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I used to spend my summer holidays at my grandmother's house in Middle Street and remember spending many hours in the Olympia amusement arcade at the top of the road that led into the old town. There was a juke box which ...Read more

A memory of Hastings by David Gerrard

The formative years of my early childhood were spent at No. 39 Bondgate, Pontefract, which was one of a block of four small two-up, two-down houses situated immediately adjacent to the front ...Read more

A memory of Pontefract in 1930 by Graham Atkinson

My memory goes back to 1966, it was to be the last time I took my children to Southend for the day, because we migrated to Australia in 1967 (45 years ago). Then this year we went back for a holiday with my daughter and two ...Read more

A memory of Southend-on-Sea in 1966 by Betty Acton

As a lad, in the fifties after Sunday lunch, my father would drive my mother, my two sisters and I to Seasalter. The beach was made up of pebbles and shells, not as comfortable as the sandy beaches further into Kent, on the other hand the ...Read more

A memory of Yorkletts in 1958

Where Deal Library stands today was the site of the 'Nelson House Restaurant', which was owned and ran by my father, Frederick William Ford; around the corner in Middle Street, was 'Lady Hamilton's ...Read more

A memory of Deal in 1950 by John Ford

My name is Lynda Drew (nee Howarth). I remember St Abbs very fondly. In fact I have very great memories of the best holiday I can remember. My father, Stanley Howarth, was stationed at Coldingham with the RAF for a while during the 2nd ...Read more

A memory of Coldingham in 1954 by Lynda Drew

My parents married in this church in 1951, mum had been brought up in the village from birth by her parents (David and Gwen Bowen) and after marrying my dad, moved up to Sheffield. It was a quaint village from ...Read more

A memory of Ferryside in 1973 by Emma Bennett

I have a very happy memory of crab fishing from the harbour wall and rocks in the middle beach. Also getting sunburnt. The cottage we stayed at had no running water so we had to go to the farm and use their pump to carry water in a metal bucket,

A memory of Groomsport in 1956 by Crawford Smith

Growing up in Hope Cove I often walked across the cliifs to Thurlestone Bay, with Kim our Border Collie and every time the view over the vast beach and that magical rock with a hole in it, never ceased to amaze me.

A memory of Thurlestone in 1958 by Jill Adair

I remember when golfers weren't allowed to play golf on Sundays and the golf links belonged to the Leven folk. We had picnics on the slopes nearest the beach as our mother did not like sand getting into our sandwiches etc! So ...Read more

A memory of Leven in 1945