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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 ...Read more

A memory of Albrighton in 1951 by Reg Wilkinson

I was born in Bridge Street and went to Fairfield School, or "Fairfield Junior Mixed" as it was called when it became Co-Ed in about 1948. I remember the whole class having to walk up to Harris Park and ...Read more

A memory of Cockermouth in 1950 by Joseph Douglas

I was sent to the Visitation Convent at the age of 6 and was there for four terrible years. Like others who have written their memories of their time at the school, for me it was a very severe, cruel, harsh enviroment, devoid ...Read more

A memory of Bridport in 1952

I was based in Inverbervie from March 1957 till March 1958 with 977 Signals Unit of the Royal Air Force. 977 SU operated radar from an underground site on the hill a couple of miles north of the village. Height finding ...Read more

A memory of Inverbervie in 1957 by Martin Dilly

I have wonderful memories of Fowey, as a teenager I used to go and stay with a lovely lady in a cottage leading down to the centre. She had a son and daughter but I think they had left home, one to go nursing and the other in the ...Read more

A memory of Fowey in 1955 by Dawn Cocking

I have many memories about the old St Mary's Church. Until I started thinking of them I realised that I have not got one involving a rainy day apart from when my Grandad was buried in the churchyard. He was ...Read more

A memory of Clayton-Le-Moors in 1954 by Ann Arthur

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 ...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 ...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

A friend of mine told me a tale of a small farm, or small holding, that existed in Beckett Street in Bilston. The man who ran it delivered milk from a pony and trap and sold it from a milk urn. Does anyone remember this, or was it a tale?

A memory of Bilston in 1951