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My Family Roots
My father lived in Abergwynfi as a child, his name was Peter Thomas Walley. My grandmother was from the area, her maiden name was Eirwen Thomas and she had brothers named Estyn, Edward, Emlyn and Thomas. She also had a sister named ...Read more
A memory of Abergwynfi by
Old Red Lion Inn
With the help of Brian Faulkner of newspaperdetectives, I have been able to identify the building on the left as the old Red Lion Inn. The Inn fronts on High Street, and Market, formerly Red Lion Gate, is the one running away from ...Read more
A memory of Guildford in 1870 by
Mid 1960s Mid 1980s
My parents David & Valerie, and younger brother Roger Angus lived at 'Rosevine' opposite the Rectory. The then vicar, Christopher Leach lived in the Rectory with his wife and children Godfrey and Hilary. Additionally, they ...Read more
A memory of Combpyne by
North Road Looking North From Church Street, Fen Street Junction
Previous memories talk about The Talbot Inn and on the left hand corner (Church Street Corner) Marshall's the newsagents . Before the village was bypassed around 1956 the Newsagents had ...Read more
A memory of Stilton in 1954 by
Robert William Shaw Family My Greatgrandfather
My GreatGrandParents Were Robert William Shaw and Eleanor (Wilkinson) Shaw. He worked as a Roller Coverer at a Cotton Factory, I do not know what the name of the factory was. I know my Grandmothers name ...Read more
A memory of Sabden in 1880 by
My Early Years
my memories relate from the very early forties till the early eighties. I was born in Andover in 1937.My mother was a Lambourne and was born in Thruxton in 1903 at Rose cottage which is just to the left of the "George" looking ...Read more
A memory of Thruxton in 1940 by
Follansbee Aka Follingsby Or Foljambe Of Hamsterley Durham England
This isn't exactly a 'memory' as it is a fact relating to my ancestors, the Follansbee's of Hamsterley, County Durham, England. It is recorded that the Follansbee's (various ...Read more
A memory of Hamsterley by
Grannys Home
I have never visited Druid's lodge, but have been brought up with stories of it. It was for some years the home of my Grandmother. She was the daughter of Thomas lewis the Irish Race horse trainer. Thomas was installed in ...Read more
A memory of Druid's Lodge in 1900 by
Halsway Manor
I discovered this amazing place in 2006 and only wish I had known of it 50 years ago as it is an oasis of rural bliss where folk musicians and dancers meet like-minded people to practise and learn from one another. I first went there ...Read more
A memory of Crowcombe in 2006 by
Arthog
From early 1960s onwards: At school in London we had 2 summer holidays at Min-y-Don. The first time we travelled by coach, we got lost and arrived in the dark. The following year we came by train from Paddington. We had to change at Gobowen ...Read more
A memory of Arthog by
Captions
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Providing a mixture of both residential and commercial property, Peabody Road was still enough part of the shopping centre to be able to boast Curzon and Son's betting shop, Tottles' newsagents, the
Passengers occupying the roof seats were able to enter the hotel directly through an upper door, saving them the nuisance of having to clamber down from the coach.
Twinkle-toed holidaymakers were able to 'Dance to the Melotones'. The pier survived a £2 million blaze on August Bank Holiday Monday 1989, and is a commercial success.
They would not have been able to afford the fees, for one thing: they were 10s 6d entrance, and a guinea a year subscription.
The hob was fond of children, and was able to cure ailments.
The hob was fond of children, and was able to cure ailments.
They are surrounded by poppies, which grew in profusion along this cliff top - it is now known as 'Poppyland'.
It was local landowner Colonel Tomline who promoted a railway and a new dock in Felixstowe, in the hope of being able to compete with the port of Harwich across the Orwell Estuary.
This restricted the number of trams able to operate at any given time, and one of the measures taken to prevent the system from overloading was the introduction of a flat rate fare of 2d.
Traffic is so light that the photographer has been able to pause on the crossing and look north up Regent Street.
The port was able to send twenty ships to Calais in 1347, thanks to the financial success of the wool trade, but its privileges were curtailed by Henry VIII in favour of Poole, and the
We are looking down the High Street towards Barclays Bank.
This development of 178 dwellings was built in 1952-55, so these children will have been able to go to the brand new school in the village.
Recent archaeological investigations by The National Trust have revealed an arc of at least 15 stones buried in the circle itself.
Here we see busy shoppers, but little traffic - one man (centre right) is even able to pause in the middle of the road to pick something up!
However, if they were able-bodied they had to do menial tasks to earn their keep.
He was able to combine his knowledge of the countryside with his skill as a writer, using prose and imagery to illustrate his great love for creation.
As one old guide book pointed out, 'To every broadsman who quants his wherry along the slow rivers, Acle Bridge is a haven or port of call.
This view from the water meadows is a very well known one, and relatively little changed today, although it would look very different to a late medieval traveller – he or she would be able to see fourteen
They were able to occupy the house again in 1975.
narrow passage leading down to St Mary's Street was home in 1900 to a fishmonger and hairdresser, as well as the Hole in the Wall Inn, previously the Coach and Horses (although it is hard to imagine being able
The old rogue lived to a respectable, though gout-ridden, old age, writing his memoirs and receiving a small pension from the respect- able local worthy Lord Rolle, who admired the wily Jack's
When sailing wherry you had to be able to sail very close to the wind, for the narrow waterways allowed no extravagant tacking manoeuvres.
Perhaps some can just remember the time of this photograph, of being able to sit in a quiet, fairly plain bar with a glass of cold beer, with no machines, and no music. Halcyon days!
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