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First a little bit of history. There is a double cottage on Thurgoland Bank overlooking Cheesebottom, it was built by my Great Grandfather John Tufft around 1880. He was a Shingler at Wortley Lower Forge, having moved his family down from Tipton some years earlier. He brought up his family here, seven children in all. After he died in 1920 and my Great Grandmother died in 1921 the cottage was occupied ...see more
My Gt Gt Aunt Esther Parry and her husband Joseph kept it c1891 and my gt Aunt Annie who lived with them from a young age had it in 1901. She married Thomas Terry.
We moved to Ludgershall, this street (No 5, third house down) in 1975. My father was with the MOD and worked in the REME workshop in Ordnance Road in Tidworth. By then the road although still a close, was much longer than it shows here with lots more houses. As a boy it was a great place to grow up, as you were right on the edge of the country side with so much to do. There was a triangle of unused land just a bit ...see more
School days over, I came home to my mother who had married again to Walter Day who lived at the Lodge Foxhunt. I made friends with Joan and Betty Bennett. I sang in the Choir of All Saints Church in the village. Another friend was Ian Smith whose parents operated the Star Inn. I stayed in Waldron for 4 years then Joined the RAF. I have many fond memories of those days. Both my mother and step father are buried in the church yard of All Saints. And I did some gardening in the Rectors garden.
The man riding his bike in the foreground of the photo is my father, Albert William Smith, aged about 40. The building on the left is All Saints Church.
Saturday mornings we would trip off to Worksop on Booth @ Fisher bus from Kiveton Park with a suitcase. Call at Davis shop on Bridge St just through the lights at Newcastle Ave. Pack eight loaves of bread in the case trip off to Ryton St to a little shop where we could leave our case, then off to Worksop open air baths. It was a little chilly at times but great fun. After about two hours collect our case and off home. Those were the days.
Born 1937 Kiveton family. Remeber getting on the bikes with my friends, riding over what we called the little hills down the pit lane to the tunnel top. Carrying an old clothes horse and a blanket, that was our tent. Take an old frying pan to cook the tiddlers we had caught. It was great. Having a game of kit can and spinning the wooden tops. Scrumping old Mr Thompson apples at the back of Dawson Terrace, ...see more
There are several dating features on both this print and subsequent ones and inspection of the church today that suggest that the photograph is probably correctly dated at 1888. The pews shown were installed in that year, replacing an earlier box version. A memorial tablet on the wall in commemorating the life of a local lady who died in 1888 does not appear although it is present on ...see more
I was born in March 1939 and lived in South Chingford 1939-66. Frances Road 1940-47 and Underwood Road (Ropers Farm Estate) 1947-66. I loved Chingford and still do. I regularly visit Chingford and was there only yesterday 15.07.08. I still have a cousin in Chingford and I am sadly selling my late cousin Peggy's house in Grove Road. I firstly went to New Road School (briefly) then onto Selwyn ...see more
Takes you back doesn't it! Just for a minute, forget everything stressful and read this............ Close your eyes and go back in time... Before the Internet... Before semi-automatics, joyriders and crack.... Before Playstations, x-box or Super Nintendo... Way back......I'm talking about Hide and Seek in the park. The corner shop Pironis. Hopscotch. Butterscotch. Skipping. Handstands. Football ...see more
My dad had a penpal in Salford during the late 30s or early 40s, named John (or James?) Milner. My dad, an American, lived in a town called Salford; this school adopted Salford in England as a twin city, and my dad's schoolclass wrote to the children of Salford. I'm here for a class until August 5 and wondered if anyone in Salford by that name still lives there. My dad's name is Leon Moyer, and ...see more
I have lived in Australia for 42 years but Coxhoe always remains home to me. The 7 Frith photos which are published at this site are the real Coxhoe to me because I was living there in that era and that is how it remains locked in my memory. These pictures take me back to the 28 happy years that I lived in loved in and left for a new life all those years ago. I have been back on 3 occasions hoping to ...see more
I was born in Nursery Road, Knaphill, and left Winston Churchill in 1972 and my first job was with RFDGQ with my friend Maureen Truman. I remember Valerie, Tony & Noel, and the boss was a lovely gentleman but sadly I have forgotten his name. I used to hang out around the barracks & know those houses. On route to school via Beechwood Road, I used to walk along the top of the high wall of the ...see more
My friend Lindsay Stagg lived opposite the ranges & I spent many happy hours with her on the commons near by. Wonder where she is now. And Anne (Bones) Johnson lived in Port Lane.
I was born in Chirk Cottage Hospital and brought up in Glyn Ceiriog. I had a very happy childhood attending the Controlled School and later the Board School. I was a member of the Urdd and as a school we travelled and stayed with some lovely hospitable people when attending Eisteddfods in South Wales during the 1950's. There seemed then to be something going on all the time in the Valley concerts, dramas, whist drives, ...see more
The Bull family, we used to live at 4 Duffus Hill. We used to go to the stud where my father worked, back in 1974. We used to go to the village hall for Brownies. We went to the school. We went to Sunday School down Middle Town Lane. We have got loads of memories of Moreton Morrell.
My family was evacuated to Eaton Socon after being bombed out in London. My father was serving in The Royal Navy. I was only a baby so my memories only go back to about 1943. I came to Eaton Socon with my mother, her parents and my elder brother. We were able to rent a cottage in School Lane from a farmer by the name of Payne. I can remember the Walton family in School Lane and starting school there. ...see more
My parents were landlords of the Littleton Arms in the early 1960s era. I was around three years old or so then. Can remember the Saturday nights when bands played down in the bar, wooden beer barrels large and small being delivered into the cellar and Dad hooking them up. Bottles of "BabyCham" on shelves, the odd bag of crisps or pork scratchings for a treat and a Vimto! ... Go figure what lingers in the memory. I ...see more
Spent many happy days as a small boy living at the "Butterbox" a wondeful place to live and explore, went to school in the village and used to spend a sixpence every Friday in the sweet shop
My name is Martin Flower. I lived in 21 Bailey St. The field at the back of our house is where I would spend most of the day. There was a crowd of us and we would make Dutch arrows, yes you cannot use them today. If you could see forty arrows in the air it was some sight. And when there was a flood Nieno's cafe lost all his stock. The grown ups would be in the water getting fags, tobacco and any beer barrels that ...see more
While visiting my sister-in-law Margaret Paine in nearby North Muskham, I discovered this exquisitely beautiful Japanese garden. It is known as the Pureland Japanese Garden and Meditation Centre and is in North Clifton. It appears to have been built by one man (Buddha Maitreya) over many years and is truly staggering in its simple beauty. How is it possible that one man has taken a couple of ...see more
In 2002 I had already been the band leader for the Whitethorn Band for more than twenty years and ithe musicians decided we needed a new drum. By chance we discovered Barry Askew in Chelmondiston who used his woodworking skills to hand make perfect drums suitable for morris musicians. We commisioned a new drum and one fine Autumn day in 2002 four of our band ...see more
As Sheila mentions, the above photo shows my grandfather Arthur Pearman collecting my grandmother Margaret Pearman (whom I never met unfortunately). He didn't even realise someone had taken this photo.
I remember the restaurant at the United Dairies in Walton where I used to have lunch.
I worked there for a few years with Stan Hunt at the Picturedrome, and the Plaza which was nearly opposite across the river was owned by a man called Mr Cheetam. I also worked at the Plaza as a relief projectionist and also another cinema in Ampthill owned by Mr Cheetam. They were great days and I now live in Leicester but now see that all four cinemas in Bedford are gone, what is left? I ...see more
I had a lovely weekend "up north" to attend a family party in Middlesbrough as my wife's brother-in-law Robert Arbin was celebrating his 60th birthday. As it was summer we thought it would nice to camp and we found an attractive camping and caravan park at Tocketts Mill just outside Guisborough. Elizabeth and I camped in our old familiar festival tent and our son David camped ...see more
I, at the tender age of fourteen, arrived in Croglin on November the 5th, 1954. It was 'Bonfire Night' and as strangers in the village I did not know a single soul. However the bonfire for the celebrations had been situated in the old quarry at the top end of the village and festivities commenced at about 7.pm so my eldest sister and I ventured forth to meet the locals. The weather was reasonable for November and ...see more
I had never even heard of Huyton, much less been there until I joined the Territorial Army in 1967. I had enlisted at a recruiting office in Manchester and attended the Alamein Barracks for my basic training in 1967. In those far off days we wore our uniform instead of civvies when leaving the barracks and I have happy memories of a bunch of us "squaddies" riding on the top of a double decker bus into ...see more
My grandfather lived in the tied cottage on the Plas farm in Lower Machen. His name was Albert Thomas, known as Bert. I have many fond memories of him and his cottage and playing around the farmyard and watching him complete his chores. I would stand for ages in the milking parlour watching him, Owen (owner of the farm), and his sons Stuart and Brian at work! All the cows had names and my grandfather used to ...see more
I have very happy memories of staying at Rogerson Hall Holiday Camp. We stayed here every year for two weeks in August from about 1962 to 1968. Every year my brother and I took part in the children's fancy dress competition. I can remember the fun of staying in the chalets and how neat and tidy the grounds were kept. I learnt to dance the 'Gay Gordon' with my dad and how to do the twist! My brother learnt how ...see more
I can remember playing at Nine Springs every Sunday with my two brothers. We would always stop at the old cottage there where you could buy a glass of home made lemonade for an old halfpenny, and sometimes two biscuits as well if you had a penny. The old couple were very friendly and we would sit on their small veranda, and pet their old black dog, and listen to the noise of the springs as we chatted ...see more
Just a few memories of what shops were there in Little Sutton around the time this photograph was taken, starting on the near left of the picture you had the food CO-OP, the white church followed by the fruit and veg shop, a hair dressers and two other shops (???). Over the Ledsham Road junction was a bank on the corner followed by about three shops, one of which was a shop called the Carlton which was a bit ...see more
The Old School House was the village school, which opened in 1868 and closed in 1960. The school was built by the landowner using the local blue lias stone. The windows were reclaimed from the Abbey, as were corbals and other pieces of stonework and are a definite feature of the property. The school took all ages until the early 1870's when it was split into infants and juniors. At its height there were 52 ...see more
I remember the"Loco" that took you up the drive. Seeing my first elephant plus seeing and eating my first cream puff in the "Cafe". Mother and I had the last one and I remember seeing the cream ooze out of the pores. That is all I remember of the Zoo. I was born 1936, the war finished 1945. I presume the Zoo closed for the duration so when did I visit?
My husband, myself and 2 daughters have spent many happy holidays camping in Penally in the 1970s and early 1980s. We camped in a field near the pub owned by a farming family, the sun always shone, we spent hours on the beautiful beach, kids and dogs playing happily, we always visited Lydstep, Saundersfoot, Bosherton lily ponds, the chapel at St. Govans, St. Davids Bay, Pendine sands. In the evenings we used to walk ...see more
A little bit of history about the Black Bull. My GGG Grandfather Thomas Banks (1791-1869) was the inn keeper during the 1850's and possibly for a short period before that. He also ran the slaughterhouse and the butchery business behind the pub which is referred to by Malcolm in his memory. Thomas died in 1869. The Black Bull and butchery was then run by his son Thomas, until his death in 1887 when ...see more
Thousands of teenage boys would have spent their formative years at William Baker Technical School which was housed in the historic mansion of Goldings in the village of Waterford. In 1922 around 240 boys and staff marched from Stepney Causeway where Barnodos had their training workshops to the station where they travelled by train to Hertford. Forming up behind their band they marched past the newly errected war ...see more
This used to be our local pub. Many a night spent throwing money at the jukebox and into the pool table. I was sprung for being 16 but still allowed to buy lager (cheers!!) LOL!! It's a chain pub now and has some kind of Big Steak restaurant attached. Such a shame.
I used to work in this pub with my sister. It's 4 walls have set the scene for many a drama! It was a great pub back in the day - and excellent fun on Airborne Forces Weekend (not so much fun for out of towners, I'd imagine!) LOL!
I had my tonsils removed at the Cambridge Miltary Hospital in 1981 (aged 8). The only memory I have of this time is of a little girl named Yvonne Cherry who stayed in the bed next to mine, she never had any visitors and spent the majority of her time looking in my locker. My father, Eric James was an ambulance driver for the Cambridge Hospital for many years. It's a beautiful building and it is heartbreaking to think of it standing with empty corridors and dusty old cobwebs.
Meeting my pals under the clock and walking around on Sundays, going dancing at Robbies once a week. My Mum and Dad also would meet under the clock. Dancing at the City Square on VE day. I was living with my Grandmother on Princess Street, where I was born, I was sent back to Dundee in 1944 because of the VE bombs. My first job was in Willie Lows Grocers. There was nothing like seeing the New Year in with the bagpipes in the City Square. Oh, so many happy memories.
In the 1871 census records my Great, Great, Great Grandfather owned a grocery store in this street. His name was Charles Whiskin and he lived here with his wife Susannah and Catherine, Edward and Ernest his children. Many other relatives lived here also along with a nurse maid and a chap called Henry Green who again worked in the shop.
In 1861 my Great, Great, Great Grandfather Charles Frederick Whiskin worked for the Steel family in their grocer's shop situated in the Butter Market. Charles came originally from Black Friars in London and was born in 1832. He learnt his trade from the Steels and went on to own his own shop in Aylesbury Buckinghamshire which he ran with his wife Susannah.
Iremember when Ry and Tania took over the Roma and we had the Maltsters at Badby. And I remember when the takings went missing from the 'music on the green' charity event last Sat, June 2008. [Well, someone has to leave a comment.]
My father lived at 7 Beck Side North as a child having moved there from Hull. The gardens were long and contained fruit trees. His father was a keen gardener. The neighbours kept cows and sold milk! My father fell in the beck aged 3 but managed to get out.
The buildings in front of the Castle are part of the famous Jennings brewery, built in 1887 and still thriving, albeit no longer independent, but part of the Marstons empire.
Brigham is a village a couple of miles west of Cockermouth. Much of the church at Brigham is Norman, dating to 1080 and has connections to the Wordsworth family. At the time the church was built Cockermouth was part of the Brigham Dioscese. My connection with the church and the village is that I was christened there in 1942, grew up as part of the choir and for a short time deputised as stand-in organist when Elsie Beattie was unavailable. It is a beautiful church close to the River Derwent.
Smitten by a kitten from Marlborough Road. A tall, elegant, green eyed, dark long haired lass from Chiswick, who charmed my heart with her music (an Accordionist). Her family, in particular her father, were gentle-folk who gave me tea on Sundays then we would watch Sunday Night at the Palladium on the TV, or Robin Hood. She would play Ramona, Sorrento, and a medley of sing-along songs for us to join in. I was in love, but she was only sixteen, and this was the 1950s. DPaul567@talktalk.net
The policeman seen standing on duty outside the public house has been indentified as PC 65 H R Hood. He was the village 'Copper', spending 15 years of his service in Cadnam. This was a favourite traffic duty spot in those days, as this was the main crossroads of the Southampton to Bournemouth and the Winchester to Lymington highways. Even though in those days there was less traffic, it was never the less a very busy road with many hazards.
I can remember the late 50s, early 60s, coaches from Scarborough used to stop here, the titles says why, it still brings back my childhood memories when I drive past.
I remember the stairs and the smell of carbolic soap, when visiting my Nanna and Grandad. There were lots of people living there, all in a 1 bedroom flat with just a scullery and a dining/sitting room. 5 children and sometimes there parteners and grandchildren all lived there. It was a happy house and going upstairs on to the landing. that smell was with you for days after I came home. The cobbles in the ...see more
I lived in Hampstead Norris as it was known in those days from 1945 to 1962 when I departed for greener pastures(I thought). I have had this longing for a while now to get in touch with people I went to school with in the village and at Compton. If you know my history you may or may not want to contact me. I would really like to hear from anyone who lived in the village at those ...see more
My family moved to Sheaveshill Court in 1955, Ivy & George Casbard my brother George and myself. I attended Colindale Primary School until 1964. It was wonderful living opposite the shops, there was always something interesting to see when looking out of the window. I remember Florrie who owned the sweet shop, bless him, he was a little grumpy with us kiddies. Maxwells the sweet shop a little further up the road. ...see more
We lived at No 23 Broadway, Ronald my dad, Ruth my mum, Colin, me, Glenda and Kenneth. Next door was a working farm as the houses had only just been built. On Thursdays they used to run cows from the railway station to the auction market, fun and games they were in the gardens. There wasn't a lot to do but they were happy days. I went to Helmshore Primary School, headmaster Mr Jenkins, then to Haslingden ...see more
I was born here in 1949, then both my children. The first in 1967 and the next in 1971. The maternity unit was around to the left in a seperate building. They were very strict about visiting times etc. The staff were great though. The hospital was also the centre for Childhood Rhumatoid Arthritis. The hospital has been knocked down and replaced with a closed gate housing estate.
I remember as a child the great holidays in the 60s on the beaches at Holland. We hired a beach hut for 7/6 a week near the deck chair and paddle float hire. Who can forget the pretty girls who pushed the ice cream trolleys up and down the prom calling out "Walls Ices!" I remember one of the cafes on the beach, think the one in the photo got washed away We used to try and climb the concrete wall going ...see more
When I was about 5, I went to visit my Great Aunts Amelia Jones and Maggie Robinson at their house in Parkgate. They were quite elderly and because I only visited once, it is quite a vivid memory. Maggie was allegedly married to a 'Sea Captain', but a widow and Amelia never married. I seem to remember the sea still being there - when did it cease to reach the Parkgate shore? I have been trying to find ...see more
I was brought up in Up Holland and still think of it as home.
We came to Pembrokeshire on family holdiays all through the 1960s and early 1970s. This beach was our favourite although we called it, mistakenly, 'Barry Island Beach' as to reach it you had to go through Barry Island Farm and a toll of 10/-. We used to go on holiday with another family and so we would all try to pile into one car to save money. Whilst playing cricket on the beach in 1969 I was approached by a man who ...see more
Does anyone remember Jeux Sans Frontiers being organised by Helston Rotary (I think) and held in and on Coronation Lake. I attended Helston Grammar School during the 60s and lived with my parents Prisk and Phyllis Dale at The Gables Filling Station Trevenen.
Having had basic training at RAF Hednesford I was then posted to Buntingsdale Hall Headquarters Technical Training Command to spend the remainder of my two years National Service in the signals section. I recall that the commissioned ranks outnumbered the non-commissioned ranks at that time. This was an idylic location with an 18th-century baronial hall complete with lake etc. When it was ...see more
This was my idea of heaven. For 7 years during my early childhood we went to Nefyn for 2 weeks during the summer. Dad always rented a beach hut to "brew up in" and hold the deckchairs and swimming stuff. The highlight of the holidays was going fishing for mackeral in "Dick Jones boat" Happy times just playing cricket on the beach, rock pooling or in and out of the sea. So many memories of people long gone. How I long for those days to return.
I used to live in #1 when I was about 6 years old and have memories of climbing out of a window and sitting on the roof and looking out to sea. I also used to cycle off to school each day along this street. My father was in the Devon Constabulary and so we moved around a bit. I still have fond memories of Budleigh, particulary down on the beach when the fishing boats came in. I recall times when I would ...see more
I went to this folk festival for the first time this year and got some memories that I will never forget! Exciting music and dance memories at the entertainment venues around Chepstow plus a never to be forgotten rain soaked camping experience on the Chepstow racecourse along with woeful sanitation! The dance display teams are a crucial and vital element to any folk festival. The Two ...see more
I lived on Wellfield Road until I emigrated to Canada in May of 1953. After looking at this site it brings back a lot of memories. I attended Sunnyhill Road School then Dunraven High. I was only back for a visit once in 1984. Walking down Wellfield Road the same pot holes and broken side walks were there. I would love to make a trip back but who can afford the cost of visiting England now. The photo ref S220075 was ...see more
I was in a hospital called Highwood Hospital, in Ingrave Road. It was for children who had TB. I remember lots of friends there, the girls were separated from the boys. We had open air wards where we slept, unless it was very cold. Most of us were in our early teens. I was on a ward called Firs 5, I found out years later that it was the only hospital of this type in the country, as the ...see more
My Great Aunts Martha, Sarah & Elizabeth built the Castle Rock Hotel for around £3000. It then became a nursing home and somebody was heard to say that it was the closest place to Heaven as the view over the sea to Lundy was oustanding. I was very sad to see it demolished and apartments put in its place. They also owned Blue Bay, Glenavon and the Cleeve. My father was brought up in Mortehoe in the 1920s and had to ...see more
My father Leslie Edgar Simpson Smith was born in Askam-In-Furness at Greenscoe Cottages in 1902 and he passed away in Canada in 2003. My grandfather William Smith was also born in Askam in the Vulcan Hotel which his father and mother, Hezekiah Cook Smith, and Hannah Simpson Smith ran. My two sisters and myself came there in May of 2004 to see where dad came from and met the now owners of the ...see more
This war memorial is in what we called Old Hartlepool, near the sea by the Hartlepool Docks/Headland. The war memorial for West Hartlepool was called the Cenotaph and was in Victoria Road, West Hartlepool.
I was at the school from 1929/1939. My name is Stanley Thomas, I would like to be in touch with anyone who was there at the same time. When the Second World War broke out we were evacuated to Reigate, Surrey. I remember Reginald Boulton, David Seeley, William Lee, Cyril Seeley. If any of you are still about, please get in touch. The head master was C L G Raynor, the house mother was a Mrs ...see more
First school London Road Infants, a short time in Scotland and then the Church Infants, each school day walking from Theatre Street (two doors up from 'The Cherry Tree') through the market place and down Church Street. I moved on to the primary at the top of Theatre Street and eventually Crown Road. While at Theatre Street I would occasionally return to the bottom of Church Street to the 'rag and bone' yard with ...see more
Hi, Does anyone have any photos or memories of the Bridge House/Cottage in Bedwas that was an Indian restaurant for some time. We now own it and want to try and bring it back to the very early years. Many thanks if you do.
My great great grandfather Joseph Curran was a police officer and it appears as though he was the local police officer for Witton Gilbert. He certainly lived in Witton Gilbert in the 1881 and 1891 census but I have an article from the Police Chronicle July 1894 where PC Curran moved from Witton Gilber to Bearpark and was presented a watch and chain by the residents of Witton Gilbert, this was done at a ...see more
1959. My family and I stayed at Grandmother's house in Seabrook. I was 7. We lived there while Dad was waiting for his next military post. We rode on the light railway often and I remember being enchanted. I thought the idea that some people used the railway for their regular transport, to school or work, was magic. Through the Romney Marsh and Dymchurch station on the way to school. Years later, in 1963, we stayed there again for a summer and rode the Light Railway any time we could.
Lived on Windsor Rd... Ashton Heath... 68 to 81 when I first got married. Good times in the Eagle and Child .. Hingemakers .. Commercial .. pubs etc. Are they still there? Bill Harrison, Canada.
I was at St Mary's boarding school, the summer terms 1960 and 1961. I came from Gothenburg, Sweden. I was just 12 and 13 years old and I couldn't speak much English. I am now looking for girls that spent their school days at St Mary's. My best friend was Heather Dobell and she came from Whitestaunton, Chard. I have lost contact with her but would like to get in touch with her. Is there anyone ...see more
I attended Brown Rigg only for a short period of time in 1972, Sept-Dec I recall, so not many pupils from that time might remember me, maybe for being very disruptive. I think I held the record for absconding the most times in such a short period of time, it wasn't that I didn't like the place, it was a personal battle with Mr Butchard the School Board Officer, he would bring me back, I would abscond, once hanging on ...see more
The person on the right, on the pier, is myself, Ron Stokes. As I wrote in my memory previous, I worked on Beachley and Aust Piers, weekends, school holidays, until I joined the merchant navy in 1958. If you wish to know the history of Pier House [behind ferry office] and lighthouse keepers, and lighthouse of Beachley see www.gloucesterharbou trustees.org, very interesting, history of Batchford family, my mother's ...see more
I recall many visits to the Rose Bowl Cafe as a small child in the 1960s. We used to walk from Anderby Creek where we used to spend summer holidays. There used to be a Mynah Bird I think.
This photograph is wonderful for me to see having just moved back into Bumblebee Cottage on the far right of the picture after the catastrophic fire on 22 December 2005 that destroyed 4 cottages - Bumblebee Cottage, Hollyhocks, The Old Chapel and Virginia Cottage. My cottage looks the same from the back, the front will feel and look the same once I have replanted the front ...see more
