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Some of the best times of my life was in my back street. I live in Ewehill Terrace and have got some lovely friends in the street too. My name is Sarah Emery and I have lived in Fence Houses all my life. When I was a child we all used to play in and around Ewe Hill. My friends Lisa and Mandy also live in the street and the have been life-long friends. We used to play nocky nine doors follow the arrow. I work in the post office at Fence Houses now.
I was born in Waltham Cross in 1941, right in the middle of an air raid. My dad was yelling up at the planes saying "Not tonight Adolf, not tonight!" Waltham Cross back then was a wonderful village to grow up in. Sunday mornings only the sweet shop would be open at the top of Trinity Lane, named Foyles. You could walk up the High St and come across sheep being herded in the middle of the road, and ...see more
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My name is Don Davies, my sister Pam and I were evacuated to Dormansland, early in the war, to escape the anticipated bombing of Croydon, Surrey. We stayed with my uncle and aunt in the railway house at the station. My uncle was the general factotum of the station,from porter, ticket collector etc etc. Unfortunately I cannot remember his name. I have been completing some family history,and ...see more
I now live in Houston, Texas, USA. My birth certificate has a written record of my being baptized in St James Church in Leith, but I cannot find any record of the church, which was near Gt Junction Street, Leith. Thanks. Morty Grant, born in Lapicide Place, Leith.
I was just browsing through the net when I came upon this place, and it brought back a lovely memory of this place, as this was where my father took me just after the war, and the wonderful old lady who lived there introduced me to reading books. We were in her back garden which ran down to the brook that this place was named after. I cannot remember her name but I picture her as though it was yesterday, but I will never ...see more
Hi old Delamerites! My name is Marilyn Levy. I was sent to Delamere at the age of six, and remember crying myself to sleep every night. I probably annoyed all the girls in that dormitory with the notion that I was going home. In retrospect, my stay in that beautiful paradise was probably the best thing that happened to me! I have so many memories. I remember my peg number being lucky thirteen, and ...see more
I'm trying to trace my family tree and found that my g,g,g,grandfather Henry Travill, born 1829, lived in Corse up to 1886. Going back to my g,g,g,g, grandmother Ann Fisher, known as Nancy, was born 1786 and g,g,g,g, grandfather Benjamin Travel born 1781. If anyone recognises any information I have given please could you contact me at joannekeddie@hotmail.com. Thankyou.
We used to rent the bottom cottage down from the Co-op and the top house pub. My younger brother had a massive crush on the barmaid of the middle house. She was called Marylin (he is called Ben). Is she still there? I believe her younger brother was a milkman? We rented the cottage for about 4 years on the bounce and had the best holidays ever there. My memories include the pirahna at Horsley Hall, the banana ...see more
Whatever happened to all the guys and gals I went to school with?? Born 1965, I went to Tringham and Westend Middle School, Winston Churchill and graduated in 1982. I'm Andy Barnett, formerly of Malthouse Lane. I used to know nearly everyone around the village. Surely there's people who have been to this site who remember me. I left for the United States back in 1988. The working ...see more
Having moved into Walls Quarry with my husband in 1961, I too remember the snow. It started to fall on Boxing Day 1962. We had a job to get home from Gloucester by car during theafternoon. By March '63 it was still thick and frozen hard. The postmen had difficulty doing hillside deliveries out from Brimscombe Post Office. Three of them had a week's holiday due, and were unable to take it before the 'end of the year' ...see more
I was growing up in Eastham during the 1930s, attending the village school when war was declared. We had occasional day visits by the Lufwaffe and a couple of bombs were dropped. Then, after Dunkirk, the Merseyside blitz started with a vengeance, we in Eastham took some hard hits, Masons farm, opposite the Stanley Arms, took a direct hit and lost all its cattle when the shippons collapsed, also the park had some ...see more
Yes, that's the name we gave them later on in our youth. No one did fish and chips like Mr Buttler and his wife, only costing a few pence to my knowledge. We used to put loads of salt and vinigar on. Then this loud voice would say 'That's enough lads, off you go' . Buttlers even became a hang-out place for our gang once over. When I look back I think it was his fish and chips why we hung out there. My wife ...see more
I used to live at Brookhouse with my parents, great aunt and maternal grand mother. Brookhouse was split into 3 houses at the time (131, 133, 135 Holcolme Road). My grandfather (Thomas Lomax) visited at Christmases and holidays. My parents were Pat (Lomax)and Andrew Martyn-Clark. My aunt who worked at the local Tech (Bury) was Mrs Irene Cosgrove (nee Lomax). My grandmother was Jane Lomax (nee Dunn). She was known as ...see more
My parents ran the Red Lion between 1953-83. I was brought up here and went to Blendworth School, Mrs Byrne was the headmistress. The pub was situated on a tight bend on the old A3 and was regularly hit by vehicles unable to make it round this corner. A blocked up archway on the left of the building had a date brick of c1750. In the Square adjacent to the Red Lion was Smith & Vospers, grocers and ...see more
I lived on Long Street in Topcliffe 1958-1972 - opposite the old school, which is now a post office, and therefore on the other side of the road from this photo. I was excited by the fair, horses trotting along the road, smells, sights and sounds different from usual, lots of people, including photographers who wanted to take pictures from our upstairs windows and the occasional visitor who would ask to use our loo. ...see more
At the time we lived near Coley church, mum, dad, sister June, brother Paul and me, Steven. I remember moving up to Burnley Hill Terrace near the Duke of York on a horse and cart. I didn't realise then but it was our first house with a bathroom, it must of been heaven for mum and dad not having to get that bath tub out anymore. It was a loving warm house where 3 more brothers came later on. I have fond memories of dad, ...see more
Not really a memory - rather a request for information. My grandfather, Alfred Pain, was licensee of the Crown Inn from possibly the late 1920s through to the middle 1930s. If anyone has any memories/information/photos of the public house and/or my grandfather's time there, I would be most grateful to hear them. Incidentally, my mother, Doris Bird, used to live in Hoddesdon Road and it was through working at ...see more
I left school in 1965, Ogley Hay Girls' School, my maiden name was Kathleen Cooper. My birth father was George Kelly although I was brought up by my grandparents, Nell and Gerald Cooper. I loved the avenues, everyone knew everyone, you could leave the doors open when you went to the club, nobody ever stole from their neighbours, helped more like. I would go down to the canal down Chemmy Hill where the ...see more
One of the week long programme of events for the Brixham Heritage Festival is morris dancing on the old Fish Quay. Grimspound Border Morris entertained the crowds first. They "blacked up" in the traditional way and then danced to the hypnotic rhythms of their large band under the canopy of the old Fish Market. It was something of a surreal experience as a replica of The Golden Hind as ...see more
My Mum and Dad first brought me to Fairbourne when I was born in 1966. My father and his father before him had been coming to the same bungalow (Min-y-Don on the Coast Road - Penrhyn Drive South) all their lives. Mum Dad and my sister visited Fairbourne every summer till I was 16. What happy memories. Each morning we would walk to the bakery for bread rolls - I can smell them now. If the weather was fine we ...see more
I live in the State of Maryland in the US and have never been to Scotland, although our family geneology has been traced there. My reason for writing is this house. In my town of Princess Anne, Maryland, we have a house known as Teackle Mansion, built in 1802 by Littleton Dennis Teackle who toured Scotland in 1799 and was inspired by the architecture to recreate, to the best of ...see more
I was born in the 1980s and my father was Alan Prior. He used to work with Jim(or James ) Heath. We lived in the 'police' house with my mother Dawn. I remember being snowed in at one point and a lovely lady in the village let a whole coach full of us (we were supposed to go to school) invade her house and gave us cups of tea. I also remember my mum used to be a horse judge, I think, and we used to go to ...see more
Calceby... I came to live here in 1947, not a country girl by birth, having lived in Stoke on Trent, Staffordshire, for the first fourteen years of my life. This hamlet was to become my home for the next three years, isolated and buried in the heart of the wolds. I came to know every part of the landscape, and walking very soon became my hobby. My interest in history became larger than life because here I was ...see more
I was born in Gothic House, The Churchyard, South Molton in May 1941. My name was Patricia Elizabeth Abbott Huxtable. My father was Charles John Huxtable and my grandparents were Charles George Pearce Huxtable and Elizabeth Avery Abbott (of North Molton). The churchyard was a playground for myself, my brother Roger and our friends. We were lucky not to suffer the effects of the war and have memories of ...see more
Chew Magna, High School - this was in fact the High School for Sacred Heart High School & Preparatory School, which I attended for 3 years. I was in my first year senior's when the high school closed, from my memory it was a close-knit family community. People seemed to respect the building which we had the priviledge to go to school in. School sports day that final year was ...see more
Memories of Shepton Mallet. I was born in Kilver Street, Shepton Mallet just two years before the Second World War was declared and have drawn upon my family and my own memories to produce 18 books of local history on the town and the surrounding area. Little had changed in the townscape during the previous 100 years, and it was until the 1960s that widescale demolition and rebuilding took place. In many ...see more
My grandfather William Allen and grandmother Florence Allen ran Allen & Bros Grocers during the Second World War, with William's brother Carradine Allen. They lived in Oldbury House with their daughter (my mother) and my great aunt, Lydia Dennis. After my grandfather died in 1958 the family moved to Priors Park where they stayed until the death of Lydia in 1990. While looking up the family tree I have found ...see more
I was named after my uncle who was one of 2 boys, Arthur (my dad), and Maurice. My grandfather and grandmother had converted their front room to a shop which seemed to sell EVERYTHING.....We spent our annual holiday every year at number 5.. and I have many happy memories of visits to the Mumbles.. Porthcawl.. Barry and many more... and also of the many friends we met up with each year. Also... I have ...see more
As far as I was concerned there was nowhere else, only what I read or what my parents told me, my life centred around the post office, church, vicarage and Bryn Eglwys, and the neighbouring farms, the lovely views to the west. Buses to Colwyn Bay, exactly as described, characters in the hamlet, and the outbreak of war, the Home Guard, reminiscent of Dad's Army, the A.R.P., rationing, less sold in the shop ...see more
Tha Palace Cinema in St Blazey was one of the longest operating cinemas in England. I worked there as the usherette during the middle to late 60s (I believe it is now closed). We had films three times a week and bingo twice a week - there was a Saturday morning children's cartoon show. I did everything from selling tickets to urshering and during the interval selling chocolates, drinks and ice cream. I have always ...see more
During the mid 1960s I spent many a happy childhood holiday staying at the Crows Nest Bungalow at Reighton Gap. This bungalow was sited near the cliff edge, by the gorge overlooking the distant caravan site. (One of the farthest bugalows pictured in the view towards Filey). Each year we would notice that part of the garden had disappeared due to cliff erosion. Gradually, by the 3rd year, the ...see more
I am from this family - my grandmother was a Melcombe.
Many Rememberance Sundays were spend at the Abercynon Clock by members of the Abercynon branch of the Glamorgan Army Cadet Force .
I can remember having lessons in Duffryn House, top floor. The walls and stairways were amazing, thick handrails curving from top to bottom. An amazing building which in my opinion should have been listed. Dai Boyce, MACS 1981 -1985
Looking at the pictures takes me back to my childhood, having lived in the village for 20 years. My home was at the end of this slip road behind the large hedge. I remember walking down to the bakers and to Taylor and Bristows, to me was like an Aladdin's cave, and then on to the butcher for steak for my dog. The village has changed but many things have stayed the same, only older. I still go back for the odd walk round. It was great to find this web site.
I was born in Newcombe Road, no 52, in 1962. I remember the village shop opposite the White Horse pub, the garden centre and the village pond near the King Will pub. I used to stay a lot at my uncle and auntie's flat in Borehamwood in Leaming Road, their names were Ray and Maureen Atkins. My mum and dad were Betty and John Atkins. I also used to visit Hansens little cafe in the town. I now live in St Neots, Cambs. ...see more
I hope I am not mistaken, but this building looks very much like the old Chepstow Cottage Hospital. I lived and worked at Sedbury in the 1970's and I am sure this is where we used to bring our youngsters (from SPS) to be treated.
I lived at the Earl Grey Public House which is seen in front of the church in this photograph
I was born in Worthing in 1938 and lived in Sompting so grew up in the area until I was conscripted in 1958, and subsequently stayed in the Army but removed to Andover in Hampshire on leaving the Military, although I still have family in Lancing. I spent a very happy teenage from leaving school until call up, in Lancing. My happiest memories were being a member of the Lancing Repertory Players for about 4 years from ...see more
My uncle Mr. Fred Wilson was for many years the landlord of The Cross Inn which can be partially seen at the top of the picture. His Alsatian Rinti used to lay down in front of the stocks and stop the traffic.
I was born in Farleigh Road in New Haw in 1945. My dad, John, worked at Vickers Armstrongs as did many other parents and my Mum, Grace, had also worked there during the war before she had children. She and my elder brother, John, were evacuated to Scotland at one time because of the bombing of the factory. After the war I went to West Byfleet Primary School, as did my three brothers, twins Peter and Paul ...see more
The old coastguard cottages at Mawgan Porth were leased by Mrs Kate Knight and her youngest daughter Winifred in about 1920 from Col Williams of Carnanton at St Mawgan. They ran a tearoom and let two of the cottages whilst living in the third one. When Win married Norman Carthew in 1938 they also lived in the cottages. As children we had a wonderful life with the whole beach as our playground. We ...see more
I think the road you see near the top right of the picture is Hunshelf Bank. If I'm right then I used to live in a house at the top of the hill with my family. It stood back from the road and looked down on Samuel Fox's. When I was around 6 years old my parents moved us to the Coach and Horses on Manchester Road which is the main road seen in the picture. I hope I'm right. My name then was Sanderson.
When I look at these old photos, Sheringham has not changed that much, it's very strange though seeing the old Grand Hotel. I used to take the ponies round the roundabout as a young child to earn money during the summer. The water trough is still there but full of flowers instead of horses' noses.
I remember growing up in Elgin (Bishopmill). All my family have passed on now, but I still visit as often as I can, each time I go there I feel a bolt of pride as I walk down the High Street, happy days.
I lived in Elm Park from when I was born (in Oldchurch Hospital) in 1950 to when I was dragged away to Australia, kicking and screaming (inside) at the end of 1964. I often went to The Bull with a couple of my friends from Maylands girls' school. Of course, being only 13 or 14, we had to stay outside but we went to listen to the groups that played there, from time to time.
I had a couple of holidays at Broadstairs, staying at the Convent at Port Regis. I attended St Philomena's in Carshalton Surrey and I think they owned the Convent at Port Regis. I can remember Broadstairs and going to Margate. I now live in Sydney, Australia but will be in England in September and I hope to get down to Kent (amid a very busy itinerary) and relive those memories. Bette Schoots (nee Miller).
I lived in Surrey but used to travel to Doune to visit Margaret & George Paterson who owned Watston Farm in Doune. Living in a city I loved going up to the farm for holidays and had my last visit to them in 1973 when I came over from Australia with my husband, son and daughter (where I moved to in 1963). I am visiting Scotland again in September 08 and look forward to revisiting Doune, Kippen and Stirling where I have happy memories of great holidays. Bette Schoots (nee Miller).
My Grandfather Blaskett ( my mother Sylvia was the second daughter of his second wife) owned property in Reading and was a spec builder and for a while our family lived at 24 Bath Road. He had a property I think before the War called Rotherham Grange but I don't know where in Reading it was. I will be over in England in September (I live in Sydney, Australia) and hope to find Rotherham Grange. If anyone can help me I ...see more
I lived on Auchmead Rd from 1957-79 and now I live in the States. Life has not been bad, but there's never a day goes by, that I do not think of home. When we were weans, we used to have concerts in the backyard, singing, dancing anything to feel like a star. It's a shame children nowadays don't have that attitude. Summer nights we got to stay out till midnight, boy we thought we were something. We would walk to Inverkip ...see more
The shop on the right was run by my great-uncle Charles Johns, and the sweetshop next door by the Steps brothers, with Triggs shop on the left.
I lived in Rawmish, and as a special treat my dad's mate Tony Williams got his mate the caretaker to let me have my own personal look roun't castle. My dad used to work at the pit offices in Denaby. When I used to go and see my dad in't olidays I'd go train spotting to the station and then ride home making sure I went via the castle.
We spent three years in perfect holidaying mood in Mrs Greig's caravan, the first time ever having a jelly mould, 1955!!!. Caravan site run by the Philps, had Yates round salted butter every day on our rolls, had fruit in our caravan and loved going to the post office for toys. Went on the boat out to sea, mum wasn't happy as they stopped to pick up balloons and bottles in the bay. We had visitors every day as ...see more
To start with, I do not know Harworth, but my grandparents lived there for a while around 1924. I am told they taught at the sunday school, but I think it might have been at a chapel, not the church. Does anyone have an idea if there was a Methodist chapel in the village at that time, and if there would be any records from that period in existance? They were called Knight and lived with relatives called Williams.
We lived in Upleatham, my gran, grandad and my mum and dad. I was really young and my grandparents had lived there for a long time. We lived in a row of houses as the centre of the village and my grandad worked in the local saw mill and had other jobs. We had no electricity and no running hot or cold water. We had an outhouse at the back of the house up a hill. It was really cold going up there in winter! No bathroom and ...see more
This picture is of the shops in Leeming Road and not the main shopping centre in Borehamwood, fondly known as the village. Leeming Road shops are in fact about a mile away from the main town. I would love to see any photos of the "village" if anyone has any.
I was born in Medomsley in 1957 in the big house top of Fines Rd, Fines House. I lived in Medomsley till 1973. I've got some great memories of the village when it was a small village, Mrs Finlay's shop, the old school, St Mary Magdeline, the snow when the buses couldn't get down Fines Rd because the road was blocked from the Hat & Feather.
I used to live in Churchfield, my old house is the only one left standing amongst a maze of flats. It was a council house in those days and we shared it with another family, the Caines. I went to Churchfields Primary and Junior Schools, as did my two sisters. I have wonderful memories of my time at Churchfields and me and two friends went back there recently to have a look and to our amazement there was ...see more
I think it was about 1959 when a new Vicar arrived in the village of Yapton he was the Rev. Nelson. I was 12 at the time, His wife who we only knew as Mrs Nelson decided to start a church choir. So with a few of my cousins and girls I went to school with off we went to see what it was all about. Mrs Nelson had at least two daughters that I remember and we were all welcomed into the Vicarage for choir practice which used ...see more
I remember this school so well, my first born went to this school in 1983 and so did my daughter, it's a shame they pulled part of it down. I remember walking the children over to what is now the infant school to use their swimming pool, later when they pulled some of the old school down the children were moved to the infant school in South Wigston, on the Countesthorpe Road, where all three of my children ...see more
I moved to South Wigston in 1978 as a newly wed, I lived on Marstown Avenue which then was a two way road, and very busy, and I remember using these shops all the time. I used to do my shopping in what is now called Jacksons and is a Sainsburys shop. I notice looking at the picture of the 1960s that not a lot has changed but the end shop on the left of the picture is now a fish and chip shop, ...see more
I lived at Lowfield Park Lodge on the Charlwood Road (from the long-disappeared Lowfield Heath) from about 1950 to 1962, and I believe the house was demolished around 1965(???) to make way for the expansion of Gatwick airport. My dad and I used to fish for carp in what we called the Brickyard Pond about a 5 minute drive from (I think) the pub that Dudley Wickens' dad used to be landlord of ... or have I got ...see more
My memory - in 1964 I left Henry Harbin Secondary School, aged fifteen, the world was my oyster, well that was the theory. I spent two weeks laying on the sand at Sandbanks, until my father took me to Bluebird Caravans and I ended up in the cabinet shop. After a week my dad's words came flooding back - 'Your best days are at school'. I hate to admit it, he was right. Well I met some really nice guys, they became good work ...see more
Hello I don't have a memory as such. I am one of the current owners of the Saffron Hotel and am looking into its history and would love to hear from anyone of their memories and also any insight they can provide on its history. I have a certain amount of information obtained from census information but any other information would be greatly appreciated. We are asked so many times for the history on ...see more
What a dump Iwerne Minster was to a school boy of the 60's sent from London to that boarding school in the middle of nowhere. The locals spoke in a strange unintelligible dialect, the air was sometime thick with the stink of manure, and you had to be 14 to buy beer from the off-licence at Tarrant Hinton! Now, 50+ years on, it doesn't seem such a bad place at all. In fact, its quite nice down there. The beer is not so bad after all.
I was born and lived all my life till 24 in Oulton. It was then a small village and everywhere I went someone knew me or a family member. Back then we could play in the street and roam all over the village. One supermarket Grandways which closed many years ago now. My mum still lives in Oulton and three uncles live in Woodlesford. I however moved to Castleford and have been there for 20 years. I go back all the time but ...see more
My great grandfather lived at 49 Chapel Hill, Highweek, Newton Abbot. He was 39 then and he had a wife called Susan and 6 children. He was a policeman in Highweek and I am trying to find out more about him and his mother and father, his children were Mary Ann, Susan Ann, William, Samuel, Elizabeth M and John Henry who was my grandfather, he I know joined the 1st Life Guards in Windsor but I am trying ...see more
I was born in Epsom in 1936. Apparently, when still in my push-chair, I trundled down the bank shown in the picture and ended up in the water!! Later when 10 or 12 we used to sail our model yachts on the pond and in our teens spent a lot of evenings in the park chatting up the girls! Happy, happy days. I must admit there was a tear or two in my eyes when I saw all those lovely trees felled by the great storm.
I was born in Llawog LLandyrnog in 1946 and attended the local school. A small school the headmaster being J H Archibald Jones and teachers Miss C P Lloyd, Misses Crabtree and Rowlands, they were happy times and the sun always shone - it always did then didn't it ? Like everywhere else the village has changed over the years - the shop having been re-sited, lots of new houses built - with people my age having ...see more
I was so pleased to see this photo, as the caravan by the brick building was my grandparents'. We had another one right opposite this one. I had many a happy time on the site. I was born in 1949 & used to be down there every summer until it closed in 1972. My grandparents had them well before I was born. I can remember all the men getting the chairs all in a line, this was the people with tents who didn't know ...see more
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I used to live in Sundown Ave, just around the corner from these shops. My friend Michelle lived to the right of the bus. My Mum used to work in the sweet shop at the end of the parade to the right. There was a supermarket on the far left with a chemist next door. I remember buying my Mum some rather stinky Yardley perfume there for her birthday one year for about 1/6d I went to school at Downside CP ...see more
My best friends father used to be Vicar here back in 1960's (Rev J Gaunt). Sabrina and I would hang around Hatch End at various places getting up to all sorts of mischief. I had my confirmation at this Church under the guidance of Rev Gaunt but carried out by the Bishop of Singapore who was visiting at the time. When Rev Gaunt moved on the fabulous Rev CLive Pearce took up residence. Clive carried out my ...see more
Another view of The Fox, one of 5 local 'hostelries' which was frequented by the Debden Royal Airforce crowd, including, most likely, my dear mother, Elma Rivis,a WAAF.
More than likely The Fox was a popular watering hole for the pilots, mechanics and WAAFs at Debden Aerodrome during the war.
The Saffron Hotel, quite possibly where my life began in the wartime summer of 1942.
I have no doubt that my lovely young, 23 year old mother, Elma , a WAAF stationed at Debden fighter aerodrome, during WW2, cycled this lovely lane at some point. It was around here, in the summer of 1942, that my life began when my mother and still unknown father 'sparked' me into life. He apparently named John, according to one source, guarded a radio transmitter from a small hut out in the Essex countryside, ...see more
While studying at Westminster Technical College, Hotel School just off Victoria Street in London I became good friends with Andy Gardiner whose parents ran a small hotel, probably one of these pictured here, in the North Parade of the front at Skegness. Andy invited me up at some point to meet his parents and sister, he being accompanied by his then lovely French girlfriend of whom I was ...see more
Savernake Forest is significant to me because this was the chosen halfway point on our family's mid+ 1950's long road journey from Hereford to Portsmouth for our annual summer holidays. Here, my stepfather, Lt.Colonel H.R.W*****, MA,RAEC, future OBE and general SOB, would pull the old Hillman off the road among the massive roots of this ancient, historic forest's huge oaks and my ...see more
