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The David Morgan Dept store left of picture was one of the few privately owned Dept Stores in the U.K. This store sadly closed down in 2006 and is now being refurbished and made into apartments and smaller shops.
I was born in Sandleaze, Worton in 1957. I was brought up at 1 Mill Road near the Marston boundary. I remember many things about the village especially the Rose and Crown Pub and the Mill. I remember with pride the war memorial which stood outside the library hall proudly dispalying the name of my uncle Raymond Glen Whitton Henly who died during WWII. The church was quaint if I recall correctly ...see more
My paternal grandparents, William Harris and Millie Bray were married here 30th July 1921 No idea why they chose this church, although beautiful, they were living in Garston Avenue at the time and there are several churches closer than Wolborough
I spoke to my Dad last night to share what I found on Cholderton. He grew up in the Cholderton Post Office building in the 20's. He also lived in the cottages in the laneway that leads to St. Nicholas Church. He described it to a tee and was very excited. His name is Cyril Jenkinson and his parents were Edith and Wilfrid Jenkinson. They ran the post office for many years.
I didn't live in Tollesbury but my in-laws' ancestors were the Rose family, James and Charlotte, born 1807 and 1809. He was an agricultural labourer and his children were Ann, Mehetebel, George, Susan, Thomas, maybe Isaac who married Kezia Woods. If anyone knows of any descendants or anything about the family I would be very interested. Vicki Manning
I was born in Withington Hospital and brought up for many years in Baguley Hall, I always remember the good times where all the children and the parents came out to play as one, no nastiness, no keep up with the Jones, we all helped each other, also if your parents were out or late, you could always go to the neighbours and wait (safely), one neighbour was I think called John, he was to me a mountain of a man with very ...see more
This quiet village street, that could at times be busy with traffic, was the scene of frenetic energy once a week. It was on the day the wives from the naval married quarters at Taranto Hill collected all the kids, walked past the church, over the river bridge, and came into the Post Office, on the left hand side of your picture, to collect the allotment money. There was much to see on the way. The garage owner was an ...see more
Our journey to Mickleton started when we arrived at Chipping Campdon, there was no one to meet us, we, my mother, an aunt and I were taken to the local police station where we stayed the night. Next morning we boarded a dear little bus, complete with little curtains at the windows, this took us to Mickleton, where my mother and aunt had positions with the Land Army. The houses occupied were Medford ...see more
My father was John Henry Williamson known as Harry. He lived with his father John William Williamson and mother Ada Florence nee Rylatt. My mother Florence Thorpe Catton was from Yorkshire and met Dad at Metheringham Feast. The family lived in Burton Pedwardine at the time of my parents marriage in 1933 and Harry and Florence went to live with John and Ada Williamson for the first few years. They had ...see more
My father Albert F. Bassford was born in 1923 in Bolton upon Dearne although he always thought it was spelled Bolton on Durn. I am assuming that since we couldn't find it spelled the way he thought it must be this spelling. He spoke of a girl his age that he played with every day, her family owned a little pub there. When he was being sent overseas to fight WWII he had a lay over in England and went to ...see more
My father, Carl Leopold Stanton, grew up in Harrow Weald and left, with his family, for Australia in 1948 on the ship The Ranchi. Growing up, we would hear our father's many stories of life in London in the second world war. I grew up in Australia but now live in London and would love to get in touch with anyone who knew my father and his family. Sadly, my father died a few years ago.
Lots of my relatives and friends are buried in the churchyard here. I was christened here by Rev Woodcock who had married my parents. I believe that he may have also christened me in 1955. I sang in the choir with Mr Foot as choirmaster until I moved South in 1970. I remember spiking the balcony with the Union Jack flagpole at Church Pararde when I was in 1st Lydiate Guides!
My Godfather, Peter Jones's parents owned the Scotch Piper. I remember being told about the oak tree which actually grew up through the bar area. I went to primary school just along the way at Lydiate CE where I had the most fantastic time. I was Lydiate Rose Queen 1965-66 before movine south to Hampshire when I was 15.
I also have memories of St. Joseph's I, along with my sister & brother were placed there. We had an aunt at the convent she was Mother Hilary. Sr Cecilia was in charge of the girls and I love her to this day. She was a very creative artistic nun. While everything was not like a typical home, we were well fed, well educated and well looked after. Can't speak for the boys though. I remember being in ...see more
I completed several training tours with 39th Signal Regiment and later 10th Signal Regiment at Shorncliffe around 1970. I recall setting up a "bivvy" in the training area for a whole week one frosty November on a "Detachment Commanders Course". The rough and ready camping aspect and appalling weather was no problem as I had previous experience with the Scouts. What I did find tough was ...see more
My memories are of Okenden in the early days, my father was born there and was from a family of 11 children, he was called Arthur Oakley, he lived there when the local bobby walked the streets pushing his pushbike, and if he did any wrong he got clipped around the ear. He worked at Ham River Quarry where he used to take me and show me all the places he spent time as a child, so when I visited there there was ...see more
Just go down Stakes Hill Rd. to where Gino's the hairdresser is situated and the next door semi was the home and business address of A.Olding Painter's & Decorators est. 1880. The Olding's were an old established Waterlooville familly going back generations and if painting and decorating was required it was to this address you called. Hard to imagine now that these two semi detached properties ...see more
My sister and I, Margaret and Maureen Grieve, were evacuated to Brynamman. I lived with Nellie, Stanley and Menna Thomas in the then new council houses. My sister stayed with the Pughs in Faifield House. My brothers joined us, Ken went to Station Rd and David to Mountain Rd. Mr and Mrs Mounford were our head master and mistress. I can remember the school burning down which we evacuees shared with the Welsh ...see more
My family used to visit Metheringham regularly to vist my mother's aunt. Her name was Nellie Garrick and she lived in Lime Tree Avenue (I think that is the right name). She was married to Jack Garrick. We used to go on a Friday night. Dad would go to the pub and we would stay at Great Aunty Nellie's house. We would always have fish and chips. Each year we would visit Metheringham Feast. I used to love the ...see more
I was born in Tythby in 1948. Rose Cottage on the Cross Roads of Tythby. Church on one corner, Miss Cox's house on another and Bagleys's farm on the other. The youngest of the eight Williamsons. Ours was a full household but I have happy memories of it. Listen with Mother came on the radio at 1.45pm. Mum said I used to tell her to be quiet while washing up so that I could listen the the two nursery ...see more
I was born in Tynemouth, in Percy Park, the road leading down to the sea by the Grand Hotel. In 1956, I began at Tynemouth Prep. School, now The Kings School, in Huntington Place. I live in Hampshire now, but, I have been back to Tynemouth several times and have always been delighted that so little has changed. Long may it remain so. I am Tony Brown.
My father was in the Navy and we lived at Ferry Inn during 1952. There were three other families living there, the Thorntons and the Burtons. The Burtons were related to Shackleton, the explorer. My father and his colleagues travelled to and from HMS Jupiter by launch and we children used to meet them in a dinghy, although they needed only to step ashore wothout our help. We saw the Battleship King ...see more
I was born in 1941. We lived at 4 Brook Row (where the public toilets are now). My family Arthur and Alice Mudge and myself Valerie Mudge. During the war, my dad, well known as Doll...was the village policeman. I was best friends with Stanley Fritter, who lived at 3 Brook Row with his family, his dad Arthur also known as Sweat and his mum Beattie. He has 2 sisters, Sheila and Pam. My Auntie Grace and ...see more
I remember when I first moved to Aveley, I was 7 years old. My nan lived in the prefabs and my mother, brother and myself moved in with her until they were demolished when I was eight years old. Then we moved into Hall Avenue, most of my friends lived all around me and we all started Love Lane School together although I was a year older than the other kids in my class. We used to go to the youth club to see the ...see more
My family moved to Brampford Speke in 1972 when I was two and we moved away in the summer of 1977 to Bristol. We lived in the bungalow opposite the village pub. I went to the village school and spent most of the time down by the river. I learnt to swim in the river too. I remember the hot summers when everyone would go by the river, also the Silver Jubilee when we all went in fancy dress, playing skittles in the ...see more
This scene has little changed although there has of course been the cliff landslip.The white railings on the right hand side of the picture enclose the dinghy maintainance/storage area of the Alexader Yacht Club. Perhaps a more accurate title for the picture would be to call it the WESTERN ESPLANADE. We were married in 1960. I was then in the Navy and we were facing a separation of fifteen months as I had been ...see more
I am entering these memories on behalf of my mother in law - Patricia Ross (nee Bolter) Running to meet Dad, just a young man, in uniform for the first time coming home to show us in pride. Providing for the family had been difficult, even tried sweeping snow. I have listened to "The Little Boy That Santa Clause Forgot" could only cry "I don't want my Dad to go ...see more
My Mum, Eileen Waight, walked past Restall's on her way to school c1928. Her mother bought her groceries at the store.
In the photo of Mickleover Village 1955, things still hadn't changed by 1965 when my mum used to walk us to the village most days to buy food. I remember there was a shop keeper regularly standing in the doorway on the right of the photo. The shop to the left of that, with the bike outside was the Co op, which was the biggest food store in Mickleover back then - way before Hillards arrived (now Tesco's I ...see more
I started my conscription service training In Yeovil, if I remember correctly the camp I trained at was called Houndstone Camp. I have very fond memories of the camp, and the friends I made in the RASC company we were in. I also have enjoyable memories of Yeovil village, we had some great times there. Being a northen lad living in a smoky industrial town, moving down to Yeovil was like moving into another world. I ...see more
This could be my mother and me! I was 5 in 1951 and remember visiting the pond to 'feed the ducks'. The common became a wonderful playground durig my childhood, everything from 'the wild west' to 'army battlefields'. It was safe, we would spend all day playing without fears or worries. The important thing was to avoid the 'Parkie' (Park Keeper), what a memorable age.
I was born in Ryther in 1956 in the house that my parents still live in on Mill Lane. I have lots of happy memories of my school days at the primary school which has now been converted into a house. We had lots of adventures especially in the floods which happened every year then. The milkman used to come in a boat to bring us milk. My father now 81 years and mother 89 years are the oldest residents in the ...see more
Probably more years than just 1910. My Grandmother Rose Smith (nee Holloway) grew up here. She was one of 10 children to John and Alice Holloway. She met my Grandfather, Sidney Fraser Smith, who was a Sergeant Instructor in Small Arms at the Barracks nearby. When she lived here the Holloway family had a pet black sheep, a monkey, ducks and chickens, with many fruit trees in the orchard, which is ...see more
Please could any one in Kings Somborne let me know who to contact regarding my family history. I have a family tree that dates back to 1781. My decendents were from Kings Somborne. I have names from that time and would very much like to find out more.i.e. if my ancestors are buried in your village. If they are that would be very exciting for me and the rest of my family, who are ...see more
My elder brother, Alan Crook, and I were evacuated from Sheffield during the blitz of, I think, 1941. We stayed, as far as I can recall, in a large house, I believe the Manse, attached to the Church. (St. James ?). I was about 6 at the time so my memories are a little hazy ! We were looked after by the Vicar, and his housekeeper who was very kind to us. The vicar had ...see more
1794 The year my direct ancestor was born in Bisley. It was not until I found my connection with him that I discovered that my roots started there. Abraham Davis for that was his name, was born, lived, married and came to a untimely end in the Bisley area. His death occurred on the 29th September 1851 when he accidentally fell in the canal at Rodborough and drowned. I ...see more
This is a photograph of two tramcars, Nos 6 & 7, at the passing loop above the Great Orme Mines. They are painted in the Dark Ochre livery which was only used for a few years after the upper line's opening in 1903. The haulage cables are clearly visible, these being of seven eigths of an inch diameter. They roll above ground on 12 inch sheaves and are guided by 'top hat' ...see more
The Great Orme Tramway is split into an upper and lower section at Halfway station. This photo is taken on the lower section at the middle passing place, situated on Ty Gwyn Road just above Black Gate. At this point, car 4 takes the outer rails to pass car 5 which passes on the hillward side. The roadway here is 'pinched' [ie it suddenly narrows] and has on occasion been the scene of ...see more
This is the old mill on the banks of the River Avon at Bathampton. It may have been operational at this time but by 1930 it was labelled as disused.
This is a view of the Bathampton Tea Gardens which occupied the old buildings of Bathampton Mill, and the picture is taken from Bathampton Bridge. On the O.S. Somerset sheet XIV Revision of 1930 with additions in 1938. The buildings were bought by my Uncle and Aunt, Stan and Gwen Burge, in 1933, using money given to them by Stan's brother Alec who had a winning ticket on the Calcutta sweepstake. In spite ...see more
This view is a photograph just in front of the Ferryboat Inn at Shaldon - a popular haunt for the sailors and oarsmen taking part in the annual Shaldon Regatta. As part of the week long programme of entertainments there was an evening of morris dancing and mumming by the Ferryboat Inn. It was a warn and dry August evening and crowds filled the tables on the beach in front of the Inn waiting for the ...see more
Towards the end of the Second World War my parents met and married while on active service in Egypt. As soon as my mother knew she was expecting me, the Royal Air Force sent her back to England on a troopship and she was welcomed by her mother-in-law who she had never previously met! They had a flat together in Walm Lane Cricklewood so when it was time for me to enter the world they found ...see more
My family lived in Hillingdon from the beginning of ww2 until 1953 when we moved from Biggin Hill. Our first home was a top floor flat in Pinewood Ave which was not ideal for a family with 4 children and then Grandmother descended on us with her 2nd husband. Amazing to think of todays children being prepared to share a bedroom with 3 others, however when child no. 5 came along we moved to ...see more
I was born in Norheads Lane before ww2 but sadly had to leave at the outbreak of war. The bungalow I was born in was called Burghill and my grandparents lived nearby at a house called Sheridan which has now been replaced by townhouses as far as I know. I also had relatives further down Norheads Lane. I haven't been down there again for many years and even the last time in 1980's it had changed beyond recognition. ...see more
I moved to Osterley from Hounslow in 1969 aged 5. Earliest memories include Mrs Thomas's sweet shop, the greengrocer shop and the fish van that I had to buy cheap fish from for our 2 cats. Riveting stuff eh?! Spent many happy hours playing in Jersey (rock) Gardens and visited there earlier this year. Not a lot had changed although the tennis courts were in a terrible state(and we wonder why we can't produce a decent ...see more
1948 was the year I was born and lived at 39 Taylor Street, ajacent to Thornley Crescent, School Street, Garden Street and John Street. In 1953 I attended the Thurnscoe Infants School on Houghton Road straight across from Stone Brothers garage I remember that some of the teachers were called Miss Davidson, Miss James and Miss Rose and the Headmistress Mrs Brown. 1955 came around and I moved up the ...see more
The caravan site on Lime Kiln Lane in Brid is still flourishing - I had no idea it had been there so long! We are fortunate enough to have a place there for our grandchildren to enjoy the full benefits of the sea-side. Its a very happy place.
Penhale Camp is situated towards the northern end of Penhale Sands and the Ministry of Defence owns this which is used as an army training area. In the summer of 1969 I had just transferrred to 39th Signal Regiment and was billeted at this camp which I remember as really great! Excellent summer weather helped of course. Off duty hours allowed time for sand, sea and surfing!! ...see more
Butchers Coppice. The site is still in good use by Scouts, the facilities have been vastly improved. We hear the Scouts from my house enjoying themselves, no matter what the weather.
My family purchased and converted an old single decker bus for us to have holidays in. It was parked on a small piece of land opposite the church. An old Gypsy caravan was parked just inside the gate to the land, I was told that it had to be burned as it was so rotten and infested! I can remember as a very small child staying in the bus and fishing in the stream which ran next to the land we were on. My family used to ...see more
I was so pleased to come across a site talking about 'my' family village of Hessenford. I was also evacauated to Hessenford with my mum and spent my 1st birthday there. This was the first of many August holidays with my Great Aunt Dorah and Great Uncle Dick (known as Farmer & Mrs Nicholls but who's surname was actually Nicholas) who were the tenant farmers of Hessenford Farm. The white porch of the farmhouse is ...see more
My father had holidays in Heacham in the 1920s. I visited as a young boy in the 1950s staying in an old railway carriage on the beach side of the station. My favourite activity was sitting by the station and watching the trains, rather than going to the beach. Mostly these were hauled by D16s - what a pity none have been preserved. What a pity the line to Hunstanton was closed in less enlightened times - it ...see more
I can remember Coronation Day in Shillingstone, the weather was not settled and there were showers, I can remember watching the crowning of the Queen on a TV which was in Mrs Fudge's house at the lower end of the village. In the afternoon we had a parade of fancy dress and walked to the recreation field where a fete was held, with skittles and side shows. During the evening ...see more
In the forties, we would cycle past this pond on the left then turn left towards Gt Budwarth [think that's how you spell it], passing a small woodland with sandy banks, eventually arriving at Gt Budworth, down an avenue of trees to the school on the rightl and the Church on the left. I recall a Wishing Well at the bottom of the hill past the Post office. Mrs Dishman, taught the little ones, she was ...see more
My greatgrandfather Patrick Matthews, his second wife Mary Ann (Smith) together with their daughter Rose sailed on the maiden voyage of the Majestic to New York in April 1890. Patrick was from Cootehill, CountyCavan, Ireland. In 2005 I found his descendants living in Florida. My husband and I flew to America for a holiday and met our new cousins.
My mother was born in Wallasey in 1931. Maureen Brown. She married a US Air Force Sgt. Jim Humphires in 1955. In my early teens we were stationed in Germany and my mother, brother and sister lived with my grandmother (Mary Brown) in the early 70's. We all attended school there for 6 months. I have never forgotton that experience. My mother was able to get back home several times but became ill and passed away last year. ...see more
My grandmother, Ellen Jane St. John, owned a cottage/cabin/ex-WWI Army Hut, appropriately called The Hut on Westover Road and it was my job when first arriving from Southamton in her Standard 8 car to cut the grass. Being a large area, for my young size, it took half-a-day to complete the task. There was no electricity, the place being lit with paraffin lamps when night fell. Besides walking along the beach to see ...see more
My mother was a waitress at the Royal Hotel from c1945-1952 Does anyone remember her? Her name was Rachel Jacobs k/a Ray
Orange rolling, Good Friday afternoon up the 'orange pit'. There used to be crowds of people all chasing little oranges down the hill. Never quite sure what you did if you caught one, I'm sure it wouldn't have been fit to eat! Is this peculiar to Dunstable? I know of cheese rolling, where they chase a double gloucester cheese down a hill in Leckhampton (near Cheltenham) but haven't come across anything else similar elsewhere.
My first memory of the Civic was that awesome ceiling, seen for the very first time at a do hosted by the then new Evening Post newspaper, for all the delivery boys & girls. Probably not long after the hall opened. The entertainment was none other than the Bonzo Dog Doo-dah Band. Next, the heady days of the 70's when the Civic was one of the best venues for what has come to be called Classic Rock. We ...see more
1960. As young lads most of us had started work and Friday/ Saturday night was our gang meeting night. Summer hols were good fun as the bay used to get a lot of girls, swap girls as we called them, on holiday from Sweden, the swap was a girl from the bay area would exchange family in Sweden and vice versa, but it was our swap if we had a date with one and did not like her, and would always meet in the fair ...see more
I have just started to trace my family tree and found that my mother was born in the pub in Patrington market place in the year 1922. The family name being Melbourne. Does anybody have any memories of the people who owned that pub around that time or even a little later. It would make interesting reading.
My best friend Barbara Harris, who I have not seen since I was 14 years old. Finally last week we re-united, thanks to my Auntie Olive who lives in Andover now. The years just rolled back an I recognised her and she recognised me, we could not stop hugging and looking at each other. This is a friendship which has survived an absence of 40 years.
I visited this site and was intrigued to find pictures of Slinfold. One of them, the village hall, recalled the time when I belonged to a village group called The Stane Street Players run by Mrs Knibbs. We performed plays there and at other village halls nearby. Not far away, on the other side of the road, was a sweet and tobacconist shop run by a Mr Pescod.. Further down on the same side was a ...see more
Does anyone know whereabouts in West Overton this cottage was and whether it is still standing.
I spent many a summer holiday as a child (between 1976 and around 1983) at Taylor's Rock on Beacon Road, Woodhouse Eaves. I still consider it to be the only place I have ever truly felt at home and I miss it dreadfully, even now! I have incredibly fond memories of Broombriggs Cottage Farm, next to Taylor's Rock, time spent playing in the Beacon - there was the most ...see more
This photo appears at the back of Essex Living Memories (pages 112 - 113) and in "I Remember When ... Memories of Britain (page 134)". The two ladies in the foreground with the prams appear familiar - The lady on the left may be Mrs Peagram with her son Colin in the pram, the lady on the right could be Mrs Hockley with her son, Kenneth. The couple with the child in the pushchair outside the butchers looks ...see more
I have found from doing family history that my great grandfather George James Andrews died at the Cornish Arms Hotel on 25 Dec 1919. If anyone has any info about the hotel at that time I would love to see it ,or hear from any relatives of the Andrews family.
In 1967 I enlisted with the Territorial Army and served five years with the Royal Corps of Signals. My basic training included learning to shoot with the 762 self loading rifle on the ranges near Hightown. My unit was the 42nd East Lancashire Squadron of the Lancashire and Cheshire Yeomanry which became part of 33rd Signal Regiment under the Army reorganisations about that time. I ...see more
Thursday 14th August 2008 was a sunny summer day for the wedding of a lovely Japanese girl, Nakki, to Ra - the son of one of the Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers - Jane. Following the ceremony in Paignton, there was a barbeque party at Platway House which is an old mansion up the hillside above Shaldon with amazing views across the river just like the view shown here. As both Nakki, the bride, ...see more
I was a pupil at Whittlebury College 1962-1964 . The school was run by Major Meager and his wife as a sort of "crammer" for those of us who needed to get more help for O and A levels.
The teachers were perhaps not the best in the county but did help many to get the O levels that were needed, including myself but not in my subjects as I was expelled before I could take three more O Levels.
I was ...see more
I remember there was a shop that sold all kinds of coffee beans. You could smell the coffee a few doors before you reached it. It's in the centre of the photo.
Hello, my name is Jeane Moorhouse, nee Huxley, I started life on Band St, Hollywood area, in 1952, then moved to Hilton St. My only memories from here are the wash house and Hollywood Park where the fair would arrive and the carnivals. We then moved to Hesketh St in Heaton Norris, our back yard was shared with Bob Hillingworth who lived at the end house, I remember sitting on our back step shelling peas ...see more
Marazion celebrated 500 years of being a town in 1995! This shows the parish church for the town.
They demolished the shops on the left cos it was so narrow, then built the bypass! The Silvermine gift shop is there now.
St Michael's tea rooms in front, later the Giants Nose, now the Ferry Cafe.
Old rectory on right, since demolished.
Just below turnpike.
Does anyone recall the mansion house called Inholmes. It was at the very top of Cants Lane when I was a youngster (I am now 50). It was owned by Keymer Brick and Tile Company as I grew up and then sadly demolished to make way for the present housing estate. I would appreciate any photographs or memories.
Primary school teacher was Miss Barbara Chisolm. She married a local farmer, Jack Cumming, and they farmed Abbeylands at least until the early fifties. The house and farm buildings were demolished and several houses are there now. The local Post Office was also located in that building and was run by Mrs Cumming. At that time the Abbey was called Pluscarden Priory, a ruin around which children ...see more