Just look closely at the picture, sitting on top of the fountain was half the fun & excitement of coming to the pool. Water wings under my arms and the supervision of Granddad Russell I made my first attempt at learning to swim. Getting really daring swimming to the back of the pool, climbing out would lead to the (...Read full memory)

My Dad came from Plymouth and when we were on holiday in devon we would always visit the cemetery to visit our Nan and Granddads grave. My dad died 4 years ago but whenever I am visiting Devon from Essex I always make a trip to pay our respects. Its a shame that a lot of the grounds are unkempt but it was good (...Read full memory)

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)

Whilst this is the best known photograph of Ford Park Cemetery in the late nineteenth century it is also one of the best of Plymouth College (seen in the top right), because it was taken at a time when the school still owned all the land down to the eastern cemetery wall and had continuing hopes of extending the first (...Read full memory)