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While exploring my British Roots in 2003 with my then 80+years-old mother we were blessed with the opportunity offered by the owner of the Woolstapler House, pictured in the lower right foreground of this ...Read more

A memory of Cirencester in 2003

Our family moved to Northolt (Mildred Avenue) around 1956 from Harlesden and I left in 1978. I have great memories of Wood End infants/junior school. Playing near Northolt Park Station and anoying the station master who we lovingly ...Read more

A memory of Northolt by Brian Holder

Since I can remember, the Brig always had a football team and I just loved to watch them as a boy, harbouring dreams that some day I might be good enough to play with them. Davie and Rab Hall ran the side and come ...Read more

A memory of Linlithgow Bridge in 1968 by Sandy Paterson

As a boy I used to cycle or walk through Badby Woods (then lovely-now wrecked) into Fawsley Park and fish all day in two of the Lakes. The Hall was deralict in those days and supposedly haunted by the "White Lady". ...Read more

A memory of Fawsley in 1940

I spent 8 years in Splott, in Enid Street, off Portmanmoor Road. Like the first contributor, we were really poor, perhaps poorer than most, and we got picked on for that. I agree with Lavinia though. Our first black family ...Read more

A memory of Splott in 1963 by Jacky Towers

Adding to yesterday's input about Hewson Street in Sheriff Hill; I remember it so well! From the west end, at the square where Billy Howarth had his coal business, I remeber Alan Freeland, and his mother 'Boxer.' Then 'Nutty' and ...Read more

A memory of Sheriff Hill in 1940 by Robert Hall

It was a long walk to Wanstead Park from where we lived as children.  We lived at  Stephens Road, Stratford West Ham. Weekends and school holidays Mum would pack a picnic for the six of us, usually jam sandwiches or cheese if Mum had ...Read more

A memory of Wanstead in 1955 by Joan Doble

F-18 From a distance, Tam watched in silence. Like him, the monster had remained in the same place all night, dormant; poised. His eyes hurt from too many fags, the odd tear, and staring ahead into the night ...Read more

A memory of Whiteinch in 1962 by Alex Hay

I lived at the Swan from 1936 to about 1943 - below are some extracts from my memoirs. I hope you find them of interest. In about 1936 my father resigned, or to be more accurate was forced ...Read more

A memory of Newtown in 1930 by Howard Johnson

All our family holidays when I was a child were taken at Scarborough, where my parents and I stayed with two spinsters who were old family friends, in Whin Bank. I suppose I first went in the early 1960s, and my last visit ...Read more

A memory of Scarborough in 1968 by Jonathan Hutchins