Nostalgic memories of Stanford-le-Hope's local history
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Displaying Memories 11 - 20 of 29 in total
I arrived in Stanford-le-hope September, 1967, at 11.00pm to teach as a Student Infant class teacher in St.Josephs, Scratton Road. I was greeted by Sr. Mary Aidan at the railway station and stayed in the Convent for a few nights, until the nuns got me into "digs" with a wonderful lady, called Mrs .Setterfield in 44, Hearshall ave. She was so kind to me.I am still in touch with her daughter.
That year there was a" foot ...see more
I also went to Stanford junior school, I have fond memories of Stanford. I used to catch the bus from East Tilbury to school every day. I remember the one cow in the field near the railway station. The tuck shop was great, penny ice lollies and liquorice sticks and penny oxo that must have been not good for us. Yes we called the lady Mrs. Shed was that her real name? We practiced sports at the Rec. ...see more
I had the great misfortune to attend St Josephs Primary Roman Catholic School, Stanford-Le-Hope in the early to mid 1950s. The nuns there were far too fond of wielding bamboo canes split halfway down the middle when punishing children as young as 5. What was really bad besides being punished yourself with these canes for incredibly minor misdemeanours, was watching a small 5 year old little ...see more
I spent many a summers day playing in the rec as it was known. My mum's side of the family lived on Corringham Rd .
My nan and aunt used to live on Corringham Rd. I spent nearly all my summer hols at no 60. My aunt Molly Mcdade was organist at the church. I remember the smell of bonfires on a summers evening. My nan was called Nin. My aunt always rode a Raleigh bike.
Hello all, I've been hopelessly trying to trace a Gordon Long who lived in Stanford, I believe sometime between 1960-1970. I believe he worked in the wine industry and spent sometime in France. He had a wife and children and would be in his early eighties today. He may have later moved to Colchester and Southend. If anyone remembers Gordon, please reply. I would be extremly grateful for any information. Thank you. Eve
I was four years old when our family moved from Liverpool to squat in one of the army huts. I remember it very well, and the German prisoners of war who made such a fuss of us children. We had no electricity, running water or toilets but a big cast iron stove in the middle of the hut. Often we had nothing to burn in the stove and sat bundled up in our coats to keep warm. We ...see more
Losing my mother and father, I know very little of my family on my mother's side. I do know she worked in her grandfather's shop. He owned 3 shops, a tobacconist, a hairdressers, a store, on the Pavement in Stanford. His name was Mr Henry Arnold, my grandmother was Edith, my aunts were Lillian and Edith. My grandmother was Edith who sadly died many years before I was born. My ...see more
My uncle George Boyce lived in a flat-roofed white-painted house on the corner of an unmade side road not far from the church at the 'T' junction at the end of the road.
He and my uncle Bill Boyce built the cinema that stood back from the road between the white house and the church and on the same side of the road. I was only 5 - 8 years old when I visited Stanford and cannot ...see more
I grew up in Leigh-on- Sea but because my mother taught at Hassenbrook we drove to Standford every day from the time I was 4 1/2 till I was 9. I attended Standford-le-Hope Infants and then when I turned 7 went across the road to the Junior school. I remember there was a green wooden shack which we called the Tuck Shop which was just outside the back gate of the Junior School where we bought sweets. My best ...see more