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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 the ...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? Jimmy's ...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 invisible ...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. As a ...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 lock ...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 as ...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 Mr ...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 the ...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.
My mother worked in Lloyds in Holton Road. They had two shops, one which she usually worked in selling Lino, beds and furniture, and china etc. The other shop was the largest of the two and my mother used to shop there a lot. Entering this building on the right hand side was the men clothes, on the left hand side was a beautiful staircase built with lovely mahogany wood. Beside these stairs on the left, ladies ...see more
On the 24th May 1900, which was observed as a general holiday in honour of Queen Victoria's birthday and as a celebration of the relief of Mafeking, Cissie as a young child, was taken down to Barry Island, accompanied by her stepfather Joseph. She would have been amongst the 10,000 crowd who witnessed a grand display of fireworks on Barry Island where an ox was roasted, cut up and distributed to the town's poor.
Cissie's memories: I came to Barry in 1900. Holton Road was muddy and planks of wood were put down to enter the shops. We had a shop in 26 Holton Road, and later at the bottom of the block on spare ground Johnson's opened a portable theatre. They played drama and had a pantomine in which I took part as a chorus girl. On the other side of the road was a family called Langley. they lived in a caravan and had swings ...see more
Hi Guys and Gals, We moved to 19, Long Street in about 1967. Being townies from the new estate I suppose we were resented by the original villagers. Being a kid, I don't remember feeling this. We lived opposite the "Fletchers" on Long Street and they sort of took us townies to heart. I think that what a lot of the original villagers didn't realise was that this influx of "rich" people to their village was in ...see more
I used to come to Alverstoke with my mother, father and sister to visit my great aunt May Mackie from 1953-1970's. I used to love playing mini golf here with my family. I lived in Alverstoke for a year when we first arrived back from Southern Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) in !953 and lived with my Grandmother Mrs Violet Isabel Black. My relatives Mackies and Blacks lived in this area for quite a while and one relative Sir ...see more
Pearks was one of the first supermarkets in Wolverthampton to start trading. I worked there in 1962. My name was Marain Beech, I went on to marry a former work colleague, Chris Rutter. Cheese was cut up on the premises, and so wa bacon. Many happy times. Does anyone else remember working there? The supermarket was in Queen Street. Names I remember are Elsie, John Volmer, Diane Cassey, Maurice Joan, Mickey Cullen, John Mills. Manager was Mr Tustin.
As a child I spent many a happy summer holiday in the castle grounds. My aunt was cook at the castle and my uncle worked the land. From what I remember I think it was then owned by the Clutterbuck family. My aunt and uncle lived in the lodge just down the hill from the castle near the church. Somewear in the lake is a necklace belonging to my mum as my aunty and her used to go in the old rowing boat ...see more
I remember very well the local people of Pagham as a child growing up on Pagham Road, from the bakers in Nyetimber, George Marchants to Mr Warner the post master, the following down the road to Church Farm we had Simon and Andrew Grout (his dad was an electrician) to Donna and Paula Chuter. We had lots of fun playing football over the road with Robert Smith, my brother Robert and the Lambourns further up the road. Next to ...see more
I lived in Colwyn Bay as a child and have fond memories of The Dingle. It seemed like a magical place to a young child. Over the brook, which runs through The Dingle, there was a little bridge which led to a fortune teller's "cottage". I remember my mother paying her a visit when she was pregnant with my brother and as is so often the case, she was told that there would be a new life and the loss of an old life. At the ...see more
I was brought up on Abergwenlais Farm and went to Pontlliw Infants School. My family lived in Pontlliw for several generations.
We moved to Pentalardd in Carmarthenshire (near Llanybydder) when I was 15 years old. My parents had sold our home near Addlestone Surrey as we wanted to live on our own smallholding in the Welsh countryside. I worked on a farm, called Glantwelly Faur near Pencader, as my first real job. The farmer's name was David Owen. I only earned £5.00 a week in those ...see more
We moved to Pentalardd in Carmarthenshire (near Llanybydder) when I was 15 years old. My parents had sold our home near Addlestone Surrey as we wanted to live on our own smallholding in the Welsh countryside. I worked on a farm as my first real job, called Glantwelly Faur near Pencader. The farmer's name was David Owen. I only earned £5.00 a week in those days but it I really enjoyed that ...see more
I was broutht up at 16 Bentangval with my grandfather Phoom, also my grandmother. I have great memories. I believe the house has now been knocked down and a new house is there now. I have not been there for 33 years.
Anyone living in Earith before 1970 will know my name, not because of me, but through my father, Don Guymer, and my mother Beryl. Dad was known because of the haulage firm he used to run out of the house in the High Street. What I would dearly love is to find some photos of the house as it used to be, not as it is now, a bungalow. If there is ANYONE who has any pics of the OLD SCHOOLMASTER'S HOUSE, ...see more
Many hours were spent playing on the hills around this area. In the centre of the picture is a mound, we called it the Tump, it was the excavation from the cutting and it was made into a feature with three seats or benches for walkers to enjoy a rest and admire the views over Herefordshire.
My family moved to Blyth in the early 1950s, leaving in 1959, just before everything seemed to go wrong. We had the Traveller's Rest pub at the junction of Regent Street and Thompson Street. On the other corner was Jack Turnbull's corner shop and further up, where the road takes a sharp turn, was a Co-op where the money was sent in a pod along a rail to the cashier who sent it back with the ...see more
In the late 1950s we had a couple of holidays in Bracklesham bay, which was then a tiny, but growing village. I had never seen shops which were the equivalent of wooden shacks mounted on bricks. There were some modern bits; the post office/newsagent had recently opened, and new shops were being completed across the street. My Uncle George ran one of Henleys(?) shops; the one with the hardware and ...see more
Our family, that is father Stan, mother Eve and five of we children moved in 1952 to this shop from our farm in North Devon. We were a general store, delivering papers and general goods to the surrounding area. After helping Dad for a year in the shop I was fortunate in securing a apprenticeship as a compositor on The Somerset County Gazette newspaper in Taunton. I think we sold the shop in about 1956 to ...see more
Between Harrow Weald and Hatch End is "Old Redding" - a hilly rural lane with glorious ancient beech woods on both sides of the lane. It is notorious for its connection with The Grimsdyke Hotel where Gilbert of Gilbert and Sullivan fame met his death in a drowning tragedy. It is also famous for its reputation among local young people who congregate in the car park for different ...see more
Just before her death I went to Barmouth with my Step-Grandmother, it was her Birthplace, and was a grand town. Her maiden name was Agnes Adams, if there are any people by name of Adams in Barmouth, I'd love to make contact and exchange family history.
"Uncle Griff" was Griffith Breeze, originally from Oswestry, but lived in Abergele with his daughter Thelma - he wasn't actually a relative, I think he may have been brought up with my Step-Grandmother Agnes Jones (nee Adams.) I lived in Liverpool and would visit "Uncle Griff" at Oswestry and Abergele - he was such a lovely gentleman, probably in his 80's when I last saw him. Abergele was a nice place. I would love to contact any of his descendents.
There were 2 ferries in the mid-1950s when I was about 12. Clarke's as in the photo was a chain ferry and the cost was tuppence - ie 2 pence. The other ferry, Wilson's, opposite the church was pole driven and cost 1 penny. Some years later I joined the Young Conservatives - we used many of the Thames Street pubs for our meetings including The Flower Pot, Magpie, White Horse and Phoenix. In those days there was an open air ...see more
My paternal grandparents, by the name of Goodliffe, lived in a house called The Robins, on Old House Road, Balsham. (Both of which are still there, although the house has been extended somewhat and modernised. Mind you, it certainly needed modernising. Even as late as the early 1960s, when my widowed grandmother eventually died, it still had an earth closet for a toilet - outside in an unlit little shed! With its ...see more
Just out of Trumpington, on the road to Grantchester, was the entrance to an area known as Byron’s Pool, named after Lord Byron who apparently frequented the area whilst at Cambridge University. Probably hoping to find somewhere discrete to make his next sexual conquest from what I’ve read about him since. Once through the clapper gate you made your way through an area of rough woodland that was ...see more
This picture shows St Mary Church which extended from west to east between Edinburgh Road (previously named Dock Wall Street), and James Street. It might have been taken from the top of The Column in Ker Street. The long building extending from north to south was the ropery where my Aunt Blanch worked at the turn of the twentieth century. The Dock Yard wall, which remains to this day, can be seen as if ...see more
When I was five years old , Mum Dad and me moved to Bubwith in to a house by the Derwent called Riversleigh. My memories are many and varied from the five years I lived there. The house opposite used to be flooded each year and the folk who lived their just moved their belongings up to the first floor. We were more fortunate as the water did not reach the house just laid in the lower ...see more
I was born at Edgware General in 1974 and lived on Church Lane in Kingsbury (not far from the Express Dairy) until 1994. My friends and I used to go to the pool as much as we could before it closed down and was filled in. I remember how dangerous it could be, I constantly cut myself on the concrete edging at the poolside and the changing rooms downstairs had the slipperiest ...see more
The shop behind where the car is parked used to belong to my mother, Freda Davies who still lives in Worksop. She took over from the Wards and the Hopkinsons took over from us. I lived at this shop for several years whilst I attended King Edward V1 Grammar School at Retford. I well remember the immediate surroundings of this photograph. The shop next door used to belong to the Padleys and the Fisher family ...see more
In 1948 I started my career as a Mining Engineer working as a miner at Bill Wharton's barytes mine on Long Fell and worked there for three months, living in lodgings at Rose Cottage in Hilton, before leaving to commence my studies at the Camborne School of Mines. Bill, who lived with his wife at Townhead Cottage, was quite a character and one of my first mentors; he employed about 10 of us, some from ...see more
David Mills lived at #3, I lived at #11. Mansell Grifthiths, Dianna Lucas, Jean Jackson, Mary Quin all lived on the same street. I ended up in Vancouver. What happened to everyone?
My brother and I were born in 1931, the only twins in the village at that time (Elwyn and Eifion Goss). Bryn Seion was always in our sight whenever we went to the shops on the square. The first stop was to the Co-op which was situated obout 50 yards to the right of the chapel. In between the chapel and the Co-op was the bank which was housed in the front room of Rock House where the Jones family lived. In the house ...see more
I went to Richmond Grammar from 1963 to 1969. I left the area shortly after that and have only recently returned to North Yorkshire. I'm currently trying to get in touch with many of my old school friends. It's great to see this picture!
In 1979 my then boyfriend and I viewed Brightwells Cottage in The Square at Sutton Scotney. It was, to put it bluntly, a hovel ... mud floors, lead covered wiring, an Elsan Toilet and holes in the thatch, but we loved it. The lady who was selling the place was at that time living in a care-assisted bungalow in South Wonston, we'd made an offer through the estate agents but had been rejected. On visiting her ...see more
So many memories, where to start? I was born 1961 and grew up in The Crescent, just off Weyhill Road.......the rattling trains full of gravel making the house shake, the outside toilet (visits in the middle of the night in winter were at olympic record level), Mrs Mabeys apple trees...scrumping i think it was called! The smell of the pig farm if the wind was in the wrong direction on a hot summers day, building ...see more
My aunt and uncle, Jan and Keith Harman, lived in Enham after their marriage in 1965, initially in Dunham Lane, I think it was called - a development of prefabs that backed onto the woods. I spent school holidays loving the freedom of the woods at the end of the garden and long walks to Smannel, cadging lifts off my aunt's friend Margaret McCrill who lived round the corner from me in Andover but worked at the ...see more
My gran and grandad, Elsie and Jim Harman, lived at 4 The High Street. My earliest memories are of, strangely, the moss-covered footpath that encircled the cottage on three sides, it was how pathways in old cottages should be! I also have fond memories of hot summer lunchtimes playing outside The Plough while the adult members of the family partook of a beverage or ....? My father attended the school for a few years and my grandfather worked for Shearings until his retirement.
Before Chantry Way was developed, the town library was situated in the building on the right of this picture. The thrill of being able to indulge myself, for free, in books, books and more books still resides in me today. I swear I can still smell the distinctive aroma of the building once you stepped through its doors!
Lets start by someone sending a good Ynysboeth photo jeff
Let's dig up the memories related to the Boeth School. My first input is about Mr Richards, who beat the hell out of me almost weekly. Can anyone beat that?I know we can have a good laugh at this, so let me know. .
Do you remember what was previously on the site of the present-day AB Connectors factory?
Some of my time at this Junior school stays in my memory. I recall the Headmaster, Mr Chater and Miss Hall who ran the class I started in. Having come from a tiny three teacher school in Nunthorpe the size and bustle of Miss Hall's with a spirited rendering of the Creed which I'd never heard of and was expected to join led to copious tears. I had to leave after a few months as my mother was seriously ill ...see more
I first saw Hinton Blewett on a late September day when arriving at my prep school, Colchester House. This was housed in Hinton Blewett Manor, which was its wartime home. Its true home was in Clifton, Bristol but that had been requisitioned during the war so the school was in borrowed accommodation. The headmaster was Mr K A Moresby, a bachelor, but very fond of boys! He liked to have them stripped ...see more
I was saddened to read the blogs of boys that had such an unhappy experience of days as a boarder. I was there from 1951 until 1957 and whilst I also remember the less than idyllic food and discipline, I tend to believe that was a reflection of the societal norms of the immediate post-war period. Are we in danger of making judgements based on our expectations of 50 years on? My 'mentor'was Sister Anne ...see more
Of the ten years spent living in Biddulph I and my siblings, Pam, Linda, Albert and Wendy, spent many hours playing amongst the rocks and the grass around the folly. Many battles were fought among ourselves as to who was to be the King or Queen of the Castle. Fond memories .... Chris Chester.
My Stuart family is buried at this church. I would like to see more pictures of this church inside such as the stained glass and crypt. I have a great interest in this family 1550 1625. Various spellings for my family name are Stiward, Styward, Stewart, Steward, and Stuart. Best Wishes, Richard. wrstewart@embarqmail.com
I was born in the Station Cottages 1938. I have been to see them. They have been turned into one house.
My grandparents owned the sweet shop at the end of this parade. They were Harry and Gladys Godwin. My mother grew up there, as did my Uncle Paul. My brother and I have hundreds of fantastic memories from the 1970s. I now live in Highgate, North London. Last year I was driving past the shop and decided to go in, it seemed tiny now and I couldn’t work out if it had been altered in any way, I remember ...see more
I lived in Cowplain until 1963 and have just written a book set in Cowplain in 1958. Although it's an adventure story for young readers it is set accurately in the village at that time and will appeal to older readers who remember the village as it used to be. I would love to share memories of the village since I am writing another book, also set in the village at that time. See 'The Padnell Prowler' at Lulu.com
My name is Stanley Fritter and I was born in 1943 at 'Cuckolds Green', during an air raid, so my mother told me, but we lived at 3 Brook Row. My best and longest friend is Val Mudge, who lived next door, as youngsters we were always together, so much so that we became more like siblings. At the end of the row lived Ron 'Butcha' Mortley who was also a good friend. We used to play cricket with our fathers. Val was ...see more
My grandfather lived in John Street and kept lots of chickens. As everything was rationed during my childhood we were very lucky to have eggs from him. I remember calling in with my dad to collect eggs and to see a wire mesh area besides the fire in the kitchen which was fenced off and lots of little baby yellow chickens running around. My mother was never happy at seeing this done as she was a little fanatical about housework, but us kids thought it great fun.
I remember lots of lovely summer days during the school holidays which were spent at the open air swimming baths. We would travel down on the bus from Caerau, taking a cut lunch, and spend so many happy hours there. We had lots of fun jumping from all the diving boards and meeting up with school friends, both boys and girls. My husband lived in Temple Street and he and his mates would also spend many hours ...see more
We moved to Wanstead in 1968 but I still remember going in to the toy shop and my mum and dad buying me a matchbox mini car toy with a black roof, red front, yellow doors with spots on and diamonds for its lights. I also remember going in to the big Co-op store which would have been one of these shops in the picture. It was cold in there, lots of freezers and it makes me think of Ski yoghurts, because Nana ...see more
I was born in Brick House, London Road, in 1930. My father was Arthur Herbert Holmes, an architect and surveyor. He planned many shops and other buildings around Essex. My older brother Anthony James Holmes is buried in St Michaels Churchyard. He died as a baby. I left here in 1933 but I have happy memories of giving chickens a ride in my pedal car up and down the road. There was a small nursery on the north ...see more
Most of the photos here are from 1955. I was a five year old boy living in Greatham in 1955 with my dad, who was the local 'Bobby', my mam and my younger brother. We lived at 3 Egerton Terrace which was a terraced house with an outside loo and we had a bath in a tub in the kitchen. Cerebos Salt was down the road. I remember friends at that time were Johnny Tully and Gerald Harper. I started school at the local ...see more
I was born here in Newton Green and lived in the house just visible on the left - the last one. It was called Cotswold. The village shop was run by Mark Wilson and that could be him in the photograph, tinkering with the car - he did anything for anybody and was a much loved character until he died unexpectedly. Opposite the shop was the village green which was also the 9 hole golf course where we grew up ...see more
The Park was taken over once a year by a large travelling fun fair (Traylens) with traditional rides and amusements (a helter-skelter tower) and mechanical rides (Dive Bomber, The Whip and Dodgems) and the usual catch-penny side shows and a small travelling .22 rifle range (5 shots a shilling). I was intrigued by bigger kids who could whistle with the cartridge cases. There was also a ...see more
This Main Street is the A4 Bath Road approaching Everret's Corner from Taplow direction toward Slough. Slough was the (Road) Safety Town.
Hi, I am Adam. I moved to Nazeing in 1977, aged 3 years old, with my mum and dad. We moved down from Harlow, to be nearer my grandparents. I went to Nazeing Primary School and so did my younger sister Joanne, born 1979. She also went to Nazeing Primary School. Then I went to Cardinal Bourne in Broxbourne 3 years later. Joanne went to Mark Hall in Harlow. I spent a lot of time around the rivers and lakes and took up fishing. ...see more
I grew up on Church Lane. I had an auntie and uncle living on each side. We had a well for about 10 cottages. I know that the Lane has a different name now. My sisters and I used to play at the big white house at the top of the hill and in the churchyard. We went to the school in the Guild Hall until my sisters had to take a bus to Framlingham. I have some lovely memories of my childhood there. I remember when Queen ...see more
I remember Chattins. They had a machine powered by AIR to take the money to the office and then return the change and receipts to the customer, it went up the wall and across the ceiling and then disappeared into the back and then appeared again. They used to have a Club where an employee came round the customers' houses to collect the money, I think the lady was named Betty. The owners were Mr Tom, Mr ...see more
On 15 May 1982 my husband Graham and I got married in the church on the tor. We had about thirty guests who all had to climb up the tor, and only one lady did not manage it. There had not been a wedding in the church for some months before this. Afterwards we all went to the Dartmoor Inn for lunch, then walked up to Widgery Cross. It was a wonderul day and we go back on most anniversaries to climb the tor and see the church again.
I think it was 1972, when I was hitchhiking north to Scotland and stranded in Alnwick late in the evening. I sat with my girlfrend at the well on a kind of marketplace thinking 'bout a place to sleep. Later a nice guy with a dog came around and talked with us. He fortunately invited us to stay at his home for the night. His home was above the birdcage club and his name is Peter McDermott. Regards Andreas Hille Those days living at Hamburg Germany