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I lived next door to Mr Dales newsagents on Highfield Road in Bramley. Opposite were rows of terraces in those days with a shop on the end of each terrace. A chip shop on the end of the first row and a newsagents and general store on the end of another - Bowers? I seem to remember. The Barley Mow pub was opposite our house along with the rugby ground and club. I could be wrong but I'm ...see more
My G.Granny was EMMA JANE SUMNER, she was born at Rotherwick, Hampshire on 1st. January 1866. This lady made a great impression on me and I used to visit her at her home in Tilehurst, Berkshire as a child. Jane, as she was known, was around 6 feet tall and had a very regal appearance with her silver white hair coiled high on her head. I last visited her at 'Iona', Firs Road, Tilehurst when she was 80 years ...see more
Just wondering if anyone remembers any relatives of their families still around there.
I was a teenage patient in Sully for six months. Now I am writing my own memoirs of this time and would appreciate hearing from other ex-patients. My email address is: annshaw@mac.com
I well remember the doctor's clinic referred to - it was halfway up the hill on the same side as the Squirrel. I have unpleasant memories of getting "the needle" there when I was about five or so. The smell of that purple meths/alcohol stuff (can't remember the name) that they used for wiping the puncture site of your arm/leg still reminds me of that evil place. Anyone remember the pictures/bingo hall that was at the junction of Alexandra Road where it met Meadow St?
My memories relate to the year 1977 when I arrived in Cropwell Bishop to stay with my Great Uncle Wilf and his wife Dorothy fresh from New Zealand. They lived at the old Post Office in the village of Cropwell Bishop. My Grandmother was Wilf's older sister Ethel May Johnson (nee Walker). I was instantly wrapped with the village and felt as though I had been there before. I and my siblings ...see more
1953 were a special year for me and Great Britain - we climbed Everest, the Coronation, the parties. We had just moved into a new council estate, they were all prefrabricated houses after the war and supposed to only last a few years to help the housing shortage, but they are still standing. The estate had a green in the centre of it, we played football from dawn to dusk and met all my new mates.
Spent many a hot summer lounging around with friends in Park Road, Gatley Hill (especially fishing for sticklebacks in the stream) and the school fields, not to mention the village. Great local shops owned by friendly local people. My parents used Gatley Hill as a wedding reception venue at least twice for my brother's and sister's weddings. Unfortuntely they have taken my beloved swings down adjacent to the school ...see more
My Grandmother was born in The Round House, Chalford in 1901.
Me and my brother David would get our breakfast then run down Prospect Avenue North to the bus stop beside the shops and once in Clyde Street at Wallsend bus stops made our way to join the huge queue for entrance to the Ritz. We were ABC Minors and that song still sticks in the mind............ We are the boys and girls well known as, We're Minors of the ABC, And every Saturday we line up, To see the ...see more
Like many local children I spent most of my summers at this pool and on very hot days visitors came from all over south London. There were paved terraces to lie on, a cafe for refreshments, and a childrens' paddling pool. In the grounds outside were two tennis courts, which were well-used by the locals. It was a perfect example of Deco architecture but was closed in the 1970s. Oddly, the area of ...see more
I remember Potter Street as a nice quiet village and worked for Mr. Poney for a few months. His Daughters were Gladys and Edith. My home was in Colchester. I lived in at Poney's returning home some weekends. I recall a Mrs. Manning (politician) giving a talk in Potter St. and afterwards complaining her car tyres had deflated. The only one of your site pictures I can recall is the ...see more
My memories of Wellington are ones of feeling very homesick. I went there in November 1940. I stayed at the Vintage Hotel. I believe Mr & Mrs Joseph were the proprieters and they were very kind to me. They had a daughter named Betty but I was very unhappy, I was only there for a couple of weeks, it was decided I was to go and stay with my aunt who was billeted elsewhere in the town, but I just wanted to go home. ...see more
My mother and father lived in Evelyn Road - the cul-de-sac opposite the large white house in the distance - mother still there - lived in two of the houses for all her eighty years - married the boy next door (well.. at the top of the cul- de- sac!). I'm 53 and it is how I remember itn into the early 1960s - Elson the grocer on the right, the shop on the right became the Co-Op, the central shop was Frank Birch the Butcher ...see more
My great grandfatherwas lighthouse keeper at Cromer - Mr Hopkins
Where are you... all my friends... people I knew... people who knew me... MRS ROOK... Roy Chick's family... I have actually spoken to only one person... MISS HOCKIN from the sweet shop in Fore Street... but where are all the ghosts... all the great people who lived in and around Fore Street in the 1940s... young BROWN from Ellacombe (Royal Navy)... friends and congregation from ...see more
I had lived in Leadgate since birth back in 1982 when we used to live on Dunelm Way. Back then Leadgate was a quiet little friendly village where everybody knew everybody. My Dads (David Parkin) half of the family lived close by and i remember going to my Grandma & Grandad's every saturday for tea on Dunelm Close. The shops where nearby on Front Street and had Happy Shopper with the Pet shop next door. Down the ...see more
I lived in Burton with my parents Stan & Hilda Hailey in the bakers shop in the square from 1956. I can remember my dad making fresh bread & cakes with the smell wafting through the house. I played football for Burton Thistle and helped run the club with many great friends. I moved away when I got married and my parents moved after retiring from the bakers shop, but I know my Dad missed making the bread for the village, he had a passion for it. Geoff Hailey
I am trying to source information, or hopefully copy of documentary, concerning the Howard brothers' fight to prevent their cottage being demolished, to make way for new houses. I believe the docu was titled: A Fight for Rose Cottage. It was made in the late 1970s, early 1980s, perhaps made by Jack Rosenthall, the late celebrated playwright. Any information greatly app.
It seems like forever ago that I lived in Royston. I remember it with fondness, Notton woods, the long summer days lasting forever, riding our motorcycles down the lines. I will cherish living there all my life.
Hello from Australia. I was hoping that someone looking through these "memories" might remember The Fox and Goose Public House on Penn Road. I think that this is the picture of it. My mom was the cleaner there for a few years when my sisters and I were young and I can remember sitting on the steps outside the pub collecting car numbers in an old exercise book and drinking a bottle of Vimto ...see more
My Grandparents, Thomas & Marie Eagleton lived at The Charne in Otford. As a child I would always play amongst the weeping willows that grew by their house. My grandad would take me for long walks across the fields where we would occasionally pick corn on the cob and even some hops. We would search for owl pellets to retrieve the tiny skeletons of small vermin and birds. We never did make it ...see more
My Grandfather, James William Henry Richards, was born in Berrynarbor 15, Sept. 1866 to William Richards and Ann (Boyant) Richards. He immigrated to Salt Lake City, Utah some time in the 1880's or early 1890's. I think I was named for one of his brothers and have always wondered if I still have family living in Berrynarbor?
For a week each year, in the 1950s, I stayed with my aunt in Clacton during the school holidays. I seem to remember that we, my mum and I stayed at my auntie May's house, I'll always remember the address, 49 Coppins Road, for several years during the 50s and once in 1961 (I think). My clearest memory of Clacton was the pier. I remember the 'racing game' where you had to roll a ball into holes that made the ...see more
In 1960 my home was just out of shot: next door to the house that is partly visible on the far right of the picture. I lived at number 18 Church Street, Church Street being the road that is accessed by turning right in the middle distance of the photo, at the bottom of Church Steps. The tree that can be seen towering above our neighbour’s house was a magnificent walnut tree, which is – sadly - no more. The cottage ...see more
I was born in Ilford in 1933 living in Elstree Gardens near Loxford Park. After attending Woodlands Road Primary School, I went to Clevend Road School off Ilford Lane. The headmaster was a very kind man called Mr Edwards and our teacher was Mrs Strachan (pronouned Strawn). We were very well behaved so at the end of lessons we hurried to get out into the plaground. This involved descending the many granite ...see more
Hardham was a place to bicycle to from Pulborough, and visit St. Botolph's Church. One of the many very very old churches in West Sussex. The drawings on the walls go back hundreds of years depicting the tortures of the early Christians, and the church preserves them with the lighting being restricted. I got locked in this church once - scary because of the lighting, but a beautiful place, surrounded by floods in the Spring, but has survived all that. A shame there isn't much else there!
Hi. I was born in 1950 so the above date should actually read 1950 - 1965+. My maternal grandparents lived at Coldrenick (not in the big house) but close by in one of 2 bungalows on the estate. I spent many happy times at Coldrenick and often visited the dowager Trelawney at Coldrenick House. I was so sad to see in later years that the house had been demolished. However. I am now compiling (or ...see more
On Tuesday, August 23rd 1932 there occurred at almost exactly the same spot from which this photo was taken, the most serious runaway and crash that ever ocurred on the line. Car no. 4 broke away from the haulage cable at the spot that the tram is shown above. Rapidly gathering speed and toppling onto the wall to the left of the image, it uprooted a tramway standard (pole) flinging it up the lane by ...see more
Julie CoatesRoyal Palm Beach, Florida, USA I am trying to find some information about my great gradfather. He was the postman in High Bentham for many years. His last name was Coates. I don't know his first name.He had a son (William Dabbot Coates) and three daughters Annie, Ethel and Gertie.
My name is Marlis Franz. I am German. In 1952, I was 15 years old, I visited my English penfriend in Countesthorpe together with my mother. We spent a wonderful time there. Going on holiday was not normal at this time and something special - particularly going to England. My English girl-friend lived together with her parents in Countesthorpe, Station Road. When we visited her there was a post office in this ...see more
I remember sliding down Outcrop and sitting on wooden steps leading to Brookhouse pit. On pay day miners used to give us some coppers and we would share them out. I used to go and see Guddy Pearson, a homeless man who lived in one of derelict houses on Aston Terrace. Our roundabout was at the sewerage, they had a thing like a roundabout with water coming out on a bed of stones. I can also remember when a cage accident ...see more
It was a long walk to Wanstead Park from where we lived as children. We lived at Stephens Road, Stratford West Ham. Weekends and school holidays Mum would pack a picnic for the six of us, usually jam sandwiches or cheese if Mum had some, and a bottle of orange squash. We also had our jam jars and nets for fishing in the ponds for sticklebacks, a bat and ball, also a football, and off we would go for the day, as ...see more
The photgraph show the Seymour Hotel which was at the junction of Upper Chorlton Rd and Seymour Grove
My husband and I moved to a bungalow on the Muckingford Road, West Tilbury in 1972. It was bought from Mrs. Jones (wid). We kept various animals, ducks, geese, chickens, horses and pigeons. We lived there for 17 years when we sold so that we could start our own business. Alma Bacon
My husbands family were in Langdon Hills as early as 1797 when John Bacon married Sarah Graylin at the old church Langdon Hills. The family had many occupations, thatcher, bailiff, agricultural labourer etc. They eventually settled in Well Green Cottage as was in the family up to 1950s. Thanks. Alma Bacon
I was the licensee of the above for an all too brief time and had some regular customers who arrived every week-day evening at opening time and were called "The Club". Among them I remember a Ken & Penny Upton and a retired local Headmaster who was known as "Casey". Time erodes memory, especially re: names, but I hope someone reads this and contacts me with any information regarding these very happy days.
Mine isn't a personal memory as such but the photograph of Wrawby Street shows on the right handside a fish and chip shop. This double fronted shop is now a travel agents and still has the old bay windows that I have seen on an earlier photograph where a sign proudly announced that it was a Tea Shop and the caption said that the owner was a Mrs Sharp. Mrs Sarah Jane Sharp, nee Garthwaite, was my great great ...see more
I used to stay with my Nain and Taid during the school holidays during the 60's and early 70's. Taid was Owen Hugh Evans who was the Game Keeper during that period. The Game Keeper's house was in a wonderful location, with woods to the rear of the house and the Bryn to the front of the house. Taid loved his job and he used to take me everywhere with him when he could. One of his main jobs was rearing baby ...see more
This Airport was, in 1951/52 when I was there, RAF Dalcross. It was here that I did my advanced flying training on Airspeed Oxfords and won my "wings". Two members of our course were killed while flying from here. Many happy evenings were spent at the bar in the Caledonian Hotel in Inverness, and I spent Hogmenay 1952 enjoying the hospitality of many kind Scots.
This was where I started training as an RAF fighter pilot in 1951. I firstly did my "Square Bashing" then was promoted to Acting Pilot Officer and made my first flight in a Tiger Moth flying over Lincoln. Then it was off to AFTS Ansty to train on Chipmunks. Happy days!
I visited Goole in September 2008 in search of information on the families of Bernard Knowles Brook and his son Matthew Moorhouse Brook, who was my grandfather. I obtained important but tragic news about Bernard and his accidental drowning at Keadby in July 1876. I was unable to find out much about Matthew after the birth of my mother and uncle in Goole in the early 1900s. I should like to know what happened to Matthew ...see more
I recently visited Goole in search of records of my maternal ancestry. I discovered that my great grand father Bernard Knowles Brook and his 6-yr-old son George from Goole were drowned at Keadby on 9 July 1876. I understand that his wife and probably also my then 1-yr-old grandfather Matthew Moorhouse Brook were nearby on the "Eagle" when the drowning occurred from a small boat from the ...see more
I visited Weobley in the late 60s as a child with my Mother to visit our Herefordshire cousins. We stayed with Mum's Great Uncle Fred (Frederick Hope) and his daughter, Mabel Hope. They lived at the Corner House and I think Mabel's brother, Rogers Hope, lived near by in Broad Street. We came from London and I remember opening a cupboard door in the house to find a staircase. Mabel kept little hens in ...see more
I was born Cramlington 1942, my sister 1940. l have some happy memories of Blyth, lived with mam and dad and sister Betty in Cowpen Row. Dad was in the army so did not see much of him then, when he came home we went to Rothburry, Easter it was Morpeth, Christmas it was all mam's family at our home, he was a baker at that time and his brother Robert but then went in the mines. He had ...see more
My birth on 30 Nov 1946 at 34 Oldberry Road, Burnt Oak, is where it all started for me, but my mother & her parents moved into the house when it was built for the LCC. She's 89 now, but recalls that she, as a 9-yr-old in 1928, spent the first few days there just running up & down the stairs, as they'd come from rooms in Euston where noise, etc. was forbidden. They also had their own kitchen with cold ...see more
I was put in Treloars as a last attempt to cure my Lupus Vulgaris, and have many happy memories of the staff and the lads in with me, alas the only names I can recall are John Tissington and David Doe. Woud love to hear from anyone remembering me, regards, Ernie.
I lived in Godstone from 1947-1975 when I moved to Dorset. In those days I was Wendy Knight. At one time my father worked at the bakers, Broad's it was called, it was two doors down from the shop on the green, his brother Sidney had R G Knight's the butcher, R G being their father. I spent a lot of time down the stables, first at Barretts, then Stangrave Hall. We also had great times at Leigh mill stream or Diana's ...see more
My great grandfather John Robert Leaman was school master at Castle Acre school - his wife (my great grandmother) was Elizabeth Jane Leaman (nee Ellis). I have visited Castleacre recently and found the village such a beautiful, interesting idyllic place to be. If anyone knows or has any history of this time I would love to hear about them. The time my great grandfather was school master the doctor was Dr Love and ...see more
Just look at this truly MAGNIFICENT arch over the church doorway. My own interest in this parish is because my family name is Norfolk and so many of my family were farmers, millers and general agicultural workers around Adel, Harewood and Dunkeswick going back to the early 1600s - and probably beyond.
I moved to Boscombe near Christchurch in 1954 when my father's job with Williams Deacons Bank took him to their newly opened Bournemouth Branch. I was amazed! I was just eight years old and all I had ever really known in the way of public transport were the London Transport red or green buses, plus some red trams and trolleybuses. Yet here in Christchurch were bright yellow buses and ...see more
Not a week goes by when I do not think about Whitby, the lure of Saltwick Bay is like a magnet. The moment you drive down the narrow lane that leads to the cliff tops and the club house, you start to feel a sense of urgency. A feeling like you have just come home and all your family will be there waiting for you. As you climb down the path down to the beach memories start flooding back. Finding fossils, ...see more
I lived at the RAF camp at Coddington during my teens. I went to Sconce Hills school & later worked at Alec W. Adams in Lombard Street. In those days, as office workers we were required to work on Saturday mornings and afterwards, my friend & I would invariably walk round the marketplace before catching the bus home. If we missed the bus, they were few & far between in those days & many is ...see more
My mum and dad were married in Old Dagenham Church and I was christened in the church in the mid thirties. I was educated in Fanshawe School from the infants right through to the secondary school and left school in Xmas 1949. My father owned 'Alberts' boot and shoe repair shop which was situated in a alley, which was access to lock up garages behind 'Gyps' the greengrocers on the corner of Heathway and Parsloes ...see more
This is the pub we went and trained in and from there we got our life back on track.
I remember this as The 'New Bridge', it was huge and posh compared to the beautiful Old Bridge which was still in full use with 2 way traffic. I don't know if it still is as it is about 10 years since I visited Hereford but will be visiting soon!!
I too remember Ends Place from the early 1970s. The old Dear (how rude) as you put it was Mrs Gregson who did not suffer fools gladly but only ever showed me kindness and charm. I would visit her each Friday lunchtime for a chat and to pass the time of day. I would walk through this amazing house in my stocking feet so as not to mark the highly polished floors. Mrs G would usually be sitting in front of a ...see more
I remember this paddling pool so well, when I was about 8 years old I would be there with my nana {in fact in looks like me in the pic}. She would sit on the bench in the pic and eat her rich tea biscuits. I begged her to let me swim every time we were there, I would mostly paddle though. One day the pool was empty and I was playing around the drain and I got my big toe stuck in it, I was really ...see more
Does anybody have a picture of the church on Kings Road that was knocked down to build the International Hotel?
My God, that swimming pool was never warm, when you jumped in, trust me, that was the only way to do it. If you stuck a toe in to test it, it would turn blue, so the best way was just to jump straight it, then you couldn't breathe for about a minute. After the initial shock it was ok as long as you stayed in the water, once you got out, hypothermia set in quite quickly, then walk to the pavilion, (I think it was ...see more
My father worked for a nearby farm, I know the owner was called "Dunne". My father worked two Shire horses, Blacky and Bonnie, side by side for over 12 years. I spent my childhood sitting on their backs, truly gentle giants. Gathering in the harvest would be long days, but we would all walk to the Four Alls in the evening and I used to walk Blacky and Bonnie there, there was a little lane alongside the pub ...see more
I was at school in the 1940s. I remember a teacher there, I believe he was a Mr Davis. I remember the annual sports, these were held on a field just a short walk from the school. The days of the great snow fall in 1947, living at Padhams Green it was a mile walk down to the village and the snow filled the road from bank to bank and we had to walk along in a field (I think I skipped school that day). I also ...see more
Both my parents lived in Woodford for most of their childhood. Mum lived in Uplands Road, and Dad lived in Chalford Walk. They got married in Broadmead Baptist Church in 1964. I'm trying to find any records, memories anything at all that might relate to either of them. Can anyone help?
I was born in Biddestone in 1953. I went to Biddestone School, Mrs Taylor was the cook and I believe the teacher that I had was Mrs Walker. There was a large field out the back of the playground that we used in the summer for sports and at lunchtimes. There was some large trees along one side that gave us some shade on very hot days. On the 1st May we danced around the maypole on the village green. I also remember ...see more
I remember opening my front door and looking around at the beautiful views I could see. I could walk 100 yards in any direction and be in fields. The peace and quiet, and the views were outstanding. It took my breath away. I would go for walks in wind, snow, rain and sunshine. It's the most beautiful place to be, just to sit and listen to the peace and quiet. I'd gaze down to the village of Holmfirth and ...see more
My grandparents, Harrry amd Amelia Fieding, moved to Marli from Rhyl where Harry built boats; he continued to do so at Marli between (about) 1935 and 1949. Careg Daffydd was a cottage on its own, down a track and at the edge of a wood; had no electricity; a path led down through another wood to a footbridge over the River Elwy. My brother Hugh and myself - aged between six and ten years - used to walk from ...see more
Reading the memories prompts me to contribute to the nostalgia - My grandfather "Bob Allan" was the Postmaster and his parents before him. My aunt took over from him in the late 1960s and in all the business was in the family for three generations. The family have as is evident been involved in the village for many tens of years, and for example the daffodils on the banks between between ...see more
My dad Leslie had the Talbot Hotel in Portland St from 1955 to 1964, and I went to Sefton St School and then to Bickerton House School in York Rd. I can remember going to Miss Walshe's riding school in Aughton Road where the famous Ginger Mcain of Red Rum used to drive her taxis. The summers always burnt the grass off and there was always snow in winter. As a keen bird watcher my pal Zbignew, a Polish boy would go ...see more
I may be a year out with the date, apologies.I vividly remember the day a young Queen Elizabeth II visited my home town of Dewsbury. We were in a fever of excitement at my Junior and Infants school, waiting for the bus to take us into Dewsbury town centre to welcome the Queen with hundreds if not thousands of local people. On arrival in Dewsbury we were shepherded by our teachers to our appointed place. Great! We ...see more
Recently visited Valance Park with my sister Sheila who is visiting from Australia. I live in Bedford, we used to live at 3 Coote Gardens. Memories of the sandpit, paddling pool, bandstand, the parky, football and Valence Park Swimming Pool - cold water temperatures, hot Oxo and a slice of bread and butter for a halfpenny. Shared with great mates, cousins Brian and Pat Kearney, Johnnie Cates, Brian Casey, Eddie Watson. Great community spirit in those days, from 1940 to 1956.
Wonderful to see these old photos of Wordsley. Unfortunately not of the shop where I spent the first few years of my life, from 1950. My parents had a chip shop at 109 High Street, next door to the Cat Inn. Eventually they changed trades and went to fresh fish, then greengrocery, then hardware. Perhaps a few might remember "Bob" Hope and my mom, called Dora. As I walked to school every day (Brook Street ...see more
Not many people have heard of Glascote, it's not even on the map. A lot of people get it confused with another area called Glascote Heath, but they are not the same at all. I have lived in Glascote all my life. At one time it was a lovely little village with shops dotted here and there, a grocers shop and convenience stores, and everyone knew each others families and asked about them. But now with changing times, ...see more
I lived at Mildred Close during the late 1950s to mid 1960s. Hesketh Park and Temple Hill were my playgrounds. I attended St.Albans Primary and York Road Junior Schools. Anyone with similar memories?
Anyone with memories of DUCIE STREET after WW2 please post here.
I was still a teenager, 17 years old and my baby brother at school at Bede Campus. I escaped the campus by virtue of it not having been completed when I passed the 11+. The town centre in Billingham was still being built, and we used to hang out in the park - John Whitehead. In those days, pleasures were simple, roller skate in the street (though not when neighbours were on nightshift and so still ...see more
I have many fond memories of the holidays I had in Bridlington when I was young. We stayed with a Mr and Mrs Morris who lived at Havelock Crescent, I remember they had a daughter called Margaret. I used to love looking at the clock made from flowers which was on the front. I still come to Bridlington for 2 weeks every year but now stay on Pembroke Terrace.
DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE ALL THE SAND AT PARKGATE AND HESWALL WENT TO? and does anyone have any memories of how the Salt Marsh has changed since the first land/salt marsh reclamation scheme was launched (so I've been told) in the 1930s? Does anyone remember the building of Connah's Quay Power Station in 1950, does anyone remember seeing the sand dredger being used ...see more
While still at Helston Grammar School, I worked at the Headland Hotel during one summer. Pickles was the manager, he was a tyrant but I seemed to get the better of him. I wrecked the lawn-mower running over a rock while pushing it up and down those front lawns in the picture, he tried to make me pay for it out of my £4 10/- a week pay! I refused. I fell in love with Margaret from Quinton who was ...see more
My old school which myself and brother attended the good old days. This photo was taken from where I live now.
I was staying at my Aunt Margaret's, and I met a lovely young man called Charley (Chuck )Senior. I lost touch with him soon after. I recently came across an old photo of Chuck, me, Maureen and my cousin Brian Westcott. I had the best Xmas of my life. Are any of you still around? I believe it was Wath-on-Dearne, where everybody lived then. It was so long ago. I remember it was a small place and the train had ...see more