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This picture shows clearly the row of small shops that greeted you as you left Freshfield Station on your walk to the village. Bowers (or was it Cross's) the bakers next to the railway track, baked their ...Read more

A memory of Freshfield in 1955 by Peter Roberts

Hi my name is David Waterfield and I lived in the Wyndham from approx 1949 to 1969 and often stopped in Blackmill to catch the red and white or Nand c coach up to the Gilfach to friends and have long been curious about the railway (?) ...Read more

A memory of Blackmill in 1956 by David Waterfield

One of my friends was Ivor Usher, and he had this unusual place of residence - Prudhoe Castle. Together we were able to run around the castle walls with our bows and arrows, catapults, etc... We didn't need much imagination to ...Read more

A memory of Prudhoe in 1952 by Alan Peel

I was in the WRAF at Coltishall, Norfolk and one of the other girls working in the control tower with me was Margaret Marshall from Jersey. Her family owned a hotel on the island and I was lucky enough to be invited for a holiday. ...Read more

A memory of Jersey in 1955 by Penny Goddard

I lived in the Tramway at the lower end probably No.2 with my parents and my great-grandparents. My Dadchu worked in the tower as a coal-miner and was a Deacon, and well thought of in Hirwaun, I am told. My parents, Gordon and Gwyneth ...Read more

A memory of Hirwaun in 1956 by Steve Gilvear

We used to live in the grounds of Riddings House in the cottage to the left of the main house. The two cottages used as accommodation for the head and assistant gardeners. I used to go with my dad up into the clock tower to wind up ...Read more

A memory of Riddings in 1954

I often remember walking past here on the way to visit my Auntie & Uncle Liz & Wull Marshall, they were actually my Dad's Uncle & Auntie. We lived up at the Hallows in Gallatown. I was born in 1947 and we moved to Australia ...Read more

A memory of Kirkcaldy in 1958 by Billy Allan

I was caned regularly by Mr Bowls. My mother came to see once and saw the welt marks on the back of my legs and another lad called David Hyde, she went down to his house and tried dragging the matron out, the matron was screaming ...Read more

A memory of Stanhope in 1959 by Tom Winstanley

The horse and waggon is under the control of Mr Walter Bowers. He was our carrier. He would take my rabbits and my mother's chickens and eggs to market.

A memory of Boxford in 1955 by Nigel Clark

Holidaying at Morecamble Holiday Camp July 1956 was the beginning of a holiday romance that has lasted 56 years to 2012. Walking from the Camp along the Promenade at Morecambe, my two girl friends and myself were adopted by 4 ...Read more

A memory of Heysham in 1956 by Marian Vernon