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Limekiln Lane camp site is a special place for me, my grandparents spent many happy holidays there in the 1950s. Once their children arrived they went along too. Jaqueline and Harold had children of their own, I am one of those children. I have six children and every year we return for a fortnight, my children adore this special place. It holds lots of special memories for me and my family. My uncle now owns a ...see more
Miss Cary was short and stout with grey hair in a bun. She always wore a cameo brooch on a white silk blouse, grey skirt and sensible shoes. She was kind and patient, she was also my first teacher. One day as the mothers picked up their children she announced, 'Tomorrow my class is going on a day trip, the children will need a packed lunch and two shillings', and that was that. The next morning we arrived ...see more
I was a pupil starting in 1952 at the knowledgable age of 11. I used to walk every morning from Whittle Drive on the Scott Estate, I was there 4 years then went on to Bootle Technical College when I was 14. Of the teachers I can only remember one, a Mr Fogg for Tech drawing, could have been a Mr Thomas or a Mr Clegg. Anyone seeing this check out my homepage www.familyfinch.com
I was one of a group of motorcyclists (the Lilacs) from Ormskirk who used to ride up Church Street, together there would have been 12-15 bikes, these were loud to say the least with the echo from the buildings in this narrow street. Now I think the residents must have been not amused. If anyone else sees this and was a member check out my homepage, or anyone that knew me. www.familyfinch.com
My two brothers, my sister and I were evacuated from London to Great Bedwyn at the begining of the Second World War.We were billeted in the vicarage opposite St Mary's Church, the vicar's name was Mr Phillips. My sister Joan was later billeted with Mrs Downton who lived next door to Police Sergeant Stokes. I have so many happy memories of life in the village. I worked for Farmer Kerr at harvest time, leading ...see more
My father worked on a construction site at Tilbury I think it was, so our family moved from Thornaby to Corringham. We lived in a trailer on a farm just behind the Bull Inn, right next to a school. There was a lane between our caravan and the school and this trail lead up to Fobbing Hill. I remember the land we sat on was on top of a deep gully, and I mean big deep gully. I used to walk from our ...see more
Pat (nee Gilbert) and I were married at St. Stephen's church Sneinton in Nottingham July 1960. We arrived in Gloucester the same afternoon to be met at the train station by our hosts for a 3day honeymoon, they were the owners of the Black Horse Inn in Cranham. We have wonderful memories of the village the church and of Prinknash Abbey. We still have a beer tankard we purchased at the Abbey in thier famous dark grey ...see more
We used to live in Hempstead Street. My granfather was the local milkman. I often rode on the back of his horse and cart, does anybody remember this, or have photos of 20 or 22 Hempstead Street? I would love to have just one.
I lived as a toddler in Kings Road, Cowplain, between 1958 and 1963, in the days when it was a cul-de-sac. These photographs really bring back memories. If I'm not mistaken, the small building on the right of the Spotted Cow was a doctor's or dentist's surgery - I remember trembling there waiting to get injections as a 5 year old. One shop on the main road I remember was a sweet shop near the ...see more
My sister and I were evacuated to St Merryn in 1940. I was aged 6 and my sister aged 11. We lived in Bermondsey, London. I shall always remember our first night in St Merryn. We were sitting in the School Hall,and were the last to be allocated. This was because my sister had been told by my mother, that we were not to be parted. Eventually a woman with two children approached us, and said we were to go ...see more
I visited my aunt and uncle for many years during the summer holidays. They lived in the house on the left of the photo. Their names were Charlie and Anne Jones. My other aunt lived nearby on Gumstool Hill. Her name was Kate Chappell. I have fond memories of my visits to Tetbury as a child.
I spent my teen years during the late 1970s and early 1980s at Church Farm Caravan Site. We spent our days wandering the site or walking to the Crab and Lobster Pub at Sidlesham. That was before the harbour wall was put in, and you would have to check the tide times or risk a very long return journey. My brother Robert spent far more time at Pagham than I did, thinking it was a pretty uncool place to be ...see more
I lived in Millbrook from 1950 to 1974ish. A great place to grow up in, and I have many, many great memories from my childhood.
Does anyone remember being in the school choir when we recorded 'And The Glory of the Lord' in St Stephens Church? Harvey M played the organ [complete with deliberate mistake] and we were recorded on an enormous wax disc. We could buy the record for about 9 shillings I think. I was so proud of mine but it disappeared many years ago, and I do wish I still had it. No one believes I could sing! Happy days. Ann [Spencer]
We moved to Ickenham in early 1960s and attended the parish church of St Giles. It is a very old church, once belonging to the estate of Swakeleys House, and is on the corner of a very busy T junction, but when inside it is very quiet and peaceful with memorials to the Vyners family on the walls. I sang in the choir on Sundays. In 1972, my husband Bob, and myself were married here. It was a very hot day for the ...see more
I remember my happy childhood in Brighton Road so well. We lived at 114, heading toward the Portsmouth road. My grandfather had built the house. It lay back from the road. Mr and Mrs Harper ran the paper shop that had a telephone cubicle in it. There was a shop next to the Black Lion that sold lemonade for a penny a glass. My friend Susan Dunford lived further down the road, we would wander and play ...see more
When I was six, I moved into 'Our Boy's Cafe' with my mother and grandfather. My uncle, aunt and cousin also lived with us in the accommodation above. It was the last cafe of many along Dock Road, Tilbury, so we had to work really hard to build up a good reputation for a varied menu of good home cooking for the dockers who deservedly needed and expected a square meal - and fast! The first morning ...see more
I was sent to a childrens' home in Stroud in 1955/6 and left in 1959 as my mother had TB of the lung and was in the nearby Standish Hospital. I have quite a few memories of this home - not all of them good! I am not sure whether the home was called Rodborough or Roxborough house but it was situated on the edge of Rodborough Common and there was an infants/junior school at the end of the drive. I would love to know ...see more
Like the young cool girl who remembers the Hollies at the Market Hall on a Saturday night, I too found live music there. I think me and a school mate (from Radnor House School for boys) called Hank Jell, so named after Hank Marvin, attended on its opening night. We saw Nero and the Gladiators supported by Tony Rivers and the Castaways. The next year or two we saw Screaming Lord Sutch and the Savages, Johny ...see more
A cousin found an old Birthday Book in which the names of some people from Thorpe Bay feature. We wonder if these were family members: Eileen Wells, 11 Plas Newydd, Thorpe Bay, Essex, Birthday February 28. Mrs. Day, 10 Plas Newydd. May 14. Miss A Wells, 11 Plas Newydd, October 14. Alice Wells, 11 Plas Newydd, October 28. We are hoping that they are connected to the Hesk family, and would be happy to hear from anyone who may know of them. Thank you, Ivy Trott in South Africa.
In about 1949 my family brought the fried fish shop at number 3 Station Approach, Ashford, Middlesex. I was about three years old at the time and my earliest memory is of driving my pedal car between the tables and chairs in the shop. My father had a secure job in the office with London Transport at Chiswick, so did not give it up. My mother ran the shop during the day and dad took over in the ...see more
My father Emlyn was born in October 1899 in Solva, Pembrookshire. I'm not too sure when they moved to Caerau, but I was the 4th (born 1929) of 5 (4 of whom are still living) children who were all born in Carmen Street, Caerau, to Elsie who was my mother. We moved to Abingdon in 1932, where I still live. My first memory of many holidays I had in Caerau was in 1946. I was 16 and was met at Bridgend station by my ...see more
What a lovely surprise for us youngsters from Northbrooks - a beautiful new place to swim! No big scary fish or slimy weedy things to twist around you in those early days. My adventurous brothers even rode their bikes over the iced-up water one winter ... until one went under and had to be rescued by the rest! Happy days!
I was born on Woodville Street in 1945 and can remember all the back to back houses and all the shops below the parish church down to the bottom of Carr Lane, Annie Dawson's, the Co-op, Traveller's Rest etc. I bought most of the books on Windhill which were published by the Windhill Memories Group but unfortunately they were miss-placed when we moved out to Australia in February 2008. I would be interested in swapping stories of the Windhill I knew.
Unfortunately Barming doesn't go down well in my memories, I was only a child but I remember going with my dad and brother to what I thought was a hospital but it wasn't, my mother was locked up there several times and I found out much later she is a manic depressive and it was an asylum she was in called Oakwood, does anyone else remember this place?
I worked as the kitchen porter at The Castle Inn, Lulworth in 1966. I was nineteen years old and thought it would be good to spend the summer by the coast. As I thought of myself as a bit of an artist I would have the Dorset countryside to inspire me. I wasn't a very good artist, but I looked the part with full beard, corduroy jacket and a guitar that I couldn't play. This was pre-hippie and ...see more
I remember many very happy hours in the wonderful library. Besides the books the wonderful architectural details, the grand staircase and all the lovely dark rich wood everywhere. The new library may have more space and all the modern facilities but by comparison it is soul-less and cold.
I remember attending concerts here between 1969-1974; especially 'Buddy Rich and his Orchestra'. The best of these being the year that Johnny Dankworth and Cleo Lane were in the audience and we ended up with 'extra time' and a wonderful impromptu encore .. what a memorable evening.
The 18+ social group used to hold meetings here. Previously they used to be held in rooms in the Blue Anchor nearby.
I remember attending the Registry Office which was part of Taberner House to notify a death of a family member. Also to get married.
Between year 1962-65 I seem to remember that the Denning Hall was used on at least one occasion for Lanfranc Girls's Prize Giving Ceremony. I also think the Fairfield Hall may have been used as a venue. I remember one year receiving prizes from Mrs Godfrey Talbot. I was a member of the school choir which would perform during the course of the evening ceremony.
I was born in Tunbridge Wells, but my parents had a flat in Riverhead and we moved to London Road, Riverhead when I was a baby. My grandparents lived at the Heights, next to the church. I remember the steps the way they are in the photograph, but also I remember when there was only the one road through Riverhead and there was a row of houses opposite us which were all pulled down when I was very young and the new ...see more
Does anyone remember the very cold November of 1969? I think it was on the 20th that I was riding my motorcycle on the frozen mere. If anyone took a photo I would love a copy.
My father Gordon Thomas was born in the adjoining cottage which is now part of the tea garden I have many memories of the people and the surrounding area. My dad passed away on the 1st Oct 2008 and I made a sentimental journey back home. I did what everyone else seems to do, I popped in to see Aunty Vi. She is fantastic, the tea room would not be the same without her.
My grandparents lived here. My grandmother ran the shop and my grandfather was a carpenter in Hythe. I have very happy memories of sitting behind the big glass fronted cabinet on a stool, taking the customers' money and giving them their greenshield stamps. I remember a very old fashioned grocery shop near The Bon Marche with wooden floorboards and high shelves with tins on. The cashier was in the middle of the ...see more
We arrived in Castle Hedingham around the turn of the year 1964/5, Mum, Dad, my three little brothers and myself. Our newly built house was just out of shot to the left of this photo of Pye Corner. Mum & Dad's friend Tony owned the white Alvis car parked on the green. We were very excited be in our big house. It was a cold winter and Mum was trying to get us settled in. Like all ...see more
Ever since I was a young boy I had an interest in knowing where my grandmother was born. She was born 1883, the youngest daughter of James William Funge and Annie Hayward. Sadly she passed away in Christchurch, NZ in 1963, reaching there as a war bride in 1918 after marrying my grandfather Percy Gourdie, at Wadhurst Parish church 27 April 1918. In 1966 I started working as a shipping clerk and my goal ...see more
I lived in Tulse Hill from around 1970 to 1990, at first on the Tulse Hill Estate (Booth House) and then Gaywood Close up the hill. My abiding memories centre mainly around my time at Dick Sheppard School - now sadly just a memory - and especially the time my gang had a fight with another school in Herne Hill one lunch time that eventually escalated into a pitched confrontation in Brockwell Park ...see more
My father was a serving soldier, serving at the RAOC camp until 1948. We lived in the YMCA building in the camp itself and it had a large functions hall attached where one of our officers once entertained the children at Christmas with a magic show. I remember the huge and long-lasting snowfall that stayed around for months into 1948 and the glaring red sunsets over the Cumbrian hills. I went to school in ...see more
I believe the Watney’s pub on the left of the picture was The Red Lion. In 1962 I was a lad of sixteen and worked at Blundells Shoe Shop. From the photograph this would have been behind the cameraman. I live in America now and pubic television show a lot of repeats of Are You Being Served, it reminds me of the time I was a shoe salesman in Hounslow. With the senior assistants getting first choice of the ...see more
We lived from 1963 - 1972 in Wickford, all of us 3 children going to Wickford Junior school up Market Road. I can recall a man who used to paint lead soldiers from his house near the school. From 11 years of age I remember working at Tilbury's the Butchers shop on a Saturday for 10 shillings for the day. The shop was located at the bottom of the High Street. I also used to play tennis att he Wickford ...see more
I remember the houses opposite St.Theodore's as my cousin Veronica (Non) lived in one and the "Turners" (Pat, Shirley, Roy and others) lived next door. These houses had front doors in Higher Church St, while the back doors were accessed from Lower Church St. I lived in Lower Church Street until I was 20, then married and moved to Alexandra Road, opposite the Memorial Hall (now demolished and ...see more
I went there briefly. I have fond memories of the The Red Lion Pub and exploring the underground tunnels, that were boarded up. The fog every morning helped me to sneak back in when I had stayed the night out. I attended the American high school. Paul
In 1952 this beautiful hotel was owned by the Scottish Cooperative Wholesale Society (SCWS) and represented a weekend retreat for people who could afford it. I'm not very sure what that meant but that's how it was told to me by someone who knew. I remember it for another reason - during the winter of 54-55, I got the job of delivering the weekend morning milk for the local Coop. This involved rising at ...see more
The bridge from which this photograph was taken was a "humpitty-backed" stone bridge where a pair of arches spanned the river and a smaller arch crossed the "lade". The bridge was in service from about 1840 until the new bridge was constructed in about 1954. The strange outlook is caused by the semi-damming of the Allan Water to take off water for the "Kork'n'Seal" factory which used the water to drive its machinery. ...see more
Sixty-four years after the photograph was taken, little had changed when my father Donald Macdonald a resident of Bridge of Allan was buried at the Logie Kirk graveyard just the Ochil's side of the Craig. My Dad was a bus driver for Alexander's and on the day of his burial the roads to Logie Kirk were jammed with single and double-decker buses from Alexanders as almost the entire staff of ...see more
I was sent by my mother as an evacuee to stay with her sister Lilian to get away from the bombs dropping over Wimbledon during the war. My Uncle Wilf and Aunt Lill lived above the Tylers Shoe Shop in Langold. Uncle Wilf (Scotney) was the manager of this shop and also of the one in Doncaster. I started school in Langold in the infants 1942/43 just before I was five years old. Uncle Wilf sang in the church choir along ...see more
My friend and I would go on numerous bike rides around Formby, Southport and Crossby. We came from Bootle and as we were only 12 years old these bike rides seemed to be a trip into another world. I moved to Australia later in life, the memories seem even more beautifull and bright than they may have been if I did not emigrate. I remember our trip down Stanley Road, Braisnose Road, Crossby Road and ...see more
I attended Rosary Priory in the fifties - I started there in September 1952 and left in December 1958 when we moved to Woking. My name was Jennifer Stirling. I remember the strict nuns and the uniform with the blue & white 'Juliet' caps and the white gloves very well; also the navy blue knickers that we had to wear for P.E. (P.T. it was called then|); and I can confirm that Rosary Priory is still ...see more
I was born and raised in Frome, West End and then we moved to Green Lane. We emigrated to Canada, I did not want to leave Frome at all. I still miss home!. The pretty streets and the steep hills. I can remember swimming in the river, and fishing in it. Every Wednesday going to the market after school to pet the animals. Mum used to buy us fish for dinner every Friday night at a fish shop on Cheap Street. Still ...see more
I remember this scene very well, my two sisters and I spent many freezing hours (even in the summer) in the cold water of Valence swimming pool. We could buy a ticket in the morning and get a pass to go home for some lunch and then come back in for the afternoon at no extra cost. We lived just across the road to the park entrance in Becontree Avenue, my brother still lives in the same house we grew up in. I can ...see more
For some reason I remember walking by there when I was a kid and thinking how cool everyone looked sitting there drinking their beer....and I can still smell the beer as you walked past. I am 55 yrs old now and I still have that memory...
I remember walking through the square one day getting mum some shopping and I had a kilt on (God knows why) and it fell down to my feet! I have never pulled my skirt up so fast! I just hope everyone who saw it has a bad memory like me now ...
My Dad and his family lived in Lower Swell between about 1928 and 1940. They must have been quite unusual in those days - arriving in the village from London. My grandmother married a Canadian soldier after the First World War and went to live in Canada where she had 4 children. But it didn't work out and she brought them home, first to London and soon afterwards to Lower Swell. Their name was ...see more
I think it was around this time when we got very excited as a whale had been washed up on the beach, which brought a few people to look at it. Also there was a small theatre there called the Cozy Nook which we changed to the Nozy Cook, I wonder if it is still there and going?
We - that means my brothers and I - arrived at the home from Kent and although we were very small at the time we grew to know this as home. My best memories are of a Sister Esther who looked after us, and watching the TV which had just arrived, plus the very large and thick chocolate Easter egg which had been donated to the home. We knew a couple of boys called Patrick and Howard who were brothers. I am trying to find out what happened to the home after we left in 1958?
I was born in 5 Lower New Rank, Blaenavon in 1950 and went to the Garn School and left Blaenavon in 1962 for Kent. My dad was born there, Tommy David, does anyone remember us? I used to go to Bellis Cafe at the bottom of town, we though it was real cool.
We moved in 1948 and on return to visit friends my mother and I were told that someone we knew had "won the pools" and had "run off then with the barmaid from this pub". I believe he won only a couple of hundred because next year he had returned and life was as normal. Joan Battershill (was Norman)
I have never been to Gilberdyke, but I recall that my grandmother, Ivy Ruston, took her 2 younger daughters, Mabel and Dorothy, to lodge in Gilberdyke when the bombing began in Hull. My grandfather, Harry Ruston, a signals inspector on the LNER railway, knew someone connected with the railway in Gilberdyke who offered Ivy and the girls a safe home away from the bombing. If anyone has any ...see more
I lived in the white houses up Union Hall Road as a lad growing up. I went to school at the bottom of Lemington (Infant) then next door to (I think it was called) Newburn Hall, then to Waverley Cres, then we moved up to Claremont County Secondary Modern School at the top of Claremont Avenue. I remember shopping with my mam at the bottom of Lemington where the Co-op was, we had all the shops - fruit, butchers, ...see more
In 1961 I got my first job after leaving school at S & R Smiths Garage on the Great South West Road. The owners were brothers Sydney and Raymond Smith. We called them Mr Ray and Mr Sid. I started in the stores department. It was a Ford dealers and sometimes I would be sent out on my bicycle to fetch parts from main Ford dealers. This could mean going as far as Staines or Twickenham. The stores manager was Pat, ...see more
In this picture I can remember that on the left was W H Smith's, a bicycle shop and an Options on the corner of Colham Road. To the right between the two pubs many years earlier was Pat's Garage. In the picture we have the new railway bridge which was a great improvement from the old one. The old bridge was lower, narrower and only had one narrow foot path on the left. The vehicles came so close to you and ...see more
When I was about nine I spent a year in Harefield Hospital. When I arrived I was put into isolation for two weeks. The treatment included a penicillin injection twice a day. After isolation I was moved into a double room, and then allowed out of bed for two hours a day. This progressed until I was allowed out of bed most of the time. The ward was laid out in a kind of half circle with the office in the middle of ...see more
I was born in 1947, so anyone that reads this of that era can relate to the great shopping and Barking people. You could never walk through the shops without seeing a friend or neighbour and through a child's eyes everything was 'right with the world'. My mum and I would have a cuppa and egg and cress roll in Woolworths, they had a cafe along the width of the shop at the far end. Does anyone remember it? ...see more
I remember the Palace cinema, Bill Evendon, Arthur Townsend, the butcher, theWhite family from "The Mount" where we tobogganed down when it snowed. I remember my friends from the Delaney family and old Ned Hugget's shop, Bruce's and Battles the baker. The Jarrets of Aynscombe Angle. My schools in Chislehurst Road and Charterhouse Road, my school friends from 1939 to 1949, so many memories. We now live in "Oz" but still come back from time to time.
I was born in Llandybie in 1945 at number 9 Woodfield Road. My mother and father were Bronwen and Harold Owen and I have two sisters and one brother. The only neighbours names I can recall are Mr and Mrs Tudge(?) although I don't remember them. My father was a miner in the Pencae pit as was my grandfather Tom Owen of Pentregwenlais. Across the road from the house was the playing fields and the river where ...see more
Across from The Angler Retreat in Cricket field Lane is the river Coln. Down the lane on your left you pass the West Drayton Cricket Club with the river on your right. Next to the cricket field is The Coln Park Caravan Site where I lived in 1952. After the war accommodation was scarce and many people lived in caravans, these were spread throughout the district on many small privately owned sites ...see more
My great grandfather - Charles Dale was living at Moreton Old Hall when this photograph was taken. His family, the Dales, had become tenant farmers for Moreton Old Hall in the 1860s and the Hall was the farmhouse that was provided. Thomas and Ann Dale had 15 children - Charles was the youngest, so the size of the Hall would have been greatly appreciated. I remember being told about secret doors and ...see more
My father was born in Marlow and mother had already made 2 very good friends before she met and married him. As a result we as children (I was the eldest of 6) found it a wonderful haven to be welcomed at their home on countless occasions as we were growing up. We lived in London, each journey was an adventure going to stay in the 'country'. My first memory is being met at the station with Uncle and his bicycle ...see more
I remember waiting impatiently for the pool to open on May 2nd each year. The entrance was 2d, and 7/6d for a season ticket. There were always long queues on the first day of opening. I was 11-12 years old when I first could swim, learning on the river at Marlow bathing place which had been fenced off as a swimming centre. My favourite drink afterwards was hot oxo in the cafe there. ...see more
I was a pupil at St Johns Priory, and whilst I did not appreciate it at the time, it was an amazing start in life. The Nuns were incredibly strict so we all studied hard. Our classes were really small, by the time I left at the age of 11 I think we only had about 10 people in the year/class. The two Sisters that I remember have since died (I did get in contact with them only to find one had ...see more
I remember going to the Savoy Cinema that you can see on the corner of the High Street and Vine Street. This was about 1953, I was seven and went with my brother who was twelve. I had never been to the pictures without an adult before. I can’t remember the title of the film, but I know it had millions of ants on the move and eating everything in their path. There is a lock keeper who was supposed to open the ...see more
I was born in Portnahaven and so were my brothers, I still have a brother living there. We moved to the mainland but every summer we went over to Portnahaven, all my cousins would be there and then when we met the local kids at night we would all see how many of us would fit in the kiosk. Then we would go for a walk round the village, the lighthouse light would be going round and we would try to duck ...see more
I travelled with Mr Moor, the miller, in this Ford van as he went from house to house selling grain food for chickens etc. I also paid a weekly visit to the mill which charged our accumulator acid battery that powered our wireless (radio). I recently visited the mill and spent an enjoyable hour being shown around and seeing an actual copy of the distress message sent out by the Titanic which ...see more
My grandmother was born in Yackla, Wenvoe (the cottages near the Whitehall Quarry) in 19th January 1888 and was the daughter of Mary Morgan and George Jones and baptised on the 19th September 1888 at St. Mary's Church Wenvoe. Sometime around 1891, Annie Mabel was found living with her mother at the Whimms which overlooked Cardiff known later as Wimms Houses. It was a terrace of five houses. At the time of ...see more
We used to climb the Golden Stairs when I was a s child. They seemed never ending. I bet they won't have changed much!
Hannah Pursey born November 23, 1828, Catcott was my great great grandmother. she married Robert Barnett on February 14, 1850 at Moorlinch, Somerset.
I'd have to work out the date, but around there. I moved to Newent from Wales and used to live in a nice little house just down from the Black Dog on the corner of Church Street, if anyone has photos before it was knocked down. I had some good friends in the Picklenash School, they probably won't remember me, the Welsh boy, Susan Kettle, Ginette Winterbottom but a few. Hope I didn't get the spelling ...see more
Opposite the post office at the end of the parade of shops was a dry cleaners owned by what I thought was a rather posh lady who would call me Poppet. My mother cleaned house for them and sometimes I would be taken along to keep me out of mischief. They had two boys that went to private school and were only home for school holidays. Though they were older than me I found they acted a bit young. ...see more
The front room of The Laurels used to be used as the pay office for the estate workers when they collected their weekly pay. The Estate Bailiff lived there, which is near to the Estate Yard, which really was the nerve centre of the Wenvoe Estate building operation. At the time the estate was owned by Mrs Laura Jenner, who died in 1935.