird Cage - Alnwick's first real club - many a good night was had. It then became The Duke's Club. Val (Anderson) Thompson.
Well, I don't remember then, but my father was born in the gatehouse or lodge in 1901. Does anyone have a photo of the lodge? Do they remember it or was it demolished before the 1940s/'50s?
I am looking for any information of the time I was training in U.S.A.F class 7 and my dog Rusty, Oct to Nov 1957. Mr Frickey was my trainer. I had spent two weeks in hospital of my 6 week course. Still came out 1. I do remember that Special Forces were traning there at the same time, and one evening we wanted to go into Salisbury and they invited us to go with them. I was all for it until they told us ...see more
I was born and raised in Llandarcy, where as for all the people whom lived there was a safe and friendly environment. I now live and work in Thailand as a teacher, but I still have found memories of my beloved Llandarcy. School holidays: When we used to camp-out on the mountains. Winter: When sometimes the snow was over two metres high. Bonfire night: When we used to spend weeks preparing the bonfire and where we ...see more
I remember the shop at Yarcombe was owned by a Mr & Mrs Harding. She always referred to her husband as 'Daddy', consequently the shop was known locally as "Daddy Hardings". It sold everything. The Blue Line buses from Londons Victoria Bus Station used to stop at the Yarcombe Inn. They would put out a big company flag when the bus was due.
Early 1960s - to present. I have this picture in my house because in the background on the hill are the tenement type flats I remember as a child. This flat saw 5 generations of holidays in the Port. I go back and visit every year and find it sad to see this building almost a ruin.
I drove past this building yesterday and am sad to see what an appalling state in which it has deteriorated. I remember this Hotel in the 1960s when it was a hive of activity with a full complement of staff (just a few months ago I met the lady who used to be the Housekeeper there for a few years). The building now looks dreadful, in an almost condemned state. It is a real ...see more
My name was Yvonne Davies, I was born in 1958. My mother's name was Mary Davies (nee Meredith). My mother lived at 33 Clarence Place, Maltby. My grandparents were Polly and Mo Meredith. I was born in No. 2 Clarence Place. I have an older brother called Paul. We left Maltby when I was quite young and went to live in the outskirts of Leeds. I have fond memories of Maltby, my grandparents and my stepfather's family ...see more
I used live halfway between Eastcote and Pinner and used to pop over to see school friends in Pinner. One of the boys lived in the old High Street and his dad was a tailor. Age catches up with me and I think his name was Stuart (Stewart) Clegg. Anybody remember the tailors shop, it was there back in the early to mid 1960s till I moved oop north.
Hi, I would just like to add that the old photographs in this collection of Beverley, Market Places, are indeed old photographs of Saturday Market. That is, all except B80045 which is a photograph of Wednesday Market. The Fiveways Cafe in Wednesday Market was named Fiveways as you can arrive at it from five different roads.
Does any one remember me? My name is Robert Cox. I lived at 47 Sheridan Road right next to the lane that went down to the tip (now built on). I went to Upper Horfield School and I still remember my first day at the school in Miss Heap's class, the music teacher was Mrs Greenslade. I can still recall the smell of freshly picked flowers in their vases at the school in the spring. My next door neighbour on one ...see more
I also have memories of St Nicholas, and was a pupil at the school from 1949 aged four, till 1952. Miss Garrard was the headmistress, and I seem to remember she was very kind. I had a kindergarten teacher who was absolutely horrible, very spiteful. I can't remember her name and I wonder if anyone else does. I do remember watching with another pupil, from the top of the staircase, her being taken to hospital ...see more
I was born in 1956 in Clydesmuir Road, no.123 funnily enough, 3rd child of 6. Unfortunately we relocated in 1966. The years though very poor were very rich in family friends and happiness as much as a young child then understood it. We could go out on a Saturday all day with very little money or none and a sandwich of whatever leftover there was to find in a pantry, jam etc., with no fear nor worry of our world. We had a ...see more
I remember being in the last year at Whitings Road School, and having our school 5-a-side picture taken on the back steps of the school. It is the earliest colour photo taken of me and the team, and I still have it. I remember John Brennan, John Hill, who turned out to be a pretty good footballer, John Hanratty who, for a skinny lad could boot the ball over 3/4 of the length of the pitch, myself, ...see more
I attended the above school for quite some time. Unfortunately I do not have a photo. I too went to Broadstairs in 2009 to try and find this school but had to give up. I was wondering if anyone had a photo they could send me, I would be most grateful. Being at this school from 4 years old, when I came back it was like coming home.
I shall always remember the old park with great affection. The first time I remember walking through I would only be about five years old; there was a dead blackbird lying on the ground, I gently put my foot on it and it squeaked. I remember ducks swimming in a dyke, the water used to go under a bridge, I sat on that bridge many times, in later years The war came, they destroyed a big part of it and erected Nissan Huts ...see more
The rightmost building was a Cinema, don't ever remember it being a church. There was a Methodist church just off camera to the left on Sulyard Street. Dr Ruxton's of course was empty from 1935 till the City Council made it into offices, not sure when - 1980's?
Scene of the tragic suicide of one of the first trans-sexuals.
De Vitre was a public benefactor I think. A ward at the mental hospital was named for him.
Was there an internment camp for Enemy Aliens here in 1914?
Cable Street of course from "Ship's Cable" street, there were shipyards here a long while ago, and ropeworks too.
M for "Malefactor" (evil doer). In Court an accused would have to swear on the Bible in right hand and hold up his/her left hand. If the Judge saw the brand, the punishment would usually be more severe.
The building behind and to the left is the home of Dr Ruxton, who killed his wife and maid in 1935, chopped them up, and distributed them around Moffat in Dumfries. They hanged him, of course, and the bath where he chopped them up was taken to be a horse trough at Preston Police HQ.
Such a familiar sight - the High Street with what looks like a number 47 RT AEC bus approaching. I actually lived in Coney Hall, but Bromley was only a 5d ride away (or 6d to the North if going to the Odeon or Pullman cinemas). My first ever visit to a cinema was in Bromley (The Gaumont) to see "A Shaggy Dog Story". There were visits to the New Theatre for the annual pantomime; there was the overpowering ...see more
For many years a horseshoe lay in the centre here. It was rumoured to be where John O'Gaunt's horse cast a shoe!
1911. The celebrated Bingham murder by poisoning mystery. They were keepers of the castle. LOOK IT UP. A fascinating case.
The railed monument left of the tower contains a statue of a recumbent lady. Us kids said it was the tomb of a woman who fell or jumped from the tower. Never did find out who it really was. Anyone else know?
Market Square and its subterranean (underground) toilets on the left. They always used to smell ghastly! A couple of years after this, Market Square became almost a Bus Station, with stops for all city destinations. The big "CAFE" sign was the Cinema (Empire?) now WH Smith.
Proper name is the Royal Albert Hospital, not as we used to call the "looney bin". It is the second Asylum in Lancaster, the other being the Moor Hospital, or County Mental Institution. I worked in the kitchens here. A very spooky place full of gloomy atmosphere.
Green Ayre railway station on the left, with the Greyhound Bridge curving across the river. The bridge is now a road bridge. Most of the station is Sainsbury's supermarket, car park, and a riverside park "heritage centre".
This is the Old Building, showing the Headmaster's house, and boarding house. The teaching part, "Big School" is hidden by the tree. The New Building was built across the road. The School has now expanded enormously, and is co-educational! Not when I was there!
We lived in Coney Hall and tended to shop in Bromley. As such, believe it or not, a trip to Croydon was a real treat. Kennards, Alders, the market .. what excitement. To cap it all I might catch sight of a trolleybus (654,630 I believe). You can just see the wires at the top of this picture. Sadly I don't think we ever had the need to travel on one.
This is Crook of Lune railway viaduct, between Halton & Caton. Penny Bridge is a road bridge, from Halton village to former Halton railway station.
What a great picture of Hayes High Street - brings back so many memories. I lived in nearby Coney Hall from 1953 to 1976. As a child it was 3d to get to Hayes Station on the 138 bus. I recall Woolworths (bottom right) had one of those big red weighing machines outside that dispensed a picture card ( a series on steam engines I think) with your weight printed on it. My mum bought me the first yoghurts I ever ...see more
I have fond memories of living down Brecks Lane for the first 7 years of my life. I remember walking down the lane past Brecks farm down to the Billy woods with my mother and our pet corgi..Bunty we called her. My dad was a lorry driver for a firm called Townend and Williams..they had a warehouse next to the Star pictures..I remember him taking me with him now and again to the fruit market at Hull ...see more
Unfortunately I have never ever been to Stairfoot. However, my mother, Mary, was born there in June 1920 and was the 5th of 7 children born to William and Emily Tooley. From what I gathered from my dear mum prior to her death in 1998, my great-grandfather owned a shop of some sort in the village. Behind this shop was a field which it seems is still called Tooley's field. Does anyone remember them at all ...see more
Relating to the two little girls standing in the street, the one on the right is Nellie Davy, my aunt. She was the eldest child of Harry and Mary Ann Davy (nee Ferrett). Nellie and three other siblings were born at Butts but between 1906 and 1908 the family moved to Providence House (now named St. Christophers) where four other children were born. Here Harry ran a grocery business from one of the front rooms and ...see more
I well remember "Stasher" (Murray) the PE teacher and at the time I thought he was a real "sadist" but, on reflection, I have to thank him for instilling in me the fact that physical exercise is "nae bad thing". I also remember the excellent crafts teachers Mr. Robertson who taught metalwork right next door to my favourite teachers Woodworking class, Mr (Geordie) Wotherspoon - a most excellent teacher who ...see more
l was born in Wisbech in May 1957, me and my mates were always down by the docks. We were always playing there and we used to do alot of fishing there as well. l can remember the building the round one, l think it was the gas works. I have lovely child hood memories of being young and running wild. Alan, the Netherlands.
I remember the Co-op milk and bread deliveries and also the laundry being sent off, mainly the sheets and towels as we had no washing machine or central heating so washing and drying was a problem especially in the winter. The river Cole would flood the back garden regularly. I also rememember the Co-op shops, butcher and grocery shop in Baldwins Lane and walking there regularly. Later my mother ...see more
I was born in Curzon Avenue in 1953 and moved to Amersham Road in 1958. From a very early age my mother used to send me to the crossroads to do the shopping for her. Every Friday after school I used to go to Fords the grocers with my shopping list for the week, collect all the goods, pay for them and then walk back via the sweet shop to spend the 3d (that's about 1p) that my Mum gave me. Fords ...see more
We could get into the church by crawling under the main door, that's if you were thin enough. The church steps were well worn down, to think how many years it took to wear away is mind boggling. We used to play amongst the furniture that came out of the bombed houses in Liquorepond Street. I went into the false roof once and found an old newspaper, it had turned yellow, dated in the eighteenth century, I threw it ...see more
Not exactly a memory - but my 7th Great Grandfather on my Maternal side, RICHARD TURNER, was a "Woodsman of Howbrook" (circa 1647 to circa 1717). Anyone out there with a link? His father was THOMAS, and his Grandfather LAURENTIOUS. His son RICHARD and grandson CHRISTOPHER were also Woodsmen (Charcoal Burners/Wood Colliers)
When I worked at Fentocraft in St Johns Road it was a small factory that did hand painting on glass and pick-a-sticks, a game. We always had a Christmas party, they would put a table down the middle and our bosses, a M and Mrs Bound, provided the food, always a turkey and all the trimmings, even wine, which we never had at home, with our lunch. They even gave us all presents, not just one, of which I still have a Hummel ...see more
I was born at Bradwell on Sea waterside in 1958 and remember the quay very well. Much of my growing up days were spent playing on the very quay in the photo. In the summer we would leap into the water from the quay which was by then furnished with a steel frame which we called the bars. Bradwell waterside was a great place to grow up in, as was Bradwell. My family have all moved from Bradwell now but we all ...see more
Contributor Mr Sosgez remembers basket weaving in Thornton Heath. This was almost certainly Tom Mason Ltd in Norbury Road. It was run by Mr George Newton and occupied premises that had been a United Dairies depot and stables. The shop front was in Norbury Road next to Mr Cowell's newsagents and barbers shop, with the works stretching quite a long way back with a side entrance letting out onto ...see more
I was lucky enough to attend Bede Hall. We had a terrific staff team in those days - Clive Bell, Peter Dixon, the late Annie Woodward et al. The whole experience was mind blowing, as the mix of administered and self discipline was a whole new ball game. I have to say, it worked very well at the time, although educational policies seem to have been in a rapid downward spiral ever since. What a shame! The ...see more
I am from Holyhead, left at 17 years of age to join the military police, served 22 years, had a second career in security, protection, worked in media, met several VIPs and worked for Middle Eastern royalty, retired as a security director of a local security company in Farnborough. I have decided to write a book about my childhood, schooling, service in the army and my life to date. The ...see more
Hi, I am Joan Bean, formerly Edwards. I lived my childhood and teenage years at Market Crescent. The things I remember as a child are standing on top of the railway bridge and letting the steam of the railway engine blow all over you as it passed below, also a bit more adventureness was sliding down the pit heaps on tins, also Saturday morning with all the shoppers coming to Wingate, Neilsons Bazaar. Another ...see more
1978 was the date I left Sellyoak to live in Wales. I have a lot of fond memories. I was born at 132 Raddlebarne Road in 1965. My mother was called Sheila, she sadly passed away last year, My grandparent were Edith and Osbert Kimberley. As a kid I used to love going down to Bournville with them and walking down to the park with my grandfather. There used to be an antique shop on the same road I lived on, owned by ...see more
Friends of our family once lived in Railway Cottages, Bexhill Road and in those days when you were young and your families were friends you tended to call the adult members 'uncle' and 'aunt'. Their real names were Harry and Rene Eaton. I used to stay with 'Uncle Harry and 'Aunt Rene' during school holidays, and what a treat it was, because Uncle Harry was a signalmen at Bo Peep Junction. I used to go ...see more
I too lived in Ramillies Park between 1969 and 1971 (185 Ramillies Park,) and went to Talavera. I remember getting the bus from North Camp with a pink bus pass up to the top of hospital hill, walking up past the old officers mess, past the water tower and down the hill to the Naafi at the bottom of the hill. After a little bit of sweet shopping would head into the playground. Yes, I remember the two ...see more
We lived at Lower Cranmore Farm, I remeber starting in the village school when I was 5yrs old, it was quite a long walk to school, people were allowed to let animals run loose on the common in those days, I remember the Frankhams having a dun pony that we often used to see, also the Lovejoys carthorses were often seen out on the common too, those were the days ! I stayed at the school until it closed, then we were all ...see more
My father Edward Potts was born in Kibblesworth in 1900 his brothers were William Potts, Noble Potts and his sister was Hilda Potts. All the brothers were miners in Kibblesworth. When dad married we moved to Birtley but used to visit Uncle William fairly regularly usually on a Sunday when we would walk from Birtley and up the railway wagon line into the village. It made our walk a little shorter. ...see more
When we were at school we spent a lot of our time in the summer down the marsh, a poor man's Skegness. We had some wonderful times, swimming in the creeks, that's where I learnt to swim. One time we decided to go over the otherside of the Welland at low tide. We waded across it, four of us, a large dredger was tilted on its side at that time. We must have walked two miles when we saw a man in a boat in a creek, he asked ...see more
25/01/1946, Mosquito VI, TA502, 13OTU. Hit high ground near Shildon, Co. Durham while flying through cloud. I found this info while looking for something else on the net, hope it helps.
I purchased this nice old book in a town in Australia today, and inside there was a little certificate: "Holy Innocents Kingsbury Sunday School Prize - Awarded to Richard Francis - Ist Prize - Boys Division, Class I, Christmas 1903" and signed by the vicar (A G Locke? I think it says). I just found this very interesting and was wondering if anyone had any other information about it. (I'm a historian; I love these kinds ...see more
My mother was evacuated to Bishop Nympton ( but going to school in South Molton) She arrived with her mother and her brand new baby sister sometime during the War...I don't know the year right now, I need to find out. They were ultimately taken in by the gentry living in Whitechapel Farm in Bishop Nympton, who I believe were Stewarts of Lloyd & Stewart steel-making fame. My mum and her family lived above the ...see more
My mother was Ellen Rosekilly, she was born at Malton Colliery in May 1906, she was one of a large family. Her brothers worked down the pit. One by one they left and moved on. My Aunt Louisa continued to live there right up until the pit was closed and she was rehoused in Lanchester.I as child during the Second World War was evacuated from London to my aunts in Malton to escape the bombings. I ...see more
I was born on Doncaster Road, Denaby Main. I remember my granny taking me to Cyril Scott's farm for a bale of straw for the hens in the push chair, he always had a big horse in the stable, and there were 3 old railway carriages down Ferry Boat Lane, one of them was painted pink and white and was lived in by an old lady who sold flowers, the others were derelict. The village shop was a converted poultry shed and still ...see more