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Sixpenny Handley, The Roe Buck Inn
My ancester Edward Dutch built and ran this hotel after the village fire in 1892 - as recorded in the censuses of the time. Take a look at my family history at www.thedutchfamily.co.uk/h_dutch.htm
A memory of Sixpenny Handley in 1890 by
Jeff Bromley A Place In History! 1944 1963 2013
I hope this memory of Normacot is the first of many to be placed by me and then hopefully by others. I was born in 1944 in Lower Spring Road, (opposite Garbetts Toffee Factory), one of a family of 5 ...Read more
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St Brides School In The Late 1940s And Early 1950s
My maiden name was Quarman. I boarded at St Bride's School in the late 1940s and early 1950s. The headmistress was Miss Thompson, assistant Miss Watson. We wore a green unifrom. I ued to enjoy ...Read more
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Music And Dancing At The 2009 Oxford Folk Festival
One of the many items on the Oxford "tourist trail" is a weekend long folk festival which is supported by dozens of morris dancing sides from all over England. This year Whitethorn Morris appeared for ...Read more
A memory of Oxford in 2009 by
Fylingdales
Please note to avoid confusion, the memories on other pages from Geoffrey Powell ... My name was changed on leaving RAF but was SAC Geoffrey Pallett when at Goldsborough 1961/3. Please e-mail geoffrey.m3uxb@virgin.net Thank you, Geoff.
A memory of Fylingdales Moor in 1961 by
Coffee And Doughnuts
A friend from work, and I took courses at the Neath Technical Institute. I left Swansea about 7:30am, and had to run down Mount Pleasant to the bus station in order to get to the Institute. For lunch we walked up town to a little ...Read more
A memory of Neath in 1947
When Dad Came Home
There was a knock at the door, and there he was, this tall man wearing a bush hat who grabbed my mom, giving her a great big smacker of a kiss. Of course I wasn't having this strange man doing this to my mom, so I promptly got the ...Read more
A memory of Smethwick in 1945 by
Sledging Down Fobbing Hill
I lived in Corringham Hill Terrace 1942 -1950. As an 8 year old I remember sliding down the hill in the snow from the White Lion. I think there was a small pond at the bottom, which used to freeze over in winter. I have a ...Read more
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My Holidays In Llandanwg
I was visiting Llandanwg from 1958 until 1965. We used to stay in Dorwyn, which then was a green shed bungalow owned by Mrs Pearce, she used to work with my father and we used to go down sometimes twice a year. We used to ...Read more
A memory of Llandanwg
Childhood Days
I too have happy and sad memories of Thurnscoe. I started school in 1952 at Hill Infants. Mrs Cartlidge was our teacher. I still remember where I sat behind the door and being given a small blackboard and chalk on my first day there. ...Read more
A memory of Thurnscoe in 1952
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The wealthy Butchers' Guild once had a guildhall in this street; it was demolished in the 19th century.
Originally a separate village, Lexden is now absorbed in Colchester's south-western expan- sion, but its identity is still clear with the church at its heart.
At the centre of the hop- picking area, it was once a great hop centre with many oast houses.
It was one of the many buildings which symbolised Glasgow's industrial and economic status. At the beginning of the nineteenth century, only one Scot in twenty lived in Glasgow.
Given the Isle of Wight's popularity as a holiday and residential paradise, it comes as no surprise that the famous and well-to-do arrived at this charming resort.
Here we see the serene Thames at Wallingford. Peeping into view is St Peter's Church, characterised by a hollow, needle-like spire.
The Romans built a town here, though its ramparts are now only faintly recognisable, and in Saxon times it was the bishopric for Wessex and Mercia.
The magnificent parish church of St John the Baptist at Tideswell has justly earned the epithet 'the Cathedral of the Peak'.
These cottages at Thatch End, Baslow, standing near the bridge in photograph No 5217 above, are a Peak District rarity.
Two hundred years ago, convicts departed from here en route to Australia, while for many naval officers this famous gateway represented one of their last views of England before setting off to some distant
At the southern end of the Buttertubs Pass, Hardrow is just a mile outside the market town of Hawes. Hardrow Force waterfall has long enchanted visitors.
There are some famous monuments in the church at Bromsgrove, many decorated with effigies and informative inscriptions.
Like the Bridgewater Canal it was built by James Brindley and it linked with the Bridgewater at Runcorn - the two canals meet within another tunnel, yet further reminding us of the complexity of the
This Secondary Modern school was opened in 1954 as an addition to the established Grammar School that was opened in 1903.
The River Meon still threads its way through this delightful village to the sea.
I wonder what the photographer promised the children if they struck a jaunty pose to add interest to his picture? Perhaps he said they would become a permanent record of Romford's past?
The greatest attraction of Perranporth is its extensive beach of golden sand backed by dunes.
Askam had an ironworks, and two mines, both of which closed in the 1890s; at that time, it attempted to attract seaside visitors.
This is a closer view of the town. At this date it is still surrounded by the countryside, and woodland dominates the skyline.
There is not much traffic to be seen in Victoria Street at this time.Victoria Street leads off Church Street, now the A591, in this busy little town; it was originally known as Birthwaite, but
The lonely grandeur of the Snowdonia mountains is emphasised in stark monochrome in this lake set high above the village on the flank of the Conwy Valley.
The location is most likely Monkham Farm, as the photographer had probably taken a picture of the big house of the same name, and had chosen this as a picturesque view.
This spot is beloved of tobogganers in the snow and strollers the rest of the year.
Village stores soon began to cater for the new motorised tourist in the first affluent decade of peace.
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