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Displaying Memories 701 - 750 of 2029 in total
I was born in St Helens Hospital in 1957 to Eric and Phyliss Croucher. My dad owned the village Newsagent at the time and my grandfather Frederick Croucher and a Mr Fuller owned the grocery shop in the High St. Both my grandparents were involved with the parish church and different charity work. I have many fond memories of living in the village until my father decided that we were emigrating to Australia in 1967. ...see more
I remember Salts very well. I worked in the office from 1966 to 1969 - there were 2 separate sites on the Woolworth side of the High St; the drapery, fancy goods, babywear, womenswear, hosiery on one site and the menswear and footwear on the other site. Over the other side of the street, almost opposite the old Woolworths was the hardware, ironmongery, furniture, etc. Managers were; Reg Jones, Chris Evans, ...see more
I moved to Westward Ho! in 1952 with my parents and two sisters. My parents owned a guest house call Beacon Lights in Nelson Road, sadly it has now been demolished to make way for flats. I remember the floods at Lynmouth in 1953 as a lot of dead animals were washed up on the beach at Westward Ho! I loved the time I spent there, and used to get up early in the summer to walk the beach bringing home 'treasures' ...see more
I was eleven when we moved into the new council estate, Aelybryn, in Esgairgeiliog. My mother had been born in Esgairgeiliog, and her mother was the local, unofficial, midwife of the village at the beginning of the 20th century. As a child of twelve my mother had been a maid in Plas Rhiwgwreiddyn and I remember a story she told of being alone in the house, very late at night, waiting for her employers ...see more
I was born in 1928 at 20, Cotsford Crescent, the third son of a miner William Holmes. All his brothers were miners and myself and my brothers worked underground. I remember Lumleys shop as it was not far away and Mr. Lumley refused to sell me a penny box of matchs that my dad had sent me for as I was only six years old. It was about that time when a Scottish Regiment marched by to the sound of the bagpipes, they camped ...see more
Hi to anyone looking at this photo, I lived just up the road at Valley Cottages and used to play by the bridge, we all sat on the bridge wall and had our photograph taken. I am on the right with wellington boots on, and my sister Jean is on the far left. The girl beside her is Ursula Edwards and the boy beside me is Colin Hutchings. I remember a Mr Handcock living in the cottage on the right and a ...see more
I apparently spent my early years during WW1 in the Mumbles where my mother came from. She had moved to London before the war to find work and married a Londoner. Our holidays when I was a child (in the late 40's and 50's) were 2 weeks on the Gower; we stayed initially in a wooden chalet in Owens Field and then Holts Field where my parents eventually purchased a wooden chalet.
Initially we ...see more
I lived in Abbotsham from birth in 1947 until we moved away in 1967. I attended the village school from 1952 until 1959. Started in the infants class with Mrs Attenborough then on to the Junior class with the Headmistress, Mrs Cotton. In the Juniors we used to listen to the Schools Radio programmes where we learnt much about History and Geography. Also twice a week were music programmes - Music and Movement ...see more
As I recall, the 2nd house on the left was a sweet shop run by two old ladies. You were served over a half door, so you didn't need to enter the shop. I walked, with my elder brother, to this shop the day sugar rationing ended. I could not understand how we could get sweets without our ration books. I was afraid we would get arrested!
1967 to 1970 were my three training years at the Pastures Hospital. That seems a long time ago, however that training was the foundation of a nursing career that in a year or so will come to an end (retirement). My memories of those three years were of friendship with my fellow students, the support from the staff and the memorable nursing esperience when caring for patients with long ...see more
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I remember the day that this engine arrived in the rec. It was a source of great entertainment for us youngsters particulary, as originally everything was accessible. I remember climbing up on the footplate and seeing a little lad emerging from the firebox. It was rumoured that it was possible to get into the boiler and exit up the funnel but I never saw it done! It was great for playing hide and seek - I ...see more
I was born at 87 Victoria Street in 1945. My father was a miner and worked all his life in Caerau colliery. My mother came from London with her brothers and sisters, they were evacuated to Caerau after their house in Stepney, London, was bombed in the Second World War. At the age of 3 we moved from Victoria Street to Bryn Terrace with a lovely view of Caerau and the Llynfi valley.
Looking back, my ...see more
When I turned 13 my family moved from Warrington to Hartford, and although I only lived there for a little over four years, these four years provide some of the happiest times of my early life. 13 must be one of the worst times to start a new school in a new town, that I can think of. I attended Hartford Boys School (I believe that the name changed shortly after I left the area) However, I was befriended and ...see more
I can remember walking to a garage down (or up) the street with an accumulator, to get it filled. I knew a girl who lived just passed the garage, and she had a collection of birds eggs. She kept them in the oven of an old unused kitchen cooker which was on the porch. I don't remember her name, but I do remember her collection of eggs. Her dad helped her with the collection, and she even had an ostrich egg. She lived near ...see more
I was born in Pelham Road on August the 18th 1940. We lived with my grandparents. My grandad used to play the piano in the Pelham Arms for free beer and one of my earliest memories is seeing him playing and having three or four pints of beer stacked up on the end of the piano! We lived down on the left hand side with the railway line at the bottom of the garden. I can remember my uncle, who must have been about twelve, ...see more
From being born on Fountain Terrace, Bacup in January 1950, to leaving in the summer of 1957 to go and live up Gladstone Street. I remember myself and my two sisters living in a mid-terrace house with no electricity and no central heating - just a back stove. The house had stone steps that were well-worn, and we used to have a bath once a week in a big zinc tub that hung ...see more
My first job as a Saturday girl (1974) was working at a newsagents called Jarman's on the right of this photo on the corner of the road which led to the police station and infants school Darley Dene. I remember having to weigh snuff and having to use an old-fashioned till where you had to add up the items and press down the correct keys to show the total in the top window. I worked for a lady called Molly - she was still there in the 1980's. I think I earned about 60p for a Saturday afternoon.
I was born in Dowlans Road, opposite to Dawnay Road. The grocers which is referred to was where my mum used to shop. Next to the grocers my best friend Nigel lived, as did Dave Hill before him. The waste ground to the left in the photo was a bit of a dumping ground. We, Dave and me, found some old paint tins one day and we took them into the rec and painted the swings, white. You can imagine our mums and dads when they found out. We were only about 6 years old at the time.
Are there any pupils out there who went to Canada Road Primary School. Walmer, Deal. Kent, U.K. in the War years of 1941 to '45? The Headmaster's name was Mr Morris, and his favourite saying was: 'Open your books to page 43, and I don't want to hear another word out of you'. He then promptly nodded off to sleep, whilst we threw out 'nibbed' pens into the wooden ceiling, or tried dipping the hair of the girl ...see more
I have just discovered this wonderful website today and oh what memories come flooding back. I was born in Lower Shott in 1954 and lived there until I was about 23. I remember these shops so well. Being sent by my mum to get some cheese, I think it was from Mr Absaloms, and bursting into tears because everyone ignored me as they were waiting for my mum to come in and didn't realise that I had been sent ...see more
We arrived from Sorbie on a cold and wet November afternoon in 1937. The house was empty as our furniture had not yet arrived. However within the hour the lorry (truck) that contained our belongings arrived from Sorbie with my brother as well, who had gone along as a helper. My mother was horrified at the condition of the house and was near to tears, but the truck was ...see more
Around about l956/57 we would all go to dances or parties in Southampton and of course, from memory, the last bus home to Hythe/Holbury/Fawley/Calshot was about 10.30p.m. Inevitably we girls missed it so there was a mad dash through Southampton to the docks to get the last ferry home which went about 10.45 p.m. I think. The skipper had always cast off but the harbour police who were nearby used to yell out ...see more
My father believes the man in the carpenter's apron in photographs 60995 and 60995x may be Francis New. The carpentry business he is standing in front of was eventually taken over my grandfather, John Bray, and his brother William. In the directories they were listed as wheelwrights but they undertook a much larger range of buiding work some of which is still on view today, e.g. the lych ...see more
We came to Shaftesbury from Singapore in 1955, when I was 4 and only spoke Malay. We rented part of the then rambling old house called Green Close, at the bottom of a hill. We then moved to 3 Lower Blandford Road and started school at the C of E Primary School, behind Holy Trinity Church. Either trudging past the boys Grammar School or going down Hawksdene Lane and cutting through Boyne's Meade to town; or ...see more
I was born in a house next to the canal at Trench Lock in 1950 and lived for 10 years in the Old Orchard, now long gone but reached up a short lane leading to Somerfeld's steel works. In 1960 my family moved to Hadley. I recall going to the YMCA in Wellington (boy was I a clubber in those days !) and seeing a rock band called The Sabres who came from Wolverhampton way and were good. They played at ...see more
I was born in Covenham in Zeplin Row in 1950. I remember going to bed with candles as that was the only form of lighting we had. If it was cold in the winter I can remember my mum wraping up the warm oven shelfs and putting them in our bed to warm it up for us. There was no water in the house only a pump in the back which if i remember rightly was shared by the whole row. We had to walk to ...see more
73,Birch Road is where I lived from 1960 onwards. My family moved there in 1960 and I went to George Road School in 1962 during the coldest winter ever. The toilets used to freeze which was great as we would get time off as the toilets were outside. In 1964 I went to St Johns School and my teachers were; Mrs Ruddock, Mrs Want and Mr Sharp, the latter was my favourite. I used to go to Saturday morning pictures ...see more
I was in the kindergarten at Carisbrooke Convent when we had a day trip to the zoo. I remember after visiting the animals and eating the peanuts we had bought for the monkeys, we went to a play ground and those of us with a sixpence(2.5p) could buy a ride on the train. It ran on an elevated track pulled by a small black painted tender locomotive, and ran for about 80 yards in a straight line,then reversed ...see more
My great grandfather, Mark MIDGLEY was a member of the First North Yorks Artillery Volunteers. He was in number four battery for 11 years where he rose to the rank of sergeant-major. I have news paper cuttings of him celebrating his 90th birthday (1941) in which he recalls those days. He remembered the visit of the Duke of Connaught when he opened the Albert Park in Middlesbrough 1868. He was a member of ...see more
I must have been one of the first on the training ship because I thought it was 1954 I was there, but if it is recorded as c1955 who am I to argue! I was there training for the merchant navy for about 12 weeks. I was the camp bugler until I was relieved of my post because I was caught sitting down at the back of the church when I should have been standing. My first ship was MV Middlesex with The New Zealand Shipping ...see more
My father Jim Blayney, worked for Sir Lesley Joseph and was general manger of Trecco Bay and also Works Manager of Coney Beach. My brother and I had a very happy childhood playing around the fairground, it was in those days a very safe place to be. We lived in a company house on Rhych Point, our neighbours were the Palmers, Nelly and Noah and their sons and their wives, Basil and Margaret and Noah and ...see more
I was born near Lords Cricket Ground in London in 1933 and came to Hanwell soon after where my family settled in Greenford Avenue. Hobbayne School was a few yards down the road so I started my education there.
In 1939 the Second World War started and we had grandstand seats in our house to observe the German Luftwaffe attacks over London. Northolt wasn't too far away and we often watched as the RAF fighters ...see more
I was born in 1931 at Mount Vernon N.H in nearby East Retford. My father was a charge warder at Rampton State Institution. Woodbeck was the exclusive housing estate for staff working at the State Institution.
We were allocated a Staff House at number 44 Woodbeck.
I remember particularly the war years 1939 -`45 and as I found out later, we were on the direct bombing line for the German Bombers attacking the ...see more
My great uncle may be in this photo. I remember he told me that he and some of his pals walked from West Ham in the early hours of the morning and managed to get a spot on the Lambeth side of the bridge. They were just boys and came from poor backgrounds but had wracked their brains to come up with something that would contribute to the festive spirit of the day. The answer was strips of brown paper tightly rolled ...see more
As a boy of around 10 years old, every Saturday afternoon, my friends and I would go to the Palace Cinema (Farm Side Place, off Stockport Road) for the matinee. It would start around 2pm and it would be 6D to get in, downstairs, or 9D upstairs(now, 2 1/2p and around 4p). Showing on there would be cartoons like Buggs Bunny, Micky Mouse or Tom and Gerry. Then there would be a serial (in black and ...see more
I have very happy memories of my grandparents. My grandad had an enormous beard, and grandma always wore a long flowered apron. Grandad used to sit me on the handle of the lock gate while he slowly opened it to let the water level rise or drop so the water level in the lock was the same as the river and then the barge could go on its way. My mother left New Haw to live in Grimsby, ...see more
Previously I had posted to My Memories, a much longer, "informative" post, but I learned from further research that a lot of what I had previously heard was not accurate in fact. My memories remain unchanged, regardless of the more accurate details so kindly provided to me. It had never before occured to me to go to the best source of more factual information, the Town of Beccles, of which Roos ...see more
During the thirties in Elsham, keeping healthy was very important. Yhe health service didnt exsist, all we had was orange juice and cod liver oil. Our cottage was very damp, one of my sisters died from pneumonia when she was just 4 yrs old. Many old residents also died from pneumonia, it was known as the old mans friend. The Elsham people were extremely poor. Everybody grew their own vegetables, that was the ...see more
I was born in 1941 and as a child, lived at Park Head Row, Birdsedge. There was little traffic then and we used to play hopscotch on the main road. Around the age of three, whilst swinging on our garden gate, I vividly remember the unusual sight of a convoy of khaki army trucks entering the village. I watched in awe as they turned right at the Crown pub and headed up Park Head Row. As they passed our house, one of the ...see more
What a wonderful summer 1953 was, so sunny that I was burned and confined to a darkened room in our hostess, Miss Montador's, terraced house somewhere up the back of the town but easy walking distance to the harbour. I could go down there aged 10, with my younger brother aged 6, unaccompanied, and fish with a hand line off the harbour. Well do I remember a 'big' boy catching a huge conger eel and ...see more
I lived in Torbay Road just off the Willesden Lane and our two parks were Queens Park and Grange Park. The State Cinema seemed very grand, so we all used to go to Saturday morning pictures at the Grange cinema. If you were lucky you could also get in round through the back doors for free, so could watch the same film several times! It all seems a long time ago and though most of us came from ...see more
I was born in 1934 in Southill Rd, Bensham and went to Lady Vernon School, my name in them days was Sheila Lucas. I had a wonderful life in those days. My life revolved round Bensham, the baths in Mulgrave Terrace were freezing cold, the library on Redhaugh Rd and the Saturday cinema at the Bensham. My grandparents lived next door and as I was a only child, I was very spoilt. My grandfather, Arthur Tooth, was ...see more
Born in Kilburn Square in the early 30's we moved to Iverson Road and were there during the war. I used to act as messenger for the ARP who used the DOB club in Maygrove Road as their base and went to Beckford school walking through the Black Path by the LMS station to get there. In January 1945 a V2 exploded over the railway behind Iverson putting my mother and I in hospital for three months and ...see more
I used to work in Thomas's arcade and I lived at old Hunstanton, so I would walk to work. I would always walk along the cliffs to go home, and it was on my way home one night at about 11pm that I noticed that the bell in the gardens had gone; it was there when I went to work that morning. Strange really after all the years it was there, someone waited until the sixties to pinch it. It was a wonder that myself or my ...see more
My father was a great lover of Derbyshire and would take the family at least once a year for a weeks holiday (usually Easter or the autumn). This particular time he booked us into a local B&B near to the pub. If we were out in the evenings and late-ish in getting back we had to feel our way along the village streets as there were no electric lights, but it all added to the mysteriousness of the place. Can ...see more
I was very interested to read Elisabeth's account.I used to teach at Belchamp Walter School and have many happy memories of my time there with Mrs Pearson, she was a remarkable person. Married to a local farmer, she gave birth to a baby girl during my time there and Miss Meadows took over the running of the school for a short time. I can remember many of the children who were there and ...see more
My family moved from Portsmouth to my father's home town of Hebburn in the mid sixties, we lived at No.47 Byron Ave and I have many happy memories of my life in Hebburn. Sadly, my father died in 1968 and my mother and I moved back to Portsmouth. I miss my old home even to this day and always wonder what became of the friends and family I left behind. My greatest wish is to find some old photos of the area as all my ...see more
I remember Fareham very well. I remember my father who was in them days a window cleaner, and everyone seem to know him. He used to start at 5am in the mornings doing the shop fronts, then the houses on until 5pm with an hour for dinner. The field where the swimming pool is and a rather big housing estate, was a great big field and a small deep muddy pool near the side of the road. It had this great big tree in ...see more
I worked as a Saturday boy in Arthur Gardiners in the mid 1970's. Across the road was a dry cleaners run by a guy called Rudi, who employed a beautiful blond girl called Lisa, who also worked Saturday. On the corner between the shop and Woolies was a green grocer who used to spend all day shouting out his prices. There was a cake shop called Garners where we used to get cream cakes to have with our ...see more
I was just putting in "Rogerson Hall" on search and came across this site. Wonderful. I went to Rogerson Hall with my Mum and Dad in 1956 and 1957. In 1956, when I was 6, Dad booked the holiday and within one day of being there I developed chicken pox and we had to come home to London. I was heartbroken but to help console me, my wonderful Mum took my tin bucket on to the beach and brought me ...see more
