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From 1985 to 1982 I went with my Nan and Grandad to their chalet in Essex Avenue for 2 weeks in August. I remember a tiny kitchen, cosy front room and 2 bedrooms. Outside toilet which didn't seem to bother my sister and I. Woke every morning by the sounds of the Elsan man coming to empty the toilet, and falling asleep to the sounds of the bingo caller from the caravan park. Long hot days swimming in the sea and walks ...see more
We had an evacuee called Charlie, I wonder where he is now?
We had an evacue called Charlie Bond, he came from east London, I wonder where he is now?
I'd visited Otley the town in the 1960s, walking and rockclimbing as a lad of 18 /20 with friends I met at work in the woollen mills of Bradford and Shipley. My first memory is of looking down from the Chevin to this beautiful view of Otley. My new girlfriend Rosemary Finn and I had walked from Yeadon one summer evening 1958/9. We were both 16 year olds and enthralled with the view. In 2005 I again visited Otley and the ...see more
I remember buying fish and chips in Gallaway Road, Greengates 1955+. Unknown to me at that time this fish shop used to a greengrocer's shop owned by my grandfather Lister Carter around 1935/40. My father was born at number 4 Gallaway Road in 1910, 10 yards from the fish shop (now a private home). No 4 is now a beautifully renovated stone cottage which I visited in 2005. All this only 50 yards from the ...see more
My name, way back in 1957, was Iris Finley. My overriding memory of Delamere was the feeling of being in a very old fashioned environment. I always felt that the way we were taught and the strict regime was from an era much before I was born. That is not to say that I didn't like the atmosphere, I just found it very strange and the numerous rules very strict and nothing like home. I can remember ...see more
My sister was employed as a nurse?? at this BIG house around 1955/56. One Christmas the management invited me via my sister Beryl Carter to play my trumpet for all the children many with heart problems. I slept overnight and had a great time as it was Christmas Eve. I remember I had to catch the bus home on my own from Shipley to Greengates because my sister was on duty that Christmas day.
My family were Skinners of Deal. My mum Sheila used to work at the Regent cinema on the sea-front. I used to love being able to go & see films over & over when she as working there, (I remember seeing "The Music Man" 7 times!). Does anyone remember the little pony & trap that used to give rides to the children? It used to leave from round the entrance to the pier & go along the sea-front and back - a ...see more
My grandparents Mr. & Mrs. Cecil Carl Stronnel owned the Brown Horse Inn until 1922 when my grandmother and my mother emigrated to Canada. My grandmother had divorced prior to their departure. The present photo is very similar to the one that hung on the wall of my grandmother's home, I believe the one she had had a horse in the sign which as I recall hung out front. My ...see more
30 years just passed but it still seems present, the time I spent in Witheridge since 24 December to 1st January when I got back to London and then flied back to Italy. I spent splendid days by a family of friends at 17 West Street and still I remember that house, very typical, with wood roof. Inside there were on plan floor an entrance with a wood stair up to 2nd flor for two bedrooms, down a ...see more
Ah! How I well remember sharing times in a little unmodernised terraced house that my friend rented in Highlands Road in the early 1970s. The house was a little 2 up / 2 down with an outside loo & a little back garden. Many's the time we'd pop to the PO / shop on the corner. She, her son & I spent many a happy hour there ~ arrh! those were the days. We're still in touch, even though ...see more
I lived in Keymer from birth (1950) to 1954 then from 1966-1974. I lived in my early years at the "Old Thatch", Lodge Lane. My aunt and uncle, plus cousins, lived at the cottages to the north of us, formerly the local workhouse, then moved further down Lodge Lane to the large Victorian houses near the fire station, my uncle was in the fire service at that time. The shop pictured on the left in the photograph of Keymer Road ...see more
I was 3 years of age when my dad came home from the army (national service). We didn't have a car or much money, so my mum, dad and myself took long walks, Upholland, Dalton, Newburgher, Parbold. When I was tired my dad carried me on his shoulders. We knew all the farms which served tea and cake (still rationing), my dad loved cake and would have lived on it, with a large mug of tea and a woodbine. My mum knew all about ...see more
In 1958 secondary education was available for children who failed the 11+ exam. I attended Skelmersdale Secondary School aged 13 years, 51 weeks old. I was so proud of my new uniform. My best friend was Vivien Pierce and we started together and we loved it. It was a great disappointment not to be able to leave school a year later because I was a few days too young (I had a job to go to). They allowed me leave at Christmas, alas I has lost the job I coveted.
I attended Roby Mill School. Miss Simm was my teacher. She caught the bus to the monument (Vicarage Corner), and walked down College Road picking pupils up along the way. It was almost 1 mile in distance, she did this twice a day every school day. Ash Wednesday, Good Friday etc we were expected to attend Upholland parish church (St Thomas's). Mrs Webster was the head teacher and lived a few doors away from us. Mary Wilkinson was my best friend but moved back to Liverpool.
We moved to Oaktrow in January 1957 and until the house was habitable, we stayed at The Lion (prominently displayed in one of the photos). The village then had four shops, these being the Post Office towards Minehead, Mrs Yeandle's, the Coombe Stores (very successful under Basil Hewlett and his wife) and Loveridge's which was on the way to Stowey. Mrs Yeandle, a large woman, sang in the choir, ...see more
I was christened in this church in 1949, both my sons were christened and married in St Michael's. I went to Sunday school there and also I was confirmed there.
As kids my brother Ray and my sister Jan and myself spent every weekend and all the summer holidays at the lido, we used to take our food and stay for the day. We had season tickets and I must admit the summers seemed warmer. Sue Marriott (Crockford).
I am unsure of the date my sister Grace married Bill Hallett and lived on the Green Leigh Village. My name is Daphne Russell, nee Hooker. My sister also being Grace Hooker before marriage. My nephews still live in the area. I am in Australia and have wonderful memories. We came from Tonbridge. I was a telephone operator at Tunbridge Wells.
Just wanted to say that I love your website. I moved to Canada last year from Windsor, Berkshire but my grandfather Fred Tutt lived in Eltham for many years (owned a fishmongers). He was there along with his sister Barbara and as a boy, right through to my 30s (now in my 40s), I spent time there. Causing trouble in the High Street mainly. Parents also were married in the church at the bottom of the High Street. ...see more
My great-aunt lived in this house - we always knew it as 'Beam Ends'. She had a little antique shop in the single storey bit at the end (on the right). I also remember the garage on the right in the picture which was run by a Mr Chapman. There is now a village by-pass but in the days when I knew Scole the traffic went through the village - from Bury to Gt Yarmouth, Norwich to Ipswich - it was never-ending and it is a ...see more
I was born in a house on, and have lived in, Channel view for my entire life. I now live in a house built to the left of the garages in the forground. as a kid I played behind those garages and made den's with my mates and sailed down and sunk in the canal on home made rafts.
I used to play in the castle and what we thought were dungeons in the middle to late 1950s. It was our playground for many years. We went to the beach nearly every day summer or winter. Loved the place to bits. My sister and younger brothers found the place magical and facsinating, even though it was in ruins it was magical to us.
I have many great memories of Dysart with my Gran Jane (Jean Allan and John (Big Jock) Allan. Last address together was 13 The Braes Dysart. On the hill on the road to Meickles Coalmine. We used to collect coal on the beach. Play on the beach and on the hills above the caves. "Sneak into the Man in the Rock", In these days could not go straight to it because of the coal mine. We had a miners' house ...see more
I was a pre - Nursing student at Daneswood for two years. I hailed from Bolton, Lancashire and it was my first time away from home and town. I fell in love with Woburn Sands and enjoyed my time at Daneswood, to this day I have lovely memories of the place and friends made there. I have lived in Canada now for the past 45 years having retired from teaching, nursing, and travel extensively. ...see more
This is Blakemere Lane in Hatchmere - about a mile from Norley.
The main memory that I have is growing up in a small village with lots of friends, the pear tree wall will last in my memory for ever, the meeting place for all, playing football on the green, fathers aginst the children, everyone was happy them days. Going swiming in the canal during the summer holidays, snow drifts in the winter as high as a telephone mast, the smell of the tar as the men relaid the road.
I was born a Willertt at 5 Kilnhurst Rd in 1940. I remember the noise of German fighters going to bomb Sheffield and many German or Italian prisoners marching from Kilnhurst to the camp at Ravenfield. They used to throw us tins containing sweets and we used these tins when playing hopscotch. We had no electricity in the house which is very different now. I wonder whether the cellar still floods! We had gas ...see more
55 years on I still remember the infant school in the village. The toilets were outside at the end of the playground with very cold seats in the winter - pre the flushing variety!! (or does my memory serve me wrong) and there was a round heater in the classroom that we all used to gather round in the cold weather. We used to walk up to the building that is now the Acorn club for some of our ...see more
Mum worked for GEC on Manningham Lane and was informed of her brother's death on HMS Indomitable as he was in the navy in the war. Mum worked with Christiana Swift in the canteen at GEC.
My parents lived in Ennors Road in Newquay during the early 70s. They were an RAF family. I was newly-married & lived in Kent, but I used to love visiting them & spending holidays in beautiful Newquay. My new husband used to love sea fishing trips on the small boats & I would go with him, (the only female amongst the men & very often the only one not sea-sick after 4 hours out at sea!). What ...see more
I used to deliver The Evening Sentinal, Crewe Chronical and Daily papers for Mr Dovey. I used to ride my bike from Oakhanger all the way up there deliver my round and then go to school at the Comp! I think I got paid around £5.00. Happy days. Fond memories.
With a borrowed rod, I caught my first fish in Stouts Hill Pond. The fish took my hook quite deeply and after dis-gorging the hook, we assumed that the fish was dead and my friend Reg Thomas took the fish home to Dursley to feed it to the family cat! On arriving home, Reg discovered that the fish was still alive and while it swam around in a fish tank for a few days, it did eventually die. Sad. Ken Cook
I came from the north to work in Margate from 70 to 72--at what was then called the Isle of Thanet District Hospital, Margate Wing. For my first 2 months I lived in staff accommodation at the Royal Sea Bathing Hospital. I'm sure that people in far more upmarket accomodation would have killed for the sea view from my room. I paid a return visit to Margate in 2006 and was struck by how little it had changed from my era.
I was born in Redhill and attended St Matthew's School and then Bishop Simpson Girls' School. I left Redhill in 1977 when I married and moved to Melbourne, Australia (my maiden name was O'Donovan). I have been back to Redhill several times. I last visited in 1999 and could not believe how much Redhill had changed. My favourite store (Pendereds) had gone. I spent most of my time and money in that store. I ...see more
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 shadows of his past. Aches clung to him where his body moulded into the chair. It had been a long night. An hour earlier dawn had crept by, nudging the darkness to another place; ...see more
In the 1960s my Gran lived in Lakeside Road opposite Broomfield Park. Our family of 7 used to pile over to hers. The highlight was the sweet tin round. Broomfield Park sticks in my memory as a great park with loads to do. Palmers Green still has character, definitely worth a visit!!
Frances “Fanny” Clarke was born about 1810 in Newton Tracey and my interest in both her and the village is because she married Henry Howard, a tin plate worker from Barnstaple. My middle name is Howard which carries on the family name from those far off days. As I have now retired and live in Devon I am looking forward to visiting the parish church at Newton Tracey ...see more
I left the Sunday School at this chapel in summer 1962 after several very happy years. Mrs Davies was the Superintendent and our expert pianist was Phyllis Jones (later Pritchard). My membership gave me a good grounding in the scriptures and lots of fun and friendship too. The Sunday School post-Christmas party and prizegiving events stand out as an especially happy memory. Many years after leaving Helsby ...see more
I was born at Newton On Ouse in March 1928. At the age of five I attended the local school whose headmaster was Alf Bradbury. Also at the age of five I began visiting Village Farm that was owned by Mathew Clark. The main attraction was that Mr Clark had a motor car but could not drive but his son George could. George was courting a girl named Annie Bell that lived at Melbourne and used to ...see more
My early memories go back to the days spending our holidays at Grandma Davies in Broome. Grandma used to say it's only half a mile to Aston-on-Clun, we would walk there at least twice a week. The first time would be to Mr Naylor's shop. Also to exchange the accumulators to run the radio, you see there was no electricity, also no running water. The second time would be every Sunday evening going to the Baptist ...see more
I think it's shocking there are no memories from Lumphinnans. I have quite a few photos of the Lumphinnans Club 1 which was started to give youngsters something to do, this ran for a few years and we all had great fun on different places which we visited like Newcastle, Kenmore and ice skating. Everyone was involved in these activities, also hanging aroung Joe's shop at the corner and always being ...see more
I was born in Cedar Road maternity annexe in Sutton in 1956 and lived in Eaton Road for my first 10 years of life. One of my biggest joys was visiting the library that was situated in Manor Park in a house that I think may still be there, it was only small but was a wonderful old place. The War Memorial in Manor Park has my grandmother's brother named on it, not sure of his Christian name but his surname is Hill. My ...see more
My grandparents Able and Annie Blythe lived in Frodsham, on Frodsham Bridge in the cottages. I have wonderful memories of visiting them when I was a child, also of the church. I can remember sitting in the choir stalls whilst family members sang in the choir. There was also a little lady called Miss Cundy?? I think that was her name, that lived near my grandparents, she used to go to the pub on the bridge and sing ...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
I used to visit my great uncles & aunts in Sandwich as a child. They lived at The Butts in those days (long dead now though). My grandmother would put me on the bus all alone at Upper Deal where we lived, (quite safe as the conductor used to look out for me), and my uncle would meet me at the Market Square in Sandwich. (I can still recall the smell of the abattoir in the summer). They had a dike at the ...see more
Rowlands Castle Brickworks originally established during the 1880’s, and must have been the biggest employer at the time, next to agriculture. Not all the workforce came form Rowlands Castle, but from local villages in the surrounding area, the site itself was a large sprawling layout, the clay pits took up most of the land. During its hay day as many one hundred people were working there, the work ...see more
I lived at the RAF camp at Coddington back in the late 60s early 70s. Does anyone else remember the fun we used to have at the Club discos. Or hanging around in the woods at the back, there was an old disused tennis court, but we managed to have some fun playing there in the long, long summers. The local villagers were so friendly too - I made good friends that I am still in touch with now. I went back to the Camp a couple of years ago - it is now a "posh" housing development.
When I was about 11 years old I secretly bought a pet mouse on impulse, but quickly realised that it was a silly thing to do as I knew my Dad would not let me keep it. I couldn't afford a cage for it. I hadn't thought it through at all. Frightened to leave it at home I took him to school, stupidly thinking I could keep him hidden in my desk or up my sleeve, but of course the inevitable happened and somebody ...see more
My school in South Ealing was know as 'Grange Academy for Young Ladies', or rather, just simple Grange seniors. I loved my school days and equally net-ball, but hated the fact that we had to play in our blouses tucked into our navy blue knickers. Boys would congregate around our school gate where we would have to play in full view of them. It was most embarrassing. Our class rooms were made up ...see more
Can't be too specific about the year, just know I was young. Perhaps we'd not been long in our house on Carr Lane, having lived in Dronfield before. What a treasure this house was, running water, separate bedrooms and gardens, and the view from the front was fields as far as the eye could see. There wasn't much traffic in those days, not much of anything in fact, pedestrians or animals, just the bus ...see more
Although born in Churchstanton in 1791 my gg grandfather James Doble moved to Upottery and I have had close relatives living in the village until my grandmother Beatrice Doble died in 1982. My sister and myself were born, baptized and lived at Addington Cottages until the Sidmouth estate was sold in 1954 and we moved to Ilminster. My father, Maurice was a thatcher on the estate. However, I spent all my school ...see more
When I look at this photo it brings back happy memories of when the club was a hive of activity of bowling greens, tennis courts, football pitches (middle of photo). As a young girl growing up in Weston Point I always looked forward to the Annual Rose Fete Shows, that were laid on by ICI. Every Thursday evening we would attend the ICI Club and Mr Dunning and our next door neighbour Mrs Rees would take ...see more
I have many valued memories of growing up in Ballycarry during the late forties and fifties. I lived at No. 1 Rookwood Terrace (now, I believe, No. 2 Hillhead Road), with my grandad, John MacAuley senior, my mum May Wadley and younger brother Johnny Wadley. Times were much slower then, hardly any cars in the street, allowing us children to play there, in relative safety. When our front door at No. 1 was ...see more
Looking back now I think I must have been terrified when my dad took my sister and I on the swing boats which swung out so far you could see the water of the river underneath you. As you pulled the rope harder the boat would go higher. It was a regular "treat" each Sunday when my dad would take us on the Midland red bus from Wolverhampton to see my grandparents who lived in a ...see more
My Grandma - Bertha Lanaghan - lived in Third Street for over 50 years. She made hookey rugs as big as a room from old blankets, coats, etc whatever she could get, to sell for extra money. She dyed the wool three colours, navy, red & light blue and drew all her own designs on the sacking in ink before she started. They were beautiful and It was the only kind of carpet I knew until I was in my ...see more
When this photo of Newbury Rd. was taken I was 9. I used to walk from my house on Coppice Rd. Kingsclere to Newbury Rd. where I took piano lessons. I don't remember the name of the teacher but she played the organ at St. Mary's, and she was the sister of Mrs. Fred Hopkins, who owned the store on George St. Her black spaniel always sprawled over my feet while I played. I think its the reason I always ...see more
My first day of school was September 1965 at Fair Oak Infants. It wasn't too bad the first day as my Mum was allowed to stay at the back of the classroom, but after that I was left on my own. I became very frightened and one day I thought I'd make a "run for it". My plan was to ask to go to the toilet, and while I was gone (as in those day's the toilet block was at the other end of the ...see more
I used to live in the farm house and my grandparents lived next door in the barn to Bed House. I loved it there and I hope whoever is there now is having a fantastic time. Wish we hadn't moved. x
My mother Joyce Stannard worked at the shop in this picture in the foreground with the canopy next to the wine merchants. When she started it was a little wool shop owned by Miss Wright - she sold it to the Norman's who expanded and did dress design upstairs. My brother Nigel and I attended the Infants school in Hoggs Hill Lane followed by the Primary School which was behind this row of shops. There was a ...see more
I stayed at Twin Oaks one night in October 2008. I arrived very late after escaping from some motorway works madness, but my hostess was very welcoming and supportive. She explained that the twin oak at the front of the building is much admired, especially by the Francis Frith company photographer when this photo was taken. I was visiting because my g g g grandfather was living in Cadnam in 1841. James Peckham, son of ...see more
Some of my best memories of growing up are the camps I attended at the Red Cross camp site over the field (past the farm) and right on the River Wey at New Haw. I actually lived in Brookwood at the time. We did hiking, canoeing and swimming in the river; I spent many happy summers there. The best thing compared to the Scouts & Cubs was that the Red Cross had both girls & boys and my first proper ...see more
I cannot believe that I am the first ex "Wop/TeleOp" to stumble across this site and to pen a few words of nostalgia for the old camp and the surrounding towns. Calne in particular. The jokes we made about the bacon factory, e.g. 'Same lorry collecting from the cookhouse as brought our supplies'. Nipping thru' the hole in the fence around camp to pop along to the pub for cigarettes. ...see more
Hi, I'm writing about Southgate Seals Swimming Club and the Halliwick School for Crippled Girls. Can you help me?
This pond was known to local kids as The Newt Pond, as that's where we used to go 'newting', catching newts and putting them in jam jars and putting them back after seeing who had the biggest (newt!)... We used to hire tricycles from the Bike Track, next to Rhyl FC and opposite the Grammar School (now Rhyl High School). I'd love to see any old images of the Bike Track as that was a really special place to ...see more
My name's David Meacham - When I was very small I used to live in the cottage on the right - Number 10 Bremhill. It was a wonderful place to be a child - few cars then of course - and the freedom to roam the village without any fear. The rooms were very small and on a slope - great for playing with Dinky toys. The Beatles were just starting then - I remember sitting on the swing in the garden singing She Loves You Yes, Yes, ...see more
I remember the first time I was in the village after the butcher had been slaughtering pigs. There was blood being channelled from the slaughterhouse down the road to another part of the shop where he was going to make black pudding. It took me years before I could even look at black pudding after that, let alone eat it
When I moved to live on the Cricket Green with my parents in 1947, the previous tenants were called Bacon, and for many years afterwards, people would say "Oh you live in Bacons' old house" - my mother would seethe! My brother Richard was born in 1948 and our younger brother Patrick arrived in 1950, always doing his own thing, and was delivered by my mother on the kitchen floor - the baby born in a bucket, as he ...see more
My mum lived here for about 7 years until 1967, her father was the village policeman and they lived in The Police House in Eynsford. Mum was christened in St Martin's Church and went to the primary school which has been gone a long time and now has houses on the site. She can remember having to walk to the school hall on the main road for school dinner. Her best friend lived at Lullingstone and they ...see more
As a child I lived in North Street, Bradford Abbas. The name of the house then was Hilou. We were led to believe it was because our only toilet then was at the top of the very long garden. It later turned out that the cottage once belonged to two sisters called Hilary and Louisa. Since then the name has changed. We lived on the right hand side going down the street. My dad thatched ...see more
The picture of the Van in the main street of Hednesford is I think the Co-op grocery delivery van. Just below the woman was then a Co-op grocery store. The van was driven by a man by the name of Tommy; I unfortunately can't remember his surname. I worked at the Rawnsley Co-op branch in the 60s when I was 17, the Manager was Ron Berks. It was my job to walk to all the outlying areas to collect customer’s orders namely, ...see more
I was born in East House, Tenterden Road, Rolvenden on 2nd November 1938. My dad was about to join the RAF and I was born in my grandparents' home. There were large cellars below the house - very scarey. East House and West House are joined in the centre by a 'shop' which was the Post Office and telephone exchange in the 1920/30s. My mother, Molly Allsop, was one of the operators of the ...see more
As a choir boy I had many an annual treat at Great Yarmouth for the day. Had a wonderful vicar, Rev Cooling, commonly referred to as POP. He was a model train advocate and had a big lame Red Setter who bowled me over every time I went to the vicarage. Stump Hayward.
What a wonderful bridge it was going to be, a copy of Sydney Harbour bridge, it will take hours off the time going to Widnes, that's what they said, whoever they were. I sat on Halton Castle and watched through my Uncle Derrick's binoculars as they built it from both sides, it rose to meet in the middle, a great feet of engineering. I use it quite regular on my travels but it's overcrowded, in these days we could do with more bridges over the canal.
Here is the sand we called Ferry Hut. I don't know of any hut ever being there so how it got its name is a mystery to me, maybe someone will tell me some day, but sand castles and paddling and big ocean going ships I do remember, they was enormous with a tug on the bow and a tug on the stern, a fantastic sight, and waves to jump over, the sailors would wave and shout "Jagaraho" whatever that meant. Wwonderful days but the ...see more
I was born in 1966 and lived in the Red Lion. My dad and mum were married in 1961. My dad lived in the village all his life, moving to the Red Lion on his marriage. My dad was formerly of Temperance Hall, down the road from the village stores. Mum and Dad lived in the Red Lion in one room for several months before Dad had renovated it to be liveable. The Red Lion has a circular stair case which runs from the ...see more
I arrived in Doe Lea in June 1940 with other evacuees from Lowestoft, Suffolk. I lived in Doe Lea untill 1944. At first we were not accepted by the local children, eventually we mingled and became friends, since the war have been back many times and visited various friends. Sadly the village was razed to the ground and most of the villagers moved elsewhere. I strolled around this summer what is now called The Brambles ...see more
If you ever wondered what it was like before the shopping city, this picture says it all. This was it before the overspill. If you was to stand and take the same picture you would be somewhere around Castle Rise/Boston Avenue, a view lost forever.
Great times in Coatbridge Town Hall every Wednesday, we could dance to the Golden Crusaders and on a Saturday night to the Drumbeats. Oh happy days.