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It was 1958 and I had just left school at Walbottle Secondary. Me and my best pal Wes Coulthard (who I'm sad to say has since passed away) went on our first holiday together before starting down the Pit. We went with his parents Jimmy ...Read more

A memory of Newburn in 1958 by Jimmy Burrows

The Rose and Crown at Thorney was managed, I believe from the early 1930s by my Great-Aunt Ellen and her husband Joe. My mother, Daisy Steele (nee Camp), and other members of her family spent pre-Second World War ...Read more

A memory of Thorney in 1955 by David Steele

We are in year 1955 and I'm sure you older ones from around here will remember what Duffers were, this was a task game where all the gang joined in. We had different modes which would take our fancy, pole vaulting was where we would cut a ...Read more

A memory of Newburn in 1955 by Jimmy Burrows

This cemetery building and a smaller one at the top of the hill fell into ruin, and during the 1960s these used to be our camps where we used to hang out as kids. The dilapidated chapel in the middle of the cemetery was also ...Read more

A memory of Chingford

I was born in Station View, Sennybridge in 1954. Dad was at the army camp, we moved out approx 1957. I'm not sure if Station View was a road or the name of a house. I think there was a post office nearby.

A memory of Sennybridge in 1954 by Ron Hawkins

Morecambe Bay Holiday Camp, aka Heysham Towers, in the early sixties as a teenager. The Towers were owned by the Holdens, I especially remember Derek and Jean. We were roused by the 'phantom buglar' and didn't have a minute to spare ...Read more

A memory of Heysham in 1961 by Kathleen Wilson

I grew up in Motspur Park, living in Claremont Avenue from 1958 - 1980 where my mother still lives. The swing gate railway crossing which we used to hang onto while the signal man wound them open and closed (the record ...Read more

A memory of Motspur Park in 1966 by Gary Elmer

As a lad of 12 + I used to visit the Penllwyn with my friend. There was a massive tented camp full of American soldiers. They were there for some time and we would freely walk about the tents. One day we arrived and every single tent had gone.

A memory of Pontllanfraith in 1940 by John Griffiths

I was born in a village near Bruton in 1939. My early memories of walking to school with my gas mask in a bag over the shoulder (never had to use it). There was an army camp down the road from our cottage, so there was lots of activity ...Read more

A memory of Bruton in 1944 by Audrey O'halloran

P Aden : I was at Butlins as well. (1962 - 1964) I remember the big dipper thing; we used to call it The Mouse. I often went up on it. I wonder what the camp is like now. Horrible dump, blasting out rap music probably.

A memory of Minehead by wbardry