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My name is Len Royle, I lived at 27 Ryder Street from 1950-59. I went to St James primary school from 1953-1959. In Ryder Street were other members of my family, at the bottom were the Shortmans, Uncle George & Auntie Ethel, cousins Pauline & young George. Further up the street was my uncle Tom and Auntie Alma & family, then a couple of doors away my grandparents. My parents were Len and Margaret ...see more
I've put 1980s down, but my memories of Rushden go back to the 1970s, my grandad ran the Works Dept in Newton Road for years and lived in the tied house attached to the Fire Station. I spent the whole of my summer holidays there in the 1980s, visiting the Feathers, King Eddy and various other pubs with them, and I learned to swim in the outdoor pool (we don't have them in Scotland for obvious reasons!). I also ...see more
My nanny and gampi lived on Banks Road in the 1960s. Nanny (Tilly Wilson) used to shell the shrimps in her kitchen. We would pay them a visit on our way down to Heswall shore and the shrimps would be piled high in the middle of the cold stone floor. My sister and I would sit and help but I don't think I've ever seen anyone move as fast as Nanny. Down on the shore, if the tide was out, we would take our sandals off ...see more
Two balls. Tennis balls in stockings. Playing on Bill Blackman's coal lorry and getting filthy. Runouts. Playing in the flats on the corner of Holyport Roard with my mates. The corner shop made the best ice lollies ever. Walking by the river behind the house. Staying out late on summer evenings. The Isley Brothers' 'Summer Breeze' stays in my mind always. My mum did the best egg and chips ever, my mates said she was ...see more
I was born in Edgware in 1939 at 66 Warwick Avenue. I remember the war years 1939 to 1945... Anderson shelter, Morrison Shelter. I remember the first time I saw ny father, when he came home from the war in 1945. And the victory party that was held in the street. There are so many memories I have of Edgware... Going to Holland House School, My Mom taking my brother and me shopping to the ...see more
'Woolworths' facia remained above their High Street premises throughout the Second World War with a 'Closed for the Duration' notice affixed to the boarded up windows. My mother regularly took me to the Kingston-on-Thames branch though so I, like most of the inhabitants of Weybridge, eagerly anticipated the 'Grand Opening' which I believe occurred sometime in 1946. A huge crowd gathered for the ...see more
My grandparents lived at "The Elms" a house built by my great grandfather who also build Fynnongroew Church - My grand mother Emily can be seen as a small girl in a Postcard of Fynnongroew out side "The Laurels" where she was brought up, probably taken about 1910-12.My grandfather Richard was Harbour master at Point of Ayr colliery during the war ( I think it was that time), my mother still has his ...see more
My grandfather James Head and his wife Mary were the first owners of Arreton and my father told me he used to play in the meadows at the rear of the house. He told me there was a river there where he caught roach, perch and pike. From early family photos it appeared that Arreton stood alone but when we visited the area a few years ago there were houses on both sides and opposite. It appears from family ...see more
I was born in Crystal Place Road Dulwich in July 1930. I did not know the full address until a few months ago. My family moved to Grove Park when I was six months old and my mother died in March 1932. My father died when I was thirteen. I never saw my birth certificate until I was much older and then it just gave my sex and date of birth - which made me seventeen days older than I thought I was. For many years I celebrated ...see more
Some time in the late 1950's, my best school friend's family moved to Ramsbury and ran the Post office. I used to catch the coach from London every year to stay with them during the summer holidays, and we had fun playing in the stream that ran across the bottom of their garden. Sadly, I have lost touch with my friend, Pat Hill. She had a brother, Colin. I now live in Australia and wonder if anyone knows what ...see more
When Seaham Hall was used as a T B hospital this extension was built at the side, we used to walk through the hall grounds on our way to the beach from New Seaham and the French Windows were always open and the beds wheeled outside even in the winter, we always felt quite sorry for the patients. Later on my aunty who was a nurse at the hospital contracted TB and ended up as a patient, she was in hospital for about two ...see more
I have an album that belonged to a member of my family in years gone by. In this album, my ancestor's friends have made drawings, sketches, ditties and paintings. There is a beautiful painting entitled "Chagford", which appears to be Holy Street Mill, painted by Edwin Jackson, 1911. If anybody would like a copy of this painting, then please contact me with your email address.
It was always a sense of adventure searching for new place to visit on our holidays - and certainly we found an idyllic spot just a mile or so outside the town of Cemaes Bay.
Mother had been staying with my younger sister who was in the final weeks of her pregnancy - so to give Mother a rest before baby arrived we took her with us, I contacted the owner of a house overlooking the bay - or rather - her ...see more
I grew up in Surrey Gardens, first at "Ceuta", then at White Croft. My father, Mr Crump, purchased the plot of land beside the footpath and the house was built 1947/8. During my childhood, Surrey Gardens was a rough road with many potholes, and our fathers became expert at mending our bicycles. The woods behind the houses on one side were our playground as was the Common beyond the ...see more
My Beginning, at Sole Street near Cobham Kent. (9th March 1946 - 2nd January 1951)
I was born on Saturday March 9th 1946 at 3.29pm at Temperley, The Street, Sole Street, Kent. I was delivered at home by the local midwife and our doctor and family friend, Maxwell Landau with my Nanna, mother's mother, in attendance.
There were many telegrams of congratulation including those from my ...see more
I lived at West Fleetham for some 6 years, my father had a small business there making fancy goods etc.I went to school in Seahouses by bus when the weather was OK. I spent may happy hours fishing in the Long Nanny burn, it was a great place to relax and forget things.
I would like to hear from any of my school friends if they are still about.
i live in Thailand now.
When I was a kid, aged between 5 and 11 (1950-1956), my paternal grandparents lived at 2 Werrington Bridge which was given a new postal address of 1551 Lincoln Road. I'd spend a couple of weeks here in the summer holidays, and I'd cycle all round Glinton, Peakirk, Werrington, Foxcovert Lane, Davids Lane and Hurn Road (to Marholm). Yesterday I made the trip back to have a look, the Railway Cottages proved ...see more
I remember when I was in my last year at Thorpe Hesley Junior School when I stood up in church and did a Christmas reading. I was absolutely terrified but can still remember most of it. It began "And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night, and lo...." etc. I was Kathleen Harrison in those days, I wonder if anyone remembers?
My sister Pauline and I used to come here with our mother, and sometimes father, on hot summer days, around 1948 to 1952 (age 6 to 10). We commuted three stops from Reading South in electric trains. I basically learned the transition from swimming a width under water to the same on the surface. Great bonding with my father since my mother was not a swimmer. We used to picnic though I believe there was ...see more
Late 1940s vague recollection. Does the name Bon Dolphi ring a bell with anyone out there, as possibly a tea/cake shop, possibly down on sea-front ? I believe it was in Eastbourne but I was only a nipper at the time so could easily be mistaken.
I well remember what seemed like an age, the summer holidays of the early 1950s. My brother and I would spend all day on the beach or after the harvest playing stage coaches with the bales of hay in the field in Stocks Lane. In 1953 Queen Elizabeth II had her coronation and all the village turned out to celebrate. My father was the man from the Pru at that time, but his part time job was a special constable and ...see more
I was born at 2a Brooklyn Street, better known as Peggy Alley, Cleckheaton. I grew up in was a wonderful place of industry, hence it's motto on the arms: Industry Enriches.
I was at Port Regis on two occasions - my sister was there longer than I. I was aware of cruelty but that depends on where you are standing. On many occasions I thought I was in Paradise! Possibly the girl you are thinking of was Kathy (who had very bad eczema), but Sister Mary Nerie was my nightmare. Remember the scarlet fever outbreak as have posted on another site, but none seem to link up. My sister is called Sheila if this rings anybody's bells.
My sister and I were both at Port Regis for Delicate Girls between 1957 -9 approx. Various memories (good & bad). Very hard to find a site that is just for this convent. Seems to split between a Broadstairs site. Various names crop up but none that I recognise.
We had for many years spent our holidays in the Lake District, and one day in the office, my secretary said "I know you love the lakes, but have you never thought of venturing across the border to Scotland?". I had to admit we hadn't, but there and then decided to perhaps plan the next year's holiday in Scotland - and that was when we discovered Killin, in Perthshire.
We rented a cottage in the ...see more
My mother gave life to me in Paignton hospital (now a hospice I believe) in July of this year (1947) and I spent much of my early years in and around this lovely little town. Not so lovely or little now but still grand to me. My memories of Paignton are too many and various to account for them all but one or two will do for now.
We lived at various times in Conway Road, in Headland Park Road, ...see more
I was born next to the United Dairies and the tube station. At night I could hear the horses in the stables and the trains arriving and leaving at the train station. There were also steam trains that worked the siding from time to time. I used to keep lists of the buses that went by: 617, 517,143, 609..... I went to Holy Trinty for a few years. I left East Finchley in 1954 when my family immigrated ...see more
My grandfather was a Highland gentleman who lived in Greenock for a short time, orginally coming from Luing, a small slate island. He came to this town during the war but going back periodically to the island. He brought my grandmother, their daughter and son who was my father Angus. My grandfather was a quiet studious man who worked here in Scott Lithgow's shipyard and took care of his family. Then we ...see more
It was December and Christmas was fast approaching my sisters and I were very excited as most children were, and wondered if Father Christmas had received our letters letting him know what presents we would like. I remember mine - a baby doll, book, selection box and a game, snakes and ladders. Father Christmas brought me everything on my list, my favorite being the baby doll. I remember wakening at 5.30am and ...see more
My family and I lived in 27 Bruce Street, Greenock, up in the attic flat room and kitchen, there was Mum and Dad and my sisters. My dad worked as a train driver and used to drive his train along the nold track on Wellington Street, sometimes stopping at the old bothy to make his tea. Sometimes he would ask me to ride with him in the engine, it was fantastic, what lovely times. When you used to see the tracks cross ...see more
I remember being a pupil at the little Buckfast school, now St Mary's primary. I presume it was the same then but can't remember. It was in the early to mid 1950s and I have a photo of what I think is a school play there. I think that I am in the photo but cannot be sure. Anyone remember milk tablets?
We lived in Buckfastleigh at the time, my mother, my sister and me. It was a very ...see more
The little child in the photograph is me, taken outside my grandfather's house in Cullipool, Luing on the Isle of Luing. My grandfather was Duncan McEachnie, my grandmother was known on the island as Bonnie Mary. I would dearly like to retire to the island some day and enjoy the peace and traquility for the remainder of my life. Unfortunately we (the McEachnies) no longer own any property on the island due ...see more
After my father died in 1984, knowing my dear mother's love of Scotland, we decided to take her to visit the beautiful Isle of Mull. At that time one was able to rent Cameron Farmhouse that was situated on the shores of Loch Buie, a wonderful location, close to the castle of Moy. Our party consisted of my husband and I, our daughter and her boyfriend, and of course Mother.
The farmhouse was ideal, four ...see more
Does anyone remeber playing under the arches at Stairfoot? It was great, we could play out in the rain because it didn't rain under the arches. I was born under them, the steam trains went over my house, what memories. Can anyone else remember those days?
I also queued in the shop for bread with my gran. Can anyone remember going in the public hall for dinner and Raynors cafe? Ooh, those pies...
I have been tracing the Dodsworth family tree and a lot of my research has brought me to the village of Thornton Watlass. The Dodsworths did and still own the hall so I'm hoping there may be some history to be found. If any body has any informtion or photos please, please get in touch at staceychristina@hotmail.com. Thank you.
My parents used to take me there after school sometimes on their half day off from Menheniot C0-Op in the 1950s and early 1960s when I was a child. It was a steep climb down to the beach from the road but worth the effort. Once a wave came in and washed our things into the sea and people scrambled to retrieve them, after that my parents always sat on the grassy bank! One Wednesday we arrived to find an ...see more
My mum was born in St Day, her mother was Annie Bassett and she married Antonio Gizzey. I was told he used to work in the mines and he made ice-cream. They had 4 children, Jane, Helena, Gwen and Harry. My mum was Helena (Lena), born in 1916. We used to go there nearly every summer for our holidays and I loved it. My cousin Margaret Tucker still lives there. My mum used to live opposite The Vogue Sleuth, but I ...see more
I remember when I lived in Pembroke Avenue, as a youngest but before that we lived in Crambrooke Road, Einton, then in 1967 on St Patrick's Day we left to emigrate to Australia, I have not returned there since then but still have family living there and keep in contact with them, they tell us all about changes, what is still there plus what's been demolished. It seems so odd that I can still remember certain things and places there but have never gone back.
left school at the age 15
went to school there from 1978 to 1986
Early ancestry of John Baker and Cathrine Ockley Baker from Worplesdon was in Pirbright. John Baker's father, another John Baker, was married and lived in Pirbright in the 1570-1590 period.
As a young student nurse at St Mary's Hospital, Paddington W2 - I recall fond memories of Joyce Grove where I undertook my initial six week training period, prior to joining the staff at St Mary's Hospital.
What a magnificent house it was, huge to a young girl from a three bedroom house in Hertfordshire. Large rooms, open fireplaces where one could imagine the open log fires ...see more
I was married at St Martin's Church on September 6th 1958, to Alan Haddrill. My maiden name was Crump and I lived in Surrey Gardens, Effingham Junction. The vicar was away so a replacement came from, I think, Clandon. He was late, and I arrived before he did! My father and I went in through a door at the front, under the tower, and my new husband and I emerged through the porch.
There had been a huge thunderstorm ...see more
I lived opposite the bus garage for many years (from 1949), my mum worked in the newsagents in the parade of shops (next to the garage) then at Lewis sweet shop at the clock-tower.
My dad was a coach driver for Margo's, Bexleyheath, for as long as I can remember.
I had a Saturday job at Barret's the shoe shop in the Broadway, we would go to the Silver Lounge for lunch and walk back eating our ice ...see more
I am fairly sure that this is where my grandmother - Julia Millie Crocker, grandfather William Crocker - and father Horace George Crocker b 1915 lived from about 1916 to at least 1920. Recently bought my ggrandmothers ( Julia Davis) death certificate - and she died at Cedar Grange, Caterham Valley in 1916. would be interested in any older photos of the house.
There has been a ferry at Woolwich for many centuries but the people of Woolwich complained in the 1880s that West London had free access across the River Thames by bridges so why couldn't they have free travel? The river was too busy to put a bridge over and there was not room to put in a tunnel so the newly formed London County Council decided to provide a free ferry service with boats large enough to accomodate ...see more
I was a 'student' at the institution from about 1948 to 1953. I remember some of the staff. Head master was Mr Higdon, Teacher of wood work and house master was Mr McFadon. there was Gov Reily, Mr & MrsCreasy, I think a Mr Banister. I also have an aerial photo of the institution which does show houses around the perimeter of an oval. I left there in 1953 to take up an apprenticeship with ...see more
During the war I used to go to Holy Trinity Church before it was bombed. The choirmaster was a Mr Choat, (not sure of the spelling), and he used to come and ask me to sing for the local gatherings in the hut where all the meetings took place and I used to go there for Church Parades when the Brownies and Guides went to the Church with the boys. Anybody remember Betty Crayford? would love to hear from you.
His name was Desmonfd Byrne and he used to live in Bray in the 1970s, working at the GPO (Dublin). I do hope that someone will read this, and understand my very unperfect English: I'm from Brittany and am looking for this lost friend Desmond Byrne, and don't even know if he is still alive. We were friends with Anthony Butler, from Dublin. I hope someone will help me give this 'memory' a 'happy end'. Can you help? If so, thank you so much. My email is leondubas@yahoo.fr.
I was born at 22 Mill Street in 1941 and attended Fairy Street School from 1945-1951 and later Gallowflat from 1951-1955.
What a wonderful picture this is, a lovely summer's day at the height of the summer season (by the look of the beach). The small shelter featuring in the picture disappeared overnight during a cliff-fall around the mid 1960s (a guess). We lived very close to this axcess point to the beach and my father heard the rumble of the fall.
I have many fond memories of Carlin How. My gran lived there, and I was born there. I was reading a quote from Jean Appleton Saul, her dad was my uncle. I am also part of that family and it brought back a lot of old memories, Jean was my bridesmaid in 1965. Later on they moved to Canada and sad to say I have not seen Jean or her brother Graham since they went. Hopefully one day I might hear from them but it was also ...see more
This was a familiar sight during the summer months. Health and Safety would put a stop to this kind of thing nowadays but back in the 1960s it was the thing to do. Lots of holidaymakers' kids would all rush to help push the crab boats up the beach. One of the crab boatmen would push the boat while his partner would throw the next 'skid or skeet' under the boat to roll it eventually to the the ...see more
A familiar landmark for anybody who knows Overstrand. This picture could have been taken from my old front garden down Cliff Road. When I first became interested in cricket (1964-5 ish) around the age of 9 or 10, I would be watching the BBC coverage of the test matches during the summer holidays. I worked out if was quick enough I could run down to the cafe, buy myself a choc-ice and be back in front of the TV during ...see more
Thanks to Mr T Richards for his historic knowledge of Overstrand, (and some delving into Overstrandonline) this is indeed the hotel which was built in 1903, suffered subsidence 1906, burnt down 1947 and subsequently fell down the cliff shortly after. Unless the sea has washed them away remnants of the holtel could still be found on the beach.
Hi, I just moved to Windygates from Cupar. Moved here on the 2nd of April 2010 in a wee street called Henderson Park.
Hi Who remembers the Post House coffee shop in Post House Wynd? The first time I went there I thought "this is it - I've made it!!". It was a great meeting place and everyone had such a good laugh. Brings back very happy memories. Then after a few years I progressed to the "Tavern in the Town". Sadly both premises have changed use now but the memories remain - aaahhh!!
I am looking for anyone who knows of any families living in the Westhill district of Dartford during the Second World War era. I lived on Morland Avenue when they got hit by the V2 bomb. I would love to hear from you.
Yours,
Clive Jeffrey, Cloverdale, Canada.
I lived in Lime Tree Road and I was called Rita Simmonds at that time. My gran and granddad lived in Lampton Road, at the Great West Road End. They lived in a terrace of cottages next to a large house which I think was called The Highlands, where my granddad had an allotment in the grounds. I went to the Isleworth Green School for Girls and my dad worked at the Gillette factory at Isleworth. I ...see more
Hello Anne Sorrell! I saw your reference to your forebear at Tyle Mill. I hold an ever-increasing Index for Berkshire Millers and Mills. I have your Thomas DOWNING at Tyle Mill in 1864, and 1869. Hope this helps! Do you have any further info about him and the mill? I would be interested to add further to my Index.
Thanks and Kind Regards,
Tom HINE.
I was Christened at Brimington Bethel Chapel in July 1945, for some unknown reason, on a Tuesday. From my early memories I recall attending Bethel every Sunday twice a day and either walking it or catching the bus from Ringwood for we lived in Holligwood. My first Sunday School teacher was Mrs Mayfield and I liked her a lot. Next to the Chapel was Bradleys Garage and Stuart the son was in my class. ...see more
I was twelve years old and a pupil at Brimington Boys School. The school was on Foljambe Road and was an old Victorian building, very frugal and cramped. I was in my first year at this school and I did not like it at all. The discipline was tough and the classrooms cramped. In the spring of 1957 we moved into the new school, which meant all the items in school had to be taken to the new building. All the ...see more
My name is Kevin Mears, I lived in Wickford from my birth in 1958 until I got married in 1980.
I shall describe my memories of Wickford in the 1960s and 1970s as a couple of walks around the Wickford area.
This walk starts where the Southend Road joins the High Street I start my next walk down memory lane. Starting to walk along the Rettendon Road towards Rettendon there ...see more
Continued from Part 2
On the south side of the fire station were a few houses and then a footpath that led to the other entrance to the recreational ground. Also in this area, Laburnum Avenue, were a lot of war time prefabricated houses, which were later demolished.
A little further on, on the left hand side was an old village hall type of ...see more
Continued from Part 1 below.
Next to Martins Bank was a record shop, where I remember going with my parents and standing listening to records in the small listening booths. Next to the record shop was a row of weather boarded houses, which were set back from the road a little further.
Opposite these was a row of old cottages and the ...see more
My name is Kevin Mears, I lived in Wickford from my birth in 1958 until I got married in 1980.
I shall describe my memories of Wickford in the 1960s and 1970s as a couple of walks around the Wickford area.
The next walk again starts at the Shotgate Baptist church and ends in the town.
Leaving the church, turn right in to Bruce Grove, then you immediately come to ...see more
I attended Tyler's Croft from 1959 to 1963. I have good memories of Tyler's including Mr Flint. He was a good and fair Headmaster. I was called into his office a few times, including when I cut classes. He had a mean cane. My parents knew him well since my brother also went there (1958 to 1962. Mr Curtis was the deputy head. I had him for Geography. Mr Horn - English, Mr Perkins - Music (I ...see more
My memories of Greyabbey date back to 1940 just after the Blitz when Mum and her 3 sisters plus one sister-in-law with a bunch of kids relocated to Cardy, a small community appox. 3 miles from Greyabbey. I was 8 years of age at the time and immediately fell in love with the countryside and its friendly and generous people. Times were tough then with the worries of war and just barely enough food to feed a full ...see more
My name is Kevin Mears, I lived in Wickford from my birth in 1958 until I got married in 1980.
I shall describe my memories of Wickford as a couple of walks around the Wickford area.
My first walk is from the Baptist church in Shotgate to the the C of E Infants School on Southend Road. Turn left out of the Baptist church, which I used to attend in my teens, and proceed along ...see more
I started Twyford, Church of England School in 1965 (until 1971) and this photo is exactly as I remember it was.
I remember a really nice guy with whom I was at school - Colin Mason (Col), his family owned a cafe in the village. I wonder if either it or he are still around. Our posse used to nip down there to meet girls or have a sneaky cigarette!
As a young girl, me and my friends used to go on the lake in these boats, we had such fun. It's such a shame it's not the same these days.
I remember your parents so well, running the shop. Your father used to add everything up himself out loud, and your mum was always so quiet and kind, with her long dark hair pinned up. And I remember they had a Ford Anglia car and I remember seeing them going out in their car on the afternoon the shop was closed, to the surrounding countryside and eating sandwiches. I remember Jennifer, she died of multiple ...see more
At the end of 1995 my family moved to Eudon Mill at Eudon George near Bridgnorth. The old timber framed house dating from the sixteenth century had been the original water powered corn mill and in the large grounds there was the ruins of a later eighteenth century water powered tower mill, which we understood had worked until the mid thirties and was demolished in the early fifties. The Borle brook ran through the ...see more
We moved from The Medway Towns in South-east of England in the early nineties to the West Midlands to go narrow boating on the canals. I worked for premier narrow boat builders Les Allen and Sons at Velencia Wharf in Oldbury and we bought a small seventeenth century cottage in Corngreaves road nearly opposite Corngreaves Hall beside what was then Clancey's Foundary and the river Stour. The Hall ...see more
My Grandparents were Charlie and Mary Solomon, they lived in Timaru House on the main road. They had five children Bert, Les, Evelyn, Geoff and my mother Gwen. My Aunt Evelyn married Edward Williams who was manager at the Co-Op and Uncle Les worked in the bakery. My mother was head buyer for the drapery department. My mother married a St Dennis man, Rex Harris, and went to live at ...see more
I was brought up in Menheniot and attended Liskeard Secondary during the early to mid 1960s, my maiden name was Harris. Sports days were always a big event at the school and very well organised. How fantastic that you went on to represent the county. I think I just about remember you. Mr Andrews was a wonderful Headmaster, a mild and considerate man who really cared for his pupils' well-being. I remember ...see more
I remember your grandparents and Sylvia. They used to visit Central Villas a lot. Sylvia was a friend of Florence and Walter Bennett (sister and brother). My parents Rex and Gwen Harris lived next door. I was wondering what had happened to Sylvia only recently. Seem to remember she married and had a daughter later in life. Sylvia and her daughter visited my mother at Hartmeade Estate and the little girl sang a ...see more
My first memory of Swithland Village goes way back to the days when I was very young. The war was over and we had become accustomed to Holidays at Home instead of going to the sea-side. My parents bought a chalet in what we called Swithland Woods but it was actually farm land that had been given over to accomodate recovering soldiers from WW 1. Chalets had been built and large tents were used to house the ...see more
