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The story of the family dunking.....Once upon time there was a naughty little boy aka POP, and he and his friends decided they fancied the bibles and candles from the local church, they decided to run for it, and he and his mates decided to finish the day by pushing out an old coal barge. Just for a laugh, the powers above then made him fall straight into these docks...... this was followed by a good beating from the ...see more
The building on the left, the old Post Office, is now the TSB Bank. My Father-in-Law can remember the trams travelling in front of these buildings....no shelters, so the poor old Teddy Boy got wet!!!!!
My Father in Law aka POP (Michael Halls) can remember the building on the right as Ancient House. This was a big book shop which is now Lakelands kitchen shop.
I was born in my Grandparents house - "Wimbourne" - in the valley below the Mill. Many pleasant hours have I spent sitting in the kitchen with my grandmother shelling peas that granddad had grown in the garden. The Mill could be seen from the kitchen window high on the downs. When travelling through Bridge on the Canterbury Road, we would all try to see who could spot the Mill first, a sure sign that we were home again!
The first building on the left was the old Post Office (owned by Mees). Just to the front of this is a small footpath that leads to my Mum-in-Law's (Janet Halls nee Smith) old school. It was also the village hall. It still has the green tin roof..... noisy when it rains!!!!!
My Mum-in-Law (Janet Halls nee Smith) came from Sproughton and her mate June lived in the cottages to the left of the mill.
1970's and 80's: We had a great childhood playing at this end of the village. It was quiet except for the cars of people that lived up here. Everyone knew each other. My old house is in the background, all you can see is the gable end and the chimney. In the 1970's the Fowlers lived next door and they had the orchard behind, which they later sold and a bungalow was built there. On the hedge that you can ...see more
1971 - 1984: Whilst I lived in village the Post Office was where you got all you needed in an emergency. As a little one, I personally loved the vending machines on the wall. In those days we all used to be sent out for groceries even as young ones, as the village was safe and everyone knew each other. Where the barn is, on the right, the old peoples' flats were built, and the ladies and gentlemen used to stand ...see more
1980's: This is where we went every Sunday for Sunday School, taken by Mrs Warren. Also where the first village disco was held before moving them to the village institute. Where the photographer is standing was the playing field and woods.....which contained the love tree!!!!!!! Further round was the Goffin, that today has been cleared and looks great. But was scary and dangerous in our day!!!!! hehe
1970 - 1984: As you look at this photo the last building on the right, the barn like cottage with the small window, is Rose View. My mum and dad bought it for £1,000 in 1970, and set to work modernising it as I was due 1971 and my brother 1975. When they purchased the cottage it was a 1 up and 1 down, no electric or inside running water and the toilet was up the far end of the garden. My Dad built the double extension ...see more
Tettenhall was a logistical centre for the Normandy Landings. Americans were stationed in Danescourt House - long since demolished. However several of the troops have returned over the years, some of whom were "mothered" by Auntie Grace - Mrs Grace Green, who at the time was the stewardess of South Staffs Golf Club, situated next to Danescourt. The Golf Club became a central reception centre for ...see more
My family and I lived in Forge Cottage (known to us as the Blacksmith's Cottage) from about 1962 to 1964, whereafter we emigrated to Canada. I have fond memories of the cottage and its low ceilings, the Aga in the kitchen, the huge garden which bordered a school (St Michael's?), and of course the church up the road where we went once a week. I remember playing in the garden and finding ...see more
Mrs.Ball at the Post Office.
Westlecot House (now March House) with the Hayward-Jones family. Imo H-J and self at fete at the Manor house dressed as Shah of Persia and Aga Khan. Old Mrs.Ollie home help/cleaner. Pony called Snowball and being led by mother to Chiseldon Camp (then deserted) to catch newts. Alf Cooper (of Coopers Metals) at Og St Andrew Manor - interested in horse racing. Dancing ...see more
My greatgreatgrandfather, Chenery Elliot, was the Innkeeper here in 1969.
My great grandparents David Moore and Rachel Elliot were married here on 11/11/1869 by Rev T Palmer.
I was only a toddler when a light plane landed in the cricket field beyond the allotments at the bottom of Regent Street. Everybody around dashed down to see the spectacle. Few had seen an aeroplane actually on the ground. It was common to run outside to see one actually in the air. (This was before W.W. II, when it was possible to count dozens or estimate up to a hundred or more.)
The pilot ...see more
The Youth Hostel in Cynwyd was a converted watermill. It was very old and very damp and I stayed there one wet weekend in April 1967 with my girlfriend Angela Chapuis as we were heading towards Snowdon. I had a top bunk and banged my head on the low roof beams! What a wet weekend! The memory lingers as the following day we moved on from Cynwyd and stayed at Llanberis before our attempt on Snowdon. The weather was ...see more
I used to work and study in Manchester for several years in the 1960's and frequently travelled back to my home town of Hatch End to see my girlfriend, Angela Chapuis. Sometimes she would come up north to see me. One wet weekend in April 1967 Angela and I set off from Manchester to visit North Wales in my old car. We stayed in youth hostels and hoped to climb Snowdon as both of us enjoyed outdoor ...see more
My friend and I would await the arrival of American ships on their way to Manchester. We would shout "got any gum chum?!" to the crews. We would occasionally be rewarded by a packet of sweets being thrown from the ship. Far tastier than the English equivalent!
My parents kept our caravan at Overstone - on the far side near the lake. One year, 1953 I think, the National Caravan Rally came to Overstone and the field filled up with hundreds of caravans. I think this photo is the milk queue!
Moat Farm Park? I find this surprising as its claim to fame is surely the preserved buildings of the Tithe Barn and surroundings. The Barn itself is the site of Harrow Museum and hosts various fund raising fairs, events and concerts each year to pay for its upkeep. On many of these Bank Holiday Monday events the organisers invite local performers including Whitethorn Morris Dancers. I have ...see more
My Mother has traced her family to a shop down Station Road, an ironmongers, which is still an ironmongers we believe. He was Richard Snowdon Beal and lived with his wife Lydia at number 1-3 where his shop is - anyone know of anymore?
On the left of this view is the pub sign for the "Railway Hotel" - a popular drinking venue for older members of St Anselm's Youth Club and the Hatch End Young Conservatives! Next door is a garage forecourt sign - this was the Cornwall Garage where I bought a lovely blue Triumph Spitfire two-seater in 1970. I returned there in the 1980s when they had a Fiat franchise and bought a couple ...see more
I lived in Hatch End from 1956 until I went up to Manchester in 1966, so I got to know my local shops both as a helpful schoolboy running errands for my mum to MacPhails the greengrocer and later as a teenager buying my records in Giles and my half pints of Benskins in "The Railway".
This view on the left side shows Payantake Supermarket, Signal Service radio shop, Woolworths and Spurlings ...see more
I am looking for details of Florence Gammon, formally Dunk from Rye, Sussex. She was married to Herbert Gammon, also from Rye. The children were Arthur Eaton Gammon, 9 and Alice Gammon, 12. Her father was my great great grand uncle, Leaf Temple Dunk, 1834, from Rye.
Having lived in the U.S now for 35 years this photo makes me very homesick as I haven't seen the old place since 1972! I remember walking down Lord Mayor's Walk and turning the corner next to the building on the right which used to be a greengrocer shop. Our Mam used to send us here to buy daffodils. Just underneath the arch on the right of the Bar there used to be a Butcher's ...see more
I am now 57 years of age, and live in Australia. I was born in Stone, Stafforshire in 1949 and would love to go back and visit.
As a child I remember walking along the canal and standing watching as a blacksmith mended a horse's shoe. I remember hating school but even at that very tender age I was interested in the history of the school that I attended. Every day at home-time I walked on the stone footpath that ...see more
My friend Alison and I spent many happy hours drinking coffee in The Griddle and Grill on Gatley Green during the 1970s. My mother used to call in when she was at school too, although it was called 'Lawrences' then. As far as I know it is still owned and run by the Lawrence family, and still looks very much the same.
I used to live in the house to the right of this photo [not shown] in the 1960s. It was a big river to a 9yr old and the fun my sisters and I used to have was in my mind a lot better than p/stations. It was a super village and I hope it still is. Best regards - Bill.
I was born in Longton in 1933 at 151 High Street Post Office, Longton. All my childhood was spent there with my grandmother, Sarah Wright and my great aunt Matilda Ward (my grandmother's sister). Between them they ran the Post Office until the middle years of the Second World War.
Before it was a Post Office, my great grandfather William Ward had a tailoring business there, from 1871 ...see more
I was born in the flat above the shop to the right and and just out of sight of the photograph in 1944. Home births were the norm in those days. I lived in Camberley and went to France Hill Secondary School. I remained in Camberley till 1964 by which time I had married my husband Andy who was a soldier at the R.M.A. We have travelled widely but have returned to see my family, who all still reside in the area, ...see more
This photo was taken from immediately in front of my Uncle's/Father's (Antiques) shop in Waterloo Road, looking towards the station. Divers, the shop with all the hardware items immediately in the foreground, was next door and I was always being told off as a child for touching/playing with their goods!
My brother Ray and myself lived at this address, depicted on the right of the photograph, with our parents, Alec and Doris, known as Dot and Davie. During the war a child from 1, Grove Cottages crawled through the fence and was killed on the road outside by a passing coach. Just beyond our house, which used to be a public house called The Saracen & Ring, a flint and brick wall was ...see more
I can still remember waiting on this pier for the 'Royal Daffodil' or the 'Royal Sovereign' during my childhood, for our day trip up the river. We would do this trip regularly whilst on holiday with my Grandparents in Northfleet. It was one of my favourite days out. Julia (Weekes)
Whilst staying with my Grandparents (Weekes) of College Road, I liked to play down the bottom of the road with my friends (I was about 8 years of age at this time) - playing steppy stones in the mud of the river - a very dangerous thing to do as a child. This particular time I slipped into the mud of course, which was very smelly, filthy & deep, thick with oil from the ships and tug boats (Tilbury Docks being ...see more
My first memories of Rosary Priory date from the 1950s when I was a teenager living in nearby Hatch End and I recall some of the rather nice local girls attending the Catholic School there. However, the decades passed and in the 1990's I found myself working there! I had by that time graduated as a Careers Officer for Hertfordshire County Council and visited Rosary Priory each week in its new ...see more
For many years in the 1980s and 1990s morris dancers performed outside the two lovely pubs on Croxley Green - the Coach and Horses and the Artichoke. Whitethorn Morris frequently chose these pubs as their venues for Boxing Day entertainment. The Whitethorn Band provided lively music and I would lead this on my accordian. The dancers put on an exciting visual ...see more
The shop in the middle of the picture with the two awnings (now the Nationwide building society) used to belong to my great grandmother Eva Cadel and was a wool and toy shop. My Grandmother and Great Aunt ran it until 1971. My grandmother Joan ran the toy side and my Great Aunt Mary ran the wool. Many people still today tell me that their first pram/doll/train set came from the Cadel shop. Pictures such as these are very special and are a treasure.
I lived with my parents and brother, Ray, at the top of the High Street at 2, Grove Cottages, Leatherhead Road. I lived there until I married Jean Rumming from Hersham, Surrey in 1960. This used to be a public house later closed down by Mrs Christie. The Royal Oak public house is on the right. We both belonged to St. Nicholas Church choir at the bottom of the High Street. High Court Judge Tucker lived just beyond the ...see more
I clearly remember these Land Rover "Tunnel Patrol" vehicles although I was only 7 in 1965. I thought that they were real Police vehicles (were they labelled "Tunnel Police" I wonder?) and I remember being puzzled by the cream colour as ordinary Police vehicles were either all white or sky-blue with white doors. My family used to visit my grandmother (who lived in Tranmere) virtually every week and my dad ...see more
I believe I am the girl sitting on the grass looking towards the sea in this photograph. My name then was Susan Groves and my dad was a fisherman. We owned a shop down the bank called The Shell Shop where dad sold many things including crabs and lobsters. He made me a boat which I used to row him out to his cobble to empty his crab pots or collect urchins. I loved Bay as a child and have many happy ...see more
My Grandad, Cyril Albert Dibble was born here on 9th October 1920.
At the age of 16 I remember picking cherries on the trees (still existing in the photo and just shown to the left of the picture) while being too embarrassed/shy to acknowledge the presence of my first "girlfriend", Valery, on her bike below.
The Chequers was my fathers local from the mid twenties until the mid eighties. He hardly missed an evening's visit during the whole of that time, so the Chequers became a ...see more
My Greatgrandmother & Greatgrandfather lived at the Landslip Cottage for many years providing cream teas to visiting locals and tourists alike. My own mother married a Gapper born at the bungalow higher up the cliff. The visitors books, in our possession, for the cottage teas read like a script from PG Woodhouse with very reserved English expletives referencing the wasp population. The cottage was ...see more
I was stationed at RAF Wethersfield from 1961 to 1964 and often on Sundays I would ride with the Gilbey's in their horse-drawn coaches down the lanes and through Great Bardfield. I also met Ted and Dorothy from Mandalay Farm and their children (Donna, her younger sister, and two brothers). We often would walk to Great Bardfield. It was an exciting time in the life of a young airman.
Is there some sort of pavillion across from those shops? I used to go there to the St Johns Ambulance brigade with my sisters Ann and Roslyn in the 1960s before my family went back to Scotland. They were the best years of my life. I brought my sons down for a visit and they still talk about how friendly the Langwith people are.
In the 1950's the building on the right of the picture was the Corn Exchange. The local farmers used to congregate there on Tuesdays which was market day. The building is now used as the public library.
Market day was not only stalls on the market square, as it is today. In the 1950's I remember that there was also a livestock market just around the corner from the market square. There were sheep and ...see more
When I was eight I was admitted to Saffron Walden General Hospital for surgery. My parents were told that I would be discharged home at the end of the week. I vividly remember the feeling of being suffocated when the pad of chloroform was put over my face to anaesthetise me.
During the week a young girl was admitted to the ward with suspected Polio. She was put into a glass encased cubicle and the next day ...see more
My grandfather, Frederick John Scott Hatcher, married a Guernsey girl, Alice Bougourd. There are Bougourds buried in the Churchyard at Haselbury. I believe the family lived in Haselbury Plucknett, and I know that Grandfather received a grammar school education courtesy of the 'big house' and that he was employed there as a coachman. I know the steward's name was ? Parsons but I should love to know ...see more
Hi, my name is David John Peplow and I was born in Wolverhampton in 1944. I now live in Blackpool. My main hobby or interest is clay pigeon shooting and I recently called into Hodnet and was told about Peplow Hall and so on Tuesday the 19th Decamber 2006 my wife Rose and I drove through the fog to find the village of Peplow and discovered Peplow Hall and the small Parish ...see more
Until the mid '70s Shotley Gate was the home of HMS Ganges, a Royal Navy training establishment. As 15 year old boys under training in 1964 we were allowed to visit the Post Office (see photograph in this collection) to draw money out of our Post Office savings books - usually to buy food of some sort as Ganges food was so bad!! The Bristol Arms was out of bounds to us boys but I did finally get a drink there about 30 years later.
I lived at Washford from 1942 to 1958. The house I lived in was Halscombe and I went to school in Minehead and was in the sea scouts at Watchet. If anyone can remember me from that time, please get in touch. we went to school on the train in the good old days Yours, Keith Duckworth
I first visited Rufford on a "School Trip" from Aintree in about 1955 (about the time of the Frith photograph). We were brought to Rufford Old Hall and a nearby Pig Farm, both memories that remain with me. I also remember the "Gingerbread Stall" on nearby Ormskirk market on the way home. I now live, in retirement, in Rufford.
I guess this photograph is looking down the valley with the photographer standing near The Square. I can't quite remember the name of the hill (Alexandra Road?) just out of shot on the front left of the photo. It had a pub halfway up on the left, and a doctor's clinic if I recall correctly. Paul
Really strange looking at the photo of Oxford St circa 1955. It took me some minutes to work out that I was looking at the old Post Office from the Square. I remember the railings outside the Post Office. I guess it's all changed now but it was a lovely place in which to grow up. No-one locked their front doors in those days. Ho hum, how times have changed!
Paul, lived in Oxford St from 1953 to 1971.
I remember when I was little going to Coate water, feeding the ducks and having picnics with my family. Those were the days! :)
Highworth Warneford School is a very good school in Swindon. I have lots of good memories here and will be sad to leave :( Jaz xxx
I was born in Tyldesley at 13 High Street - the house is gone now. I emigrated to USA in 1953, married and had 3 children. I went to St Josephs RC School and Sacred Heart Church. We all went to school in Hindsford, Tommy, Norah, Maureen and Paddy. I am the only one who left UK, Tommy and family still live in Atherton. Will look up photos after the holidays and send. Merry Christmas to all. Mum's Mum owned and ...see more
My Grandparents Jack and Edna Williams ran The Blue Cap Hotel in Sandiway during my youth and my fondest memories are there, of Rooms 6 and 7, which would be allocated to my sister and I during our stays. There were garages out in the parking lot, one of which was turned into a temporary stable for my horse one summer. The Cheshire Hunt used to leave from the Hotel and although at the time I was too young to ...see more
My great grandad worked as a gamekeeper on the Tilgate estate. He moved with his family from Suffolk to Crawley in the 1880s. I have many happy memories of visiting my grandparents at Tilgate estate. They lived in the house next to the walled garden. I used to help pick the peaches and strawberries that my grandad grew. They were sent to London to be sold. The estate was beautiful in those days. It is now a public park...
My mum and dad were married here and I was christened in this lovely old church. My parents were both from old Crawley families.
My grandfather's family, the Barbers, who were farmers, lived in Alton House at one end of the village until my grandmother died. My mother remembered the tension on butter-churning days when the milk wouldn't 'turn.' I believe my maternal grandmother, Ethel Kitchener, was born in Soham but I am not sure where. Her sister, when married, lived at the other end from Alton House in a small semi-detached ...see more
My parents moved to Wickham Bishops in 1948 to help friends run the village Post Office Stores which sold everything - stamps, paraffin (you brought your own can and it was filled from a barrel at the back), vinegar (as for the parafin, it came from a barrel out back), cheese portions cut from huge cheeses wrapped in linen, and loose flour and pulses which even as a five year old I was allowed to put ...see more
My parents Angela and Leslie Jecks-Wright bought the house in the picture, on the right, and made a successful business called the Moat Tea Room of it! Our house was at 64 Fore Street. We used to get coaches visiting the castle, and we were kept very busy when that happened. We used to let the college boys use the upstairs room as a sort of "clubhouse". A lot of GIs used to visit and eat there.
I currently ...see more
I remember when the factory used to be Frys (before it was Cadburys) and Cadburys used to be at the top of the hill. My mum was born in Keynsham in 1951 and spent her childhood there and went to Dapps Hill School. We went to Keynsham a lot when I was younger as my nan lived there and one of my aunties still does!
I visited Keynsham a few months ago and although it has changed, I still recognise it immediately. I remember the church well and the parade of shops. What memories!
I lived in Codsall Wood between 1944 and 1952. I attended Albrighton Infants School between 1950 and 1952, I still have my school cap, the only names I can remember was the dinner lady a Mrs Orange and 2 other pupils Darryl Massey and George Carrington, I remember we used to go on nature walks and play soccer across the road, I seem to recall there was a factory with a soccer field attached and occupied by cows ...see more
This shop had solid soil floors. It was full of old junk which now I suppose would be classed as antiques. Joe Allman was the owner and was made to leave as the Council stated that the building was unfit for human occupation; another great blunder by the local council that seems to be hell bent on removing anything of interest in Northwich. The shop was situated at the bottom of Winnington hill, next door ...see more
I visited Warborough had lunch in local pub looked round the church cemetery.There were quite a few 'Beislys' interred there during the 1800's. Also one name on the WW1 memorial. Are there any Beislys still living in the village or nearby.I believe one of the landlords of a pub in Shillingford was Beisly at one time?
My Great Aunt Alice Reynolds owned this cottage and ran the Village Post Office from here, until 1971. This explains why there is a telephone box in the garden!
My mum and her two sisters were evacuated here in the war, then my mum and dad honeymooned in the cottage when they got married. I stayed here sometimes when I was young, we used to stop here on our way to the west country. My aunty is buried in the village church.
I was not born when the photo was taken in 1906 but I do well remember our weekly shopping trips to the Watford market just after world war two. There would always be time to visit the top end of the high street to admire the large golden fish in the pond. I found later that they were Golden Orf. On one of our visits there was quite a large gathering of people at the pond, bunting flags and balloons ...see more
I have lived in Weymouth since 1947 when I was 2 years old. In July 1955 one of my brothers was born. This was about a week after a massive thunder storm causing a flood. The water at Westham bridge was a foot deep. It's good to to look at these photographs to see how things have changed.
My name is Paul.D.Dean. I am the little boy in the photograph. I was eight years old at the time. The year was 1953, Coronation year. It was a hot day in the school summer holidays. My house can be seen in the background to the left of the School.
My mother had sent me to take down passing car numbers to keep me occupied and out of her way while she did her housework. No sense of danger in 1953. Little car ...see more
I would have been aged seven years when I first remember walking with my family from Croxley over the golf-links and Grand Union into Cassiobury Park. The park was so beautiful with flower beds and a paddling pool and further along was a bandstand, people out for a walk were dressed finely and all was peaceful. At the exit from the park was the wonderful stone gatehouse with iron gates that ...see more
School days were OK but on Saturday morning the walk/run from Croxley Green down into Ricky was always an adventure. We would go down Scots Hill or down the track opposite the church at the bottom of the Green and come out by the cinema we called the flea pit. Then a short walk into the town. Normally what seemed like hundreds of children would be gathered at the rear of the Odeon ...see more
I used to walk or ride my bike past the Artichoke public house almost daily while running errands from the small group of shops opposite the church. There used to be a small cycle shop, news agent, grocers shop, and a garage, with the Sportsman public house at the north end of the group. In the warmer months the publican of the Artichoke would put out his cockatoo parrot by the front door. It ...see more
An amazing photo for me as it shows the house in Bow Street where my mother lived with her parents. In 1929, she was 12 years-old. What a feeling to think my grandparents would have heard the plane passing overhead as it took the photo.They were Robert and Martha McKibben and their daughter, my mother was Nan (Anne).
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This house was where my grandma grew up, and her father before her. Her father was a gardener and her mother was a seamstress, she grew up to be a nurse. She currently lives in Bromley and is now 72 and has been married for over 50 years. She used to tell us tales of how the cottage regularly flooded and they had to move upstairs.The cottage was damp and cold and had no electricity in the ...see more
I AGREE WITH THE OTHER PERSON WHO POSTED THEIR MEMORY,I HAVE BEEN GOING IN THIS PUB SINCE I WAS A BABY AND LIVED IN LITTLE BADOW. I HAVE BEEN LIVING IN SPAIN FOR 20 YEARS AND ALWAYS WENT TO VISIT THE PUB WHILST HERE ON HOLIDAY,NOW I LIVE IN MALDON AND I STILL USED THE PUB AND CONSIDERED IT MY LOCAL. WITH SUCH A FRIENDLY ATMOSPHERE AND LOVELY SURROUNDINGS AND REALLY GOOD TASTING BEER,MEETING PEOPLE ...see more
The tree still remains in place but the fountain and war memorial have been relocated. The memorial is just around to the left, out of sight in this image. The fountain is in the distance beyond that church spire. The spire is all that remains of the original St Mark's Church, the rest demolished to make way for Royal & Sun Alliance.
The photo shows the bottom of Highwalls Avenue, I lived half way up round the corner. It was a steep climb when i was litlle but got easier as I grew. I was born in this road and had such a happy time.
