My husbands father and brothers and parents owned this Hotel. It received a direct hit by a German bomber and half the family were killed. Jim (my Husband's father) was out and went back to find the scene of destruction and remained traumatised for many years.

When I was a child I'd go into town with my mother and to come home we'd stand on Old Town Street waiting for the 43 or 44 bus to Whitleigh, and I was mesmerised staring at the Guinness Clock as each word lit up progressively: GUINNESS - IS - GOOD - FOR - YOU. Happy times.

Hi, does anyone recall these flats? My grandparents lived there, Mr and Mrs Rowe. My grandad worked on the Barbican, he was a skipper on a fishing boat. They had a large family, my dad was one of their children, name of George Rowe. They have all long gone but I still have lots of family in Plymouth. Shirley Jones (nee Rowe)

My mother was apprenticed to the ladies' hairdressers in George Street, circa 1934. She did well and was made manageress of the salon in the late 1930s. Her name was Betty Cowling, she was born and raised in Bickleigh and would come into Plymouth every morning on the steam train from Bickleigh station. A long shot (...Read full memory)