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For a young bus enthusiast in the 1960s, the bus station on Garth Road was the gateway to Anglesey and many of the country routes behind Bangor. Such exciting places as Gerlan, Bethesda, Tregarth and Rhiwlas could be ...Read more

A memory of Bangor in 1965 by John Owen

I suppose it's my age, but I am getting a little nostalgic about my youth. I used to live in Anvil Street (no longer exists) and remember well my first day at school, St John's on Altom Street, now a mosque. I certainly have some well ...Read more

A memory of Blackburn by Philip Robinson

I was born in Carlton Road in 1937. Got bombed out when a landmine dropped down the road and we were evacuated to Clacton while my Dad worked down the Underground tunnel when his factory and the machines were moved away ...Read more

A memory of Gidea Park by Alan Stanley

Here are just a few of my childhood memories of my youth in North Bitchburn. My name is Ian Pinkney, I lived at No 10 Constantine Road, along with my father Raymond, he was in charge of ...Read more

A memory of North Bitchburn

Every year dad would take me and my 4 sisters and 3 brothers to merebrook caravan park for the whole duration of the 6 week summer holidays. We absolutely loved it. We made loads of friends down there. Can anyone remember us. ...Read more

A memory of Whatstandwell by jushareed

I was 8 years old when I arrived in Blandford. It was lunchtime on a Sunday a week before the Somerset and Dorset Railway closed on the 6th March 1966. My dad was in the Royal Signals and he was being posted to the 30th ...Read more

A memory of Blandford Camp in 1966 by Raymond Parlett

My father was born in Ford Street Hockley Brook Birmingham in 1936. He was the youngest of 6, 2 sisters and 3 brothers. Ford Street consisted of a row of houses on one side and factories on the other side. The houses were 2 up ...Read more

A memory of Birmingham in 1940 by Raymond Parlett

I lived in Hilldene Ave, 133 (to be exact) since I was born; almost opposite what was then Everards Hardware Store. Roof jumping at the back of the shops and riding bikes down the mud slope by what used to be the nursery by the ...Read more

A memory of Harold Hill in 1970 by Chris Newby

Jennifer and I started our married life in South Wales in a little village called Caio, at that time all Welsh speaking. You may have gathered from my writings I was recalled back into the army for the campaign that was called The Suez ...Read more

A memory of Caio in 1956 by George Larbey