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Sometime around 1956, for about two years, two of us shared a cottage in Iford village (one of the first two as you came off the main road from Lewes). We worked for Mr Robinson milking his Guernsey herd and doing the ...Read more

A memory of Iford in 1956 by Kay Mullin

We arrived in Wendens Ambo around this year, and took residence in a little cottage in the grounds of a big house. Opposite was a pond in which moorhens spent peaceful days. Next to the pond was a field - I think it is a play area and ...Read more

A memory of Wendens Ambo in 1953 by Pat Weedon

I was born at my Grandmother's home at No: 50 Hand Avenue on the Braunstone Estate. When I was about 3 we moved from Grandma's to our own home at No: 9 Wellinger Way. I went to Queensmead Infants ...Read more

A memory of Braunstone Town by Jaycie Perkins

Balloon Woods. Most people says it was a hell hole. Yes some parts of it was. But to a child it was good. There were more quite a few blocks. Some had four floors, these were called Tansley Walk, Bealey Walk, Hartington Walk ...Read more

A memory of Wollaton in 1971 by Jean Smith

I remember Clifton in a different light. We lived at 17 Pastures Avenue during 1966/7, my brother or one of them, he's the youngest, was born there. I met my half sisters and brothers there. I have always liked ...Read more

A memory of Newark-on-Trent in 1967 by Jean Smith

I loved Caddy's. Sometimes if I think hard enough I can get the memory of its taste, mmm. I remember having a tall glass of lemonade and ice cream and sitting on leather upholstery in the parlour in town. It was such a treat.  We ...Read more

A memory of Dewsbury by Annie Devereux

After many years, I came once more to Kiltarlity and saw again the post office, where my late father and his brother grew up. Robert, the elder, became the post master and lived there until his death. Donald, my father, left ...Read more

A memory of Kiltarlity in 1990 by Michael Cameron

Camberley, where it all began. Where I lived half of my life so far. In your head you never leave the place you were born and raised. On a wet un-comforting day I found myself revisiting the town of my past. I was cast into ...Read more

A memory of Camberley in 1988 by André Goddard

This is a beautiful little church, well worth the walk to get to it. My great-great-great grandfather is buried in the church yard and I went there in 2004, with my mother when she came home for what was to be her last visit. She ...Read more

A memory of Cornwell by Carol Garcia

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 Patricia Taylor