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Ffynnongroew was a place of happy childhoods, and the Garth Mill was a landmark. We could tell when the old watermill was working by the rate at which the Llinegr stream was running. We would play around the mill and in the woods behind, following the sticks we threw down the stream. The field adjacent to Llinegr farm was actually in the next parish. We called it 'Lordy's Field' because it was part of the ...see more
I moved to Glenboig from Moodiesburn, ten days before my tenth birthday. I was lucky to make friends easily and made some fantastic mates. Miners and steel workers were the life and soul of the village. I spent many years there, with a happy, innocent life. Religion aside, everything was so simple. Chopper bikes and rope swings up "Inchnie" were a source of many a summer holiday. Happy days....
At the age of fourteen I moved from Rhuthin to live with my gran, Ketura Roberts, who lived in one of the houses opposite the Castle Pub. The bus route was up Llysfaen Hill and past the Semaphore pub, this at the time had a butchers shop integrated with the pub, and was also the first pub in the area to serve Wrexham lager. On one of the visits to get meat for gran, that may I add was very occasional, I was invited being the ...see more
I worked in a racing stables in Manaton, we used to exercise up on the moor. 3 other girls were there too and it was great fun. The yard moved to Somerset after and I went with it, wonderful days. Hi Sam, Hi Brian.
My great-grandfather was Samuel Marlow and a publican at the time of his marriage in 1897. His father was William Marlow and my family tree research has led me to the White Hart in Eversley Cross where there were two succesive landlords of these names. I can't help wondering if one of these gents posing in the Francis Frith view of the pub might be one of the Marlow landlords!
Hey there, can anyone help me please. My mum is trying to find a small church in Ongar which comes off the Ongar Road, it's on the right hand side and it has a gravel lane, the church is at the end of the gravel lane with a field on the left hand side. I would be very grateful if anyone can help to offer me any information with regard to this. Many thanks. Sarah
Dad said 'We are going out for the day!'. I can't remember much about anything at age five/six. What I so remember is coal or slag just about everywhere and a small play area with a big metal slide, Masey (Gran) making me a cup of tea and cake, only small memories? Yes, but it was enought to bring me home 39 years later! You know that feeling, when something is right? Every time I cross that ...see more
My Great Grandpa Frederick Harvey was the beerhouse keeper who ran The Swan in George Street. Wish I could find some pictures of the pub (and my Grandpa, Arthur James Harvey, was born in the pub).
In the nineteenth century my Creasey family were tenant farmers at Gibbshaven Farm near Felbridge. Many of the family lived their entire lives in the area and the church was where they were baptised, married and buried. It is a beautiful area and many of the family pursued interests in farming, nursery gardening and coach making. My great great uncle Ernest Creasey ran a ...see more
My birth parents lived in number 51 Osborne Rd, glad I found a picture of the rd.
My memory of Lytchett Matravers is of the old school. It was a hundred years old in 1974 and everybody who attended the school at that time joined in the celebration. I was ten at the time and wrote a poem for my part in it all. Mrs Cox, the oldest woman in England at the time and resident of Lytchett Matravers recalled her memories as one of the first children to attend the school one hundred years today. ...see more
The van outside the shop is a Morris and it belonged to Mr Edwards from Cil Llwyn as he was the only one with a new van in that area in 1955, the Vron Farm had a Morris Cowley van the same colour, because when we went to Bibby's Feed in Denbigh he kept saying 'I should of bought one but it was too much money'. The gate in the near hedge was the entrance to the vicarage and had a great Pippin apple tree in the garden that we ...see more
This was my first school after I was fostered out at Cil Llwyn Farm in the 50s. Also the old station is in the photo, from where we caught the steam train to the secondary school in Denbigh, "Caledfryn yn rhos". I have lived in Luxor, Egypt for the past 4 years and am wrihting my autobiography of my childhood, great memories thanks to the photos. Tony PS I wonder if any of my old school chums are still about, ...see more
This picture with the distinctive lighthouse is of Kingston Beach, behind it and a little to the left was a church hall where the 5th Shoreham Scouts met. I believe it is demolished now......the church hall that is.
Having been a choirboy at the only church that I knew of actually in Southwick that being St Michaels and All Angels and this is not a photograph of that church, could this be in Kingston.
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I started my first job at 16 as a trainee food and wine waiter at the Percy Arms in 1960, and I lived in rooms above the hotel, in those days it was a first class restaurant. The head waiter was a guy called Bernard. The owner was a lady and she used to have dogs that would wander around the restaurant. I visited the hotel in 1987 and the hotel had change to a more casual fast food restaurant. I moved to Sydney, Australia ...see more
I've come across a set of 6 postcards that tell the tale of a young sailor who was murdered by 3 other sailors that he met up with in the, 'Red Lion' at Thursley. Apparently the other 3 sailors accompanied him up to 'the Hindhead Hills' and murdered him and dumped his body in the Punch Bowl. Is this a well known story in local folklore?
Ahhh, glorious Penmaenmawr where I have spent some lovely holidays. The sunsets over the bay to Puffin are really something to see, the Fairy Glen and Dwygyfylchi pubs to stay awhile and drink in the atmosphere. The walks along the beautiful sandy beach and surrounding countryside. We had a caravan there and spent so many happy times collecting shells, blackberries, walking down the many little lanes and ...see more
My name is David Jenkins. The photo of the village green 1931 is taken from the front of the house in which I lived. First time was during the world war 2. My father was working on constuction of a railway line from the Ordinance factory at Dinham. Looking for a place to stay, the village policeman suggested the owner of Harewood, the house on the green. He asked if his wife & son could also move from ...see more
I lived in Moira, Roughley about 1955. I was born in Moira in 1950. It was when the hospital was open, my dad was in the medical corp. I always remember Lady Mountbatten coming to the hospital, my younger sister was selected to present her with flowers. They were good days, I often go through Moira when I visit Ireland. I went to Moira school. I remember when they had Liptons, mum used to shop there. They were great days. I would love to have some old photos of the old hospital.
I lived in the second cottage in from about 1984-1990 when both my parents worked at King Edward's School, my mum as a nurse in the San and my dad as a plumber in the boiler houses. I had an idyllic childhood here and used to play in the woods opposite and climb trees in the fields behind. Is the school tuck shop still through the snicket behind the house? Is the pond my dad and brother dug still in the garden? Do ...see more
I was born in Llanhilleth during 1944, but the last time I visited the place of my birth was during 1979 when my mother and I stayed with my Auntie Ethel who lived on the Hafodorthan estate. On one occasion I looked out of her front living room window across the valley for forty-five minutes. Auntie Ethel could not understand this and remarked that there was nothing to see. I had to remind her that I had lived in London ...see more
The Rhaglen Cymdeithas Lenyddol is a Welsh Society who meet at the address shown below:- The Rhaglen Cymdeithas Lenyddol C/o Eglwys Bresbytaraidd Cymru 289 Lewisham Way Brockley London ENGLAND SE4 1XF Tel: (020) 8300 6415 - Gywndaf Evans (Hon. Sec) Email: Gwyndaf.sidcup@btinernet.com We meet at 2 pm prompt on the first three Tuesdays of the month from October till March inclusive. Visitors welcome!
I was born in my aunt's [Ciss Smith] house in Caefelin Street, Llanhilleth, during late 1944, early in the morning. At the same time a girl named Angela [Simpkins] was born in the house opposite at the same time. My Aunt Ciss was holding me up at the front upstairs window to show the family that I was born whilst Angela's relations was doing the same thing in reverse. One of my earliest memories was when I was aged ...see more
Sadly we see very few ships passing down the Manchester Ship Canal these days. When I was a kid I lived in Latchford not far from the locks. We used to spend many hours watching the ships pass through the locks on there way to Liverpool or Manchester. We were occasionally rewarded by a pack of cigarettes or sweets thrown by the crew to us kids. Happy days.
I remember as a youngster my mum and dad talking of the Queen's forthcoming visit to Warrington and how the statue of Oliver Cromwell was to be covered so as not to upset her. They eventually moved the statue to a less visible place and the side of the Academy.
I was born in Islington in 1968. When I was 12 we moved to New Southgate and I fell in love with the whole area instantly. New friends introduced me to Southgate and I was shown the Minchenden Oak for the first time. I was overwhelmed by the size and age of this beautiful tree surrounded by a bench to sit on and think. I attended Arnos School (now Broomfield) and used to, on occasion, sit daydreaming ...see more
I recently found a photograph of this chapel among some old family photos and have only today discovered its identity. For many years we were told as children that our grandfather John Davies (also known as Dadcu Ffynnon Lwyd) had been the master craftsman who did the interior wood work of a chapel in the Glanamman/ Brynamman area. The photograph has prompted me to investigate further as to whether this is 'Capel ...see more
I was born in the cottage in the courtyard, the youngest of three. My brother, Tony, sister Sheila, who now lives not too far away from Matlask, and have some wonderful memories of the Hall. Summer days seemed endless, building houses out of the hay bales in the fields, playing on the old tree stumps down by the pond, opening the gate for the delivery man from Rusts and getting a 'wagon wheel' as a ...see more
I've got such fond memories of my mum pushing me up and down Daccombe in the pram and putting me on the horses at Henry Fogwell's farm where she kept her horse Danny. There were a lot of horses down there at one time and everyone knew everyone, it was great. Hiding out in the hay loft I used to get away with a lot down there. Scrumping from the orchard across from Manor Farm and paying the bus drivers with fruit ...see more
I also remember Meadvale Garage as Stan and May were my grandparents. I spent a lot of time there as a small child. I also remember the local shops at Meadvale and my parents Bill and Heather also were landlord and landlady of "The Old Oak" public house in the 1970s. There was also another shop opposite the post office called "Berry's" (I think) and we used to buy sweets there on the way back from school, St John's, we used to walk to and from school through an alley way.
As far as I was concerned, at the tender age of eleven, I belonged to a Norfolk family having only known Gorleston, Great Yarmouth, my birthplace. The untitled photograph of Hyde End House that hung in my grandfather's hall was an enigma and so intrigued my mother that she had to find out its relevence and where it was. After giving my grandfather a grilling, it transpired that this was our family's old ...see more
My mother's family came from Builth, many from Builth Road, with several of the men working on the railway which was just beyond the front garden (they had a little house in Railway Terrace). I remember being taken to visit older relatives of the Bebb family, and in particular Auntie Beattie letting us try her home made wines - cowslip, rhubarb and others. Then out to watch the steam trains ...see more
This building, now a museum was in the 1940s the home of a famous old Andover gentleman Mr A C Bennett. He wrote a book about Andover St Mary's Church and played the organ in the church. He was also my piano teacher at 2 shillings a lesson(10p) and I don't think anyone tried his great patience more than I did. I remember well as a lad of 11 years walking up to that, what seemed, huge door and banging ...see more
hey there I wondered if anyone can help me I grew up in Barkingside and remember lots about it but my mum and brother were having a conversation about Barkingside high street the other day and they couldnt remember the name of the fishmongers/butchers one side of the shop was fishmongers the other a butchers my mum thinks it wasn't far from Boots the chemist and rossi bros I wonder if anyone could help answer ...see more
Hi Alan, I can confirm that there was a military airodrome at Watchfield. I remember watching from a distance as learner paras jumped from a baloon basket. The baloon was let up to a great height and the men in the basket jumped out one by one. Tony Stayne
The photo shows a rowing boat which probably belonged to my great grandfather "Busky Tripp" who ferried people across the river at the nearby staithe. He also rowed to Lowestoft fish market and back nearly every day with a load of vegetables from his market garden. He would bring back fish to sell in the village. His daughter Marnie Tripp was organist in the church for many years.
This is my Grandfather Joseph Smith and my two Great Aunts, Kathleen and Josephine. He was about 12 in this picture. They lived yards from where this was taken in the lodge at Arundel Park gates. My great Grandfather, William, was a groom to the then Duke of Norfolk (Henry) and Great Granmother, Kate, was a domestic. I have spent many happy times in Arundel and continue to visit.
Wonderful memories of Saturday morning pictures - we would all line up outside the Majestic Picture House as it was called and monitors would walk up and down the line to make sure we were not too noisy and kept us in our place, for sixpence we would see cartoons and a feature film, cowboys or my favourite Flash Gordon, always a cliff hanger ending that brought you back the following week to see if he made it, ...see more
This picture brings back childhood memories of the 1940s. Behind the wall on the left was a Quaker burial ground, a small grassy area on which one was free to stand upon.Opposite the wall were thatched cottages which were destroyed by fire later in the same decade I believe. A friend of both me and my sister was living in one of the cottages at the time.
Hello again. I don`t know when Grandad Lack was born. I have no contakt with any of the Lack family because my mother remarried after my father Eric Lack died. Let me know if you find a link between the Lacks Anna Stearn
Mum remembers going across Parsons Green durig the war and the air raid had gone off, then she heard a doodlebug above her, she ran into the gents toilets and heard it land somewhere near, she never been that frightened since. Mum and Dad both lived next door to each other in Broughton Road, Fulham, they were big houses, one family lived on top floor, another downstairs. I remember having to go through ...see more
Our family (from Bradford) would rent one of the chalets on the cliff top at the end of Cliff Road, 2nd in on the left I think. Me and my 2 sisters would walk down to the farm at the end of the road for fresh milk. Each year the garden got smaller as the cliff collapsed. We had the WW2 pillboxes on the beach to play in. RAF planes would have target practice over the sea. The yearly trip into Bridlington for a trip on the Yokshire Belle or the Boys Own round to Flamborough Head.
our family ( from Bradford ) , me and 2 sisters rented one of the chalets at the end of cliff road in the mid fifty's I think it was 2nd from left in on the cliff top .Can remember the garden getting shorter as the cliffs collapased each year. pill boxes onthe beach to play in and trips down to the farm at the end of Cliff road for fresh milk. The RAF used to fly targets over the sea for planes to fire at. Trips into ...see more
My Great, Great, Grand parents William & Jane Kay came from Congleton Cheshire. They were married 20-February 1865 in St Peters Church Congleton (marriage certificate) Witnesses were John Frost and Ann Braithwaite, Married by John Hughes if I have read the spelling correct. William was born in 1820 Leigh, Lancashire and Jane Kay nee Astle was born 1844 Aston Derby. They had 7 children. William B ...see more
beyond is Cudden Point proper, here is the "Oratory" and a plaque with the inscription "WE HAVE A BVILDING OF GOD, AN HOVSE NOT MADE WITH HANDS, ETERNAL IN THE HEAVENS WHERE THE SPIRIT OF THE, LORD IS THERE IS LIBERTY" In front is Pisky Cove
Looking from Prussia Cove (Prussia Cove is the area, not an actual cove) towards Kennegy. Tin mine workings exposed on beach and on cliffs above. Kerrier DC (it's just on the border of Kerrier and Penwith DCs) have replaced the rope we abseiled down with stainless steel steps and ladder, but it's no easier to get down!
That was 2008, since then they've had to remove ladder (health & safety!) so access to sandy beach is only by climbing over rocks, not possible at high tide!
You say you have no photos of Rattray--the photo of Blairgowrie is TAKEN FROM the Blairgowrie side, but is of the Rattray bank of the Ericht, with the prominent spire of the Methodist Church which is over the bridge in Rattray. Just a wee point! John
Porthenalls on left, Lutyens-like house built early 1900s by family, butler/houseman's house on right, all holiday lets now. See Prussia Cove web site
called Bessy's Cove by the Carters, is there a story about Bessy saving one of their children?
Built 1900s, now holiday lets or (big) weddings. The island is Enys (which is Cornish for island!).
Built right on the smuggling cove to stop the smugglers, they predate nearby Porthenalls which was only built c1900, bought by the T_B estate in the 1980s(?), now holiday lets.
School on left, Westgate wasn't the only school but it is the only one I never went to. Below was the Primary and Junior, this was the Senior till 1953 when Haymill was built. Whilst building it was Junior but when finished became Senior and me and my bro changed places, this became Junior! Confused? It's a wonder I gotta education, I'd already been to Weston House when it was new (Grandads backed onto it, he'd been gardener at the old Weston House)
We were'nt the only family in Cippenham! Bro Pete married Annie Shears who lived in one of those houses next to the pub.
There are 3 Hills on the memorial, but they're only dad's cousins, his father and 2 uncles came back from the trenches. Grandad (another Bill Hill, like dad) was always in the Legion and Gt Uncle Harry (who lived in Chalvey with his sis, Ethel) carried the flag on Remembrance Day. Funny how different generations used different pubs, my grandparents the Kings Head, uncles The Swan and our generation the Barleycorn. ...see more
There was a Twinch, Henry I think, owner of Cippenham MANOR (not Court farm which was nearby) and this was his shortcut, originally. This pic is taken from the footbridge put up for the Girls High School to cross the road to get their buses. The school was sold in the 1960s for housing and retail park, I think Wickes are still there. The bridge was removed in the 1980s? Twinches Lane is on the left, the linked traffic ...see more
We lived in Uxbridge from 1968 when we married to 1993, we still have the book and remember Mrs Peddles shop on LHS, would you believe the old Police Station is now a bar?
We went to church here, until we moved to Cornwall, Jen and Rob were christened by lovely Norman Chalk and Peter Grimes ran the Sunday School. The kids bought me a watercolour of the church by Emilia Saunders, it hangs in our bedroom.
This photograph is of the entrance to the Slough Trading Estate at Cippenham, taken from in front of the Berlei factory.
I have been researching my family tree and it seems that my great-great-grandfather was born in St Breward, Camelford. His name was William J Burnard. His mother was called Ann and his father's name was James. He also had a brother called Thomas. My hope is that someone will be able to tell me more and whether there are any relatives still living in the area. I was in Camelford recently and I must say it's a lovely place. Please contact me if you have any information.
When my family arrived in England from the US we went straight to our home which was located in Burwell. While my parents went to buy groceries for the kids we were able to start meeting our new playmates in the area. This was my first expereince with the difference in our english language. To this day I still get a laugh remembering when a young girl was leaving she said "Cheerio" and I thought to my self why is she talking about a cereal.
I have a family history interest in this photo. One of my ancestors married Alice Fulthorpe in 1441. I also have some of the Fulthorpe tree back to Alan 1197.
My name is Andy Pearce and I was born in New Haw in 1952. I went to Grange School in 1957.
Names I remember are Jenkins, Wright, Hatch, Swanton, Gill, Watts. Many more faces than surnames.Was a paperboy at Flanagans on Woodham Road and belonged to the Cubs that met at Grange School and the Scouts that had an old Nissan hut down by the canal, next to the rec. Friends were Richard Jenkins, Olivia Philipson, ...see more
I lived near here, we are looking the other way to the other pic, Dorothy Mutton's Post Office is in the distance. On the right is the elm hedge and bank which bordered the (dry) gravel pit where we played. It was wonderful! A dump for surplus council materials from which we could build camps. The best were the Anderson shelter bits, 1,000's of them! We made long "ghost trains" standing the curved sheets on edge and ...see more
Uncle Phil managed this branch of Hartwells garage after managing the one on the Bath Road next to the White Horse. Before that it had been the site of Rogers (?) watermill, the millpond stretching behind up towards Haymill school and the water passing beneath the railway to Cippenham brook. In the 50's my bro got into the mill via the brook under the railway! The mill wheel was saved (?) for a while it ...see more
This is beside the green where rival gangs of kids built and guarded their bonfires on Nov 5th, up on the corner is dads school (the museum has his report card) it was a pig farm when I was a kid! Next to it was the tin tabernacle and oppsite a bungalow where a chap had the key to the sluice to flood the rough part of the green for skating during the winter, in dad's time. Behind the photgraper was (Gt) Aunt Flo's house and behind that Gregory's plum orchard, great scrumping!
Two of my friends i(Bob and Tony) n our Manchester University Hall of Residence were both train buffs and motorcyclists so one early summer weekend in 1967 we rode our bikes on a Friday evening down the "East Lancs Road" to Liverpool where we caught an overnight ferry to Douglas. I remember very fondy a breakfast of Manx kippers and whisky on the boat! We docked at Douglas and looked around before ...see more
I lived at Lucton in the late 1960s and remember buying sweets from the shop. I vaguely remember a young girl staying there who we played with in the meadow. The Buttons Sandra mentions are probably the BUFTONS.
Granddad helped to build Landreath Place, mum and her family moved into number 55, where both grandparents lived till they died. Also there was other family living in this street, my great grandfather John Renowden, my great Aunt Elsie Renowden, great Uncle Les great Aunty Gladys, great uncle Sid Bishop. all sadly passed away.Landreath today looks almost the same except the speed humps, miss the little sweet shop, ...see more
It seems to be a wet summer this year but at long last a day when it wasn't actuially raining at breakfast time! We set off from our home in Tiverton to give granddaughter Anna a day at the seaside. The recent stormy weather and high tides have scoured away a tremendous amout of the sandy beach at Dawlish Warren but we still found a pleasant patch of shingle and sand to have our picnic. ...see more
I was christened at St Blazey Church, 24/12/1955, I was 2 months old, my mum is Patricia Nee Renowden, we were visiting my grandparents Hilda and Tom Renowden, after they had me christened, they filled the bottom of my pram with drink from the Cornish Arms next door to the Church,
I was born in 1948 and we moved to Irwell Vale (Bowker Street) in 1949. We moved again onto Hardsough Terrace when I was five years old. I lived and worked in Irwell Vale until 1972. The village had a Co-op, a Methodist Church and chip shop/grocer’s shop (owned by the McDowell family), which was on the corner of Bowker Street. The shops were used by the villagers, as in those days not many people ...see more
When this photo was taken my grandfather Horace Smart was running this shop. I was living in the flat above the shop with my parents and brother Ralph. We enjoyed living here and having the whole of the valley to play in, in the winter when only the residents lived here when all the tourists had gone home.
This view is EXACTLY the spot where the dancers and musicians of Dartington Morris and their guests Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers performed in August 2008. It was a lovely warm August evening and a crowd of villagers and holidaymakers gathered for the dance performance at 8pm. I recall there is now a plaque on the front wall of the Inn inviting ...see more
This is the spot where the dancers and musicians of Dartington Morris and their guests Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers performed in August 2008. The view shows some villge women sitting on a low terrace where a crowd had gathered for the dance performance just recently! I recall there is now a plaque on the front wall of the Inn inviting people to try the village stocks although ...see more
I was born in Hereford in 1952 to Roland S G Hodges and Doreen his wife. I have fond memories of Kings Caple and Fawley. My grandmother ran the village post office for nearly 40 years right up to decimalization. She ran her Post Office from an old wooden greenhouse in the garden at Bridge House, Fawley and used to trundle up and down the garden path from the house a good fifty feet away and unlock door to serve ...see more
I was born in Quarry Hill Flats, it brings back a lot of memories.
I lived in Upper Heyford from 1946 until 1965 when I was married in a double ceremony with my twin sister at St Mary's Church. I moved to Bicester. My sister who married an American from the base moved to the U.S.A. a year later. My family, Walton, lived at 18 High Street, the thatched cottages. Later we moved to 1 Rising Hill. The cottages were nicknamed Bunny Row as everyone kept ...see more
In 1948 or thereabouts my mother went into hospital and I came to Bourne and attended the Primary School. We had a rhyme: "please Miss Fenney can you spare a penny to buy Miss Vickers a new pair of nickers" Mss Dent was the Head, and every school day began with "Good morning Miss Dent, good morning teachers". A railway line ran outside the classroom and every time a train went by I wondered if my Dad was ...see more