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I remember Miss L Garrard, the Head Mistress, Miss T Garrard her sister, and their adopted son Malcom Daverney (?). He had an open top MG sports car, and one day I had to go to the Dentist in Dorking for emergency ...Read more

A memory of Mickleham in 1953 by Angela Sayadian

My mom, my brother and myself lived in Heath Street off Winson Green. I remember we had no hot water and no bathroom, so we had the tin bath in front of the fire. I remember the old washhouse where Monday was always washing day ...Read more

A memory of Winson Green in 1952

Moved to Farraline Hall, Errogie in 1950 from Leeds. Dad was estate manager. Me and my brother Jeff and sister Jennifer in the back of a 7 ton flat lorry, sat on mattress under canvas in the back of it. I went to Errogie school, had to ...Read more

A memory of Errogie in 1950 by Christopher Robson

My first main job on leaving school (Shaw House) was as a tea boy-dogsbody at H C James timber and builders merchants in Pound Street. For quite a while I cycled daily from Highclere Castle, approx 4 miles, it took me just over half an ...Read more

A memory of Newbury in 1956 by Percival Mills

The River Avon dominated most of the kids' lives in the village! I remember swimming 'down the mill' and at Gunville where my Great Grandmother (Sarah Marks) lived. We used to scrounge used inner tyre tubes from Mr Stansfield (who ...Read more

A memory of Figheldean in 1957 by Denise Hope Nee Morgan

I was born at home in the mill house at Kestle Mill. My mother ran a small Bed and Breakfast from there when I was little. My parents were Julia and Michael Soady. The midwife arrived in a red MG to deliver me. I have one picture of ...Read more

A memory of Kestle Mill in 1958 by Jane Tilley

I was born at 87 Victoria Street in 1945. My father was a miner and worked all his life in Caerau colliery. My mother came from London with her brothers and sisters, they were evacuated to Caerau after their house in ...Read more

A memory of Caerau in 1953 by Colin Evans

My mother has often said to me "You don't appreciate what you've got until you lose it". She is wrong, for I will never forget the wonderful garden of my childhood and write below the memories that I will hold for all ...Read more

A memory of Shamley Green in 1954 by Patricia Clarke

Some months later, how long I cannot remember for the passing of time means little to a child, except that it always seemed so long for things to happen; but I found myself again seated in the back seat of another ...Read more

A memory of Shamley Green in 1954 by Patricia Clarke

Beside the strawberry bed grew a large cooking apple tree that produced enormous green apples. We had a variety of both eating and cooking apple trees in the garden, the fruit from which was harvested and then stored ...Read more

A memory of Shamley Green in 1954 by Patricia Clarke