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I saw this photo and recalled how little the view had changed from the 1920s into the 1960s and early 1970s. There was a place called Paddy's Heaven which was a few old cottages at the end of Commonwealth Rd, this is where my mum and dad lived when I was born, it was demolished sometime in the 1960s. Although I don't really recall the cottage myself I do remember playing on the spot after they were gone and ...see more
My father, Gerald Blockley, originally from Derby, had just completed a degree in History from Unversity College, London and was appointed to teach at Bruce Grove School in Tottenham in 1939. He was evacuated with a lot of the children to Abbots Ripton in the autumn of 1939. He managed to find lodgings for all the children but none for himself, so the owner of the Manor House took pity on him ...see more
"All buses going to Pinner in the 1950's had the destination "Pinner Red Lion" as there was an old pub of that name on the corner of Love Lane and Bridge Street." That old pub was where my grandmother was raised. Both my great grandfather and great-great grandfather were licensees of the Red Lion.
My brother and I attended the Convent as boarders from 1958 to 1961 after the death of our mother. We were pretty traumatised on our first day there but were gently looked after by the wonderful Sister Edith. I later remember serving at her funeral. The discipline could be quite harsh at times and I do recall the infants being forced to eat there own vomit at breakfast. Not being allowed to go to ...see more
My memory of Farnborough was of the hospital, a wonderful old pub and the local cricket ground. Our first child was born in Farnborough Hospital. While my wife was in the hospital I was playing cricket for St. Mary Cray C.C. against the local village team. At one point in the match I left to visit my wife. On arriving I asked how she was. Back then they only had two answers to that question. ...see more
The lad leaning on the wall was John Cook, whose father was a policeman in NP, the guy to the left in the dark suite is me and the lad sitting on the pillar (to the right) was David Ashworth son of Major Ashworth who lived in Silver Street.
My great-grandmother's family were farmers in Worth, and nearby Copthorne and Charlwood in the mid-nineteenth century. Great-grandma was Eliza Creasey and she married great-grandad George Allen in the chapel at Copthorne in 1870. I have not yet been able to visit Worth but the modern maps make it hard to believe there may once have been farms here! It is lovely to look at the old photos on ...see more
Fred took Allan fishing some time in the 1950's, when Allan was in his twenties. He had just married Norah (Nina) - (her mother used to call her No). Allan remembers wading out in Fred's waders and standing in The River Wye until the moon came up. Then Nina came and called him in. There was a shed, where they kept tea and a kettle, and when they went down, they would have tea. Alli always forgot time when he was ...see more
When I was about 12 years old, with feet as thick as young, strong leather, my father, who was a pilot (Allan Dyson) and Nina (my mum, Nina actually) took us all from our home on a plot of land in Halfway House in the Transvaal (some distance from a town or city) to Glasbury on Wye. There, in the blacksmith's house, the farrier was beating iron. We stood to watch and then the farrier asked 'What's burning?'. We all ...see more
I was evacuated to Tintinhull during the war years, and remember getting off the train at Pen Mill Station with my gas mask case, and waiting for someone to look after us. I was lucky, there was a Mr and Mrs Lye took me to their home in Montacute Road facing what used to be an allotment where Mr Lye used to garden. I spent many years with them, a few little thing stick in my mind. Going to the glove factory to ...see more
We have just read Anthony McKays memories of Barningham Hall. After they left my husbands family, also McKays, how about that for coincidence, moved in also as driver to Sir Charles. My husband Terry was nine at the time and lived there until he was fifteen. His memories are exactley the same, and we have photographs of all the Mot Radcliffe family. We called in to see Lady Mott Ratcliffe about ten years ...see more
As a kid this is where I cycled to from my home in Windy Ridge, Skaigh Lane, Belstone to save my pocket money - I knew I would never be a millionaire but I achieved my target of having a thousand pounds by my 18th birthday and I remember making the deposit at Belstone Post Office not long after my 17th birthday - I have very fond memories of Belstone as a child. Paul Starkey
I was a young trainee chef at the then posh Pattisons Restaurant, Corporation Street, after national service in the far east. Who remembers the Worcester Street restaurant with then Mrs Burgess, today's site the Rotunda. I cooked a lot of meals here then the Mikado Cafe at the top of Martinu Street, then the now closed Union Club in Colmore Row. I cooked for some very important people during my stay in this lovely building, now a building society.
As a Chichester High School girl who lived in Yapton, I used to change from the 65 bus at Barnham and catch the Chichester train in the morning, and vice versa in the afternoon. The 20-minute bus wait at Barnham around four pm was incredibly boring, so I used to sit on the seat outside the pub opposite the station. If it was raining, I'd wait inside the railway station ticket office. I'll ...see more
I was born in Denbigh Infirmary in January 1944. My father, Emlyn, was in the army at the time, he was the son of Abel Jackson, a local decorator. My mother came from Huddersfield. They married Boxing Day 1942. My GGF was Daniel who came from Glasgow. He worked at Coppy Farm, Henllan Road. Daniel married twice, his second wife was the cook at the Hawk & Buckle and he helped serve beer to those who bet on the cock fights. The cock pit is now at the Folk Museum in Cardiff.
My great great grandfather was the Vicar or St. Peter and St. Paul. Please see http://www.robertsewell.ca/sewell.html#gen9 for further details. I suspect his remains were interred in the churchyard of St. Peter and St. Paul. Does anyone have any knowledge of this or perhaps a photo of a headstone?
When I was born, Basildon was not built. I was born in Pitsea, when it was all country side. Although my mum took me back to London after the war, I returned to Pitsea often to stay with my grandparents. It was the happiest time of my life, the freedom of walking across the fields and buying fresh eggs and getting the old noisy bus to Pitsea market on a Wednesday. We got the water from the well outside the back door, ...see more
I was lucky enough to pass the 11+ and attend the Ramsey Abbey Grammar School, What a picturesque place to be educated, although 11 year old children did not necessarily appreciate it. Going into the main building always seemed to make one stand up straighter and keep voices quieter (oh for such an atmosphere in modern schools!!). All teachers wore their black gowns and on speech days and other special days most wore their graduation gowns, often trimmed with fur.
My parents lived in one of the double houses in Grange Road from the early 1970s till the late 1980s, while my aunt lived in one of the singles in Rectory Lane from the 1960s until her death in the early 1990s. I was at the old primary school in the 1960s and we often had "gym" classes in the village hall, I remember the paintings were enormous to a small child. Jumble sales were always good ...see more
Marrick eh!! Well I lived there 18 years. Had some good times. My dad was a farmer, John Metcalfe. We lived at Graham House. I got married in 1988 and left for the better life not!! I'd give anything to live in there again with my children. Have loads of memories, way too many to list. I do wonder who still lives there I'd know. Anyone wants to get in touch, email me sharonmetcalfe@hotmail.co.uk
Visited church and local area to see for myself where my ancesters lived over one hundred years ago. They were Robert Gibson and his son, also called Robert, both of them farmers. I first discovered Howgill and Sedbergh back in 2002 and was amazed by its beauty and peacefulness. This area has made a lasting impression on me that I shall never forget and I will always regard Howgill as my special place.
I have always been interested in trains, and Shillingstone Station gives me some great memories. I did not enjoy the best of health when I was young so spent a lot of my childhood down at the station, even on days when my asthma was bad, in the summer months when the line was busy I would take an old camp bed down and sleep in the signal box. When the last down train to Bournemouth had gone at 9.30 the ...see more
The Maritime Radio service of the Post Office had medium wave radio stations at Wick (Caithness) and Port Patrick (Dumfries & Galloway). As the Minches were a very busy area for fishermen from Fleetwood and Milford Haven, it was decided to put a medium wave station in between and the initial site chosen was the airfield at North Connel. The first station was situated in a caravan. The staff were ...see more
London born, married a Yorkshire Rose, bought a house, semi-detached, corner of Cargo Fleet Lane/Bournemouth Avenue. 2 children born there (so they could play for Yorkshire, so my wife Margaret says). Many happy memories of walks to Stewart Park, going to the Fountain pub on a Sunday for a pint, walking everwhere. My mother Peggy Pinchin (now deceased) lived around the corner at Woburn Grove. Left to emigrate to ...see more
I was born in at 72 Bowes Rd on 7th Jan 1940, after being bombed out we moved to 72 Bowes Rd and then to 62l Ulleswater Rd and then to 14 Eaton Park Road. My earliest memories start from when I was on the pot - not the smoking kind, that came later - and when I could not reach the door handles. My brother, who could, had great fun annoying me and then running out the door and shutting it knowing I couldn't follow. In ...see more
My friend and I spent a very enjoyable holiday in Carbost this year - pity there are no old photos of the place. We stayed in the Old Inn, and later on in the Langal guesthouse, as the Old Inn was booked out. We visited the Talisker Distillery and learned how whisky is distilled, which was very interesting. We were able to enjoy the products of the distillery in the Old Inn, where we ...see more
My childhood memories go to Ballyclare, Blackhead, Carrickfergus and last but not least, dear Whitehead. My late mother came from Whitehead, and as children, my sister and I often had wonderful holidays with relations, exploring the town and surroundings, especially walking to Blackhead up and around back to Whitehead..one time, many years later, my cousin who lived in Whitehead, said, will you take her for a walk, walk her ...see more
We lived in Preston, Lancashire from 1944 to 1956 and often came here for the day on the bus. My mother preferred Lytham to Blackpool and we spent happy hours on the sands. This picture, taken before the 1st World War, is a view which my father would have seen when he came here as a child - I have a couple of photos of him on the sands with his mother and sister. I can't remember a pier - ...see more
Between the years 1944 and 1956 my family and I lived in Preston, Lancashire and from there it was only a short ride on the train or bus to Blackpool, where we spent many happy days. This photo shows the sands and the wooden steps up to the promenade as I remember them. My mother preferred to go to Lytham, where it was quieter and more select, but there was far more to do at ...see more
One of my family used to own the Blacksmiths Arms many years ago, If anyone is at all interested please let me know and I will dig out who it was and when??
My great-grandfather Ted Allan used to be the tailor at the little shop right next to the grocery shop on this photo. We used to travel up to Cloughton every Bank Holiday from the Midlands in a car just like the one in the photo.... I wonder if this was our car??? I also have lots of memories of visiting my great-grandad Isaac Sanderson and his daughter Laura Lazenby on my father's side. I visit Cloughton and ...see more
This is a front view of the Elmhurst Hotel, which stood - or stands? - in Cabbell Road, where my family and I stayed for two weeks in August 1958. I wonder if the building is still a hotel? I took a similar photo, which is in my album for that year. I also have two group photos of all the folk who were staying in the hotel at the same time as my family and I.
My family and I stayed in the Elmhurst Hotel, Cromer for two weeks during August 1958. My brother and I made several coach excursions from Cromer - to Yarmouth, Lowestoft, Sandringham, King's Lynn and Ely. I went alone to Sheringham by train - the trains were still running then! - and found a most interesting book - which I still have - in a secondhand bookshop. I remember the beach there was most peculiar - ...see more
I was placed in an orphanage on 13th October 1943 together with my elder brother Brian. My father had died on the infamous Siam (Thailand) Railway as a forced labour navvy. He was a regular soldier and had already been rescued from the beaches of Dunkirk - May 1940. By early part of 1944 my younger brother Peter also joined us at Spurgeon's Orpanage a home for Mother or Fatherless Children - a home ...see more
Seeing this picture of the Spithead Hotel has taken me back to my childhood in Bembridge. I have very happy memories playing with my friend Carola who was the owner's daughter. We would play for hours in this hotel making up endless games, hiding in all the rooms and having great fun although sometimes it was a bit spooky out of season when we had the whole hotel to our selves. Happy days.
I used to live in the village of TYTHBY, spelled with a Y and not an I. I did not even know that there was another village close by with a similar name. But I have checked on the computer and there it is, not too far away in the general direction of Langar. But I do not think there ever was a village in that place during my time at Tythby, perhaps someone knows different. I remember the then vicar, Mr. Evans, telling ...see more
My father was a member of the Conservative Club pictured here, and I fondly remember going down to the club to have a bag of crisps and an orange juice while waiting for him to finish meetings inside. I used to sit in the hallway (you can see the entrance to it as the arch) and remember there was a beautiful grandfather clock on the first floor landing which I used to go and admire. I have now ...see more
WE were married in July 1966. As I was stationed at Middle Wallop, after our honeymoon in London we caught the train to Andover and stayed for 2 nights at the White Hart (is that the name? Opposite the old bus station near the canal and post office). We hired a flat on Weyhill Road and decided we must have a washing machine, so with great reluctance bought one on HP - sinful in those days) at a place opposite ...see more
My Huxley ancestors came to Clent from Ribbesford in 17C and married into the Waldron family who it seems had been there almost forever! Always interested to hear from any distant relatives.
You may like to check out the Ridware History society site - www.kmaone.com/rhs -which has much about the history and photographs of the Ridwares in Staffordshire
I spent so many happy summer holidays in Great Barton, and in particular Conyers Green where my Aunt Norah Lovelace lived in a cottage next to the old chapel building. I cycled often to the village store/post office, and to my friend's parent's farm up the lane at the side of the cottage, their name was Rolfe and we had many lovely Sunday lunches there, going to Sunday school afterward. There was no great ...see more
This view is EXACTLY as I remember this lovely village where the scouts from Hatch End spent a two week summer camp in 1957. Although I no longer recall the name of the particular farm where we set up camp, I do remember our troop carrying out a good turn for the farmer. We were asked to demolish one of the ruined outbuildings and a month or so later we received an impressive ...see more
I remember Sat morning club had a great time :-) Allan Stevens
Each August huge numbers of dancers and musicians head to Sidmouth for the annual folk festival - a week long event which celebrates our national heritage of music, dance and song. This year I was able to play my piano accordian at the festival for the first time for many years as our local morris side - the Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers from Combeinteignhead - ...see more
One summer evening in July I met my music and dancing friends on the promenade at Teignmouth to play my piano accordian for the Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers. It was a cool but dry evening with few holidaymakers about but as soon as the dancers began their entertainment it took only a few minutes for the promenaders to stop to watch and gradually form a crowd around ...see more
My grandparents lived in the old rectory which was a few hundred yards from the Beckford Arms. I spent many happy holidays there with my cousins. We had wonderful Christmases, lots of snow and in the better weather long bike rides. Idyllic days. Shopping in Tisbury, and going to Wardour Castle, also my grandfather liked to go to Scats.
I think that is the name of the pub/hotel on the right hand side not far from the entrance gate to the Abbey. I used to stay there as a child with my mum & dad. My dad met the licencee Harry (Allman?) in the second world war. It was a long journey to Crowland from East London pre-1960. I have fond memories of the late parties we had and how when they had had enough of us kids they would tell us about a ghost called ...see more
Our family stayed in a caravan on Mrs Botts farm Tyn-y-Cae every other year during the 1940s-1950s. It usually rained for most of the holiday but it was father's rule that we (himself, my older sister and myself) climbed the mountain behind the farm and mother would wave a tablecloth from the field once we had reached the top, which took quite a while when you are only 4 or 5 years old. We did this every holiday ...see more
It must have been around the late 1960s, early 1970s when my sister and I used to ride our ponies down to Avoncliff. We lived a short distance away in Upper Westwood and our mother liked us to ride along the tow path as it kept us away from the roads and any traffic that may spook our ponies. Avoncliff was a favourite place - at that time the aqueduct was dry and instead of going down and under the bridge ...see more
I lived in Danemore Lane just a few yards from Anglefield Corner from 1939 until I was married in 1961. I remember having to wait for ages to cross the road at weekends because there was so much traffic. As my father was a special constable he would be on duty to direct the traffic at weekends.
I can remember walking from the village school to Gibbs stores with my mother so that she could place her weekly grocery order and pay for the last week's delivery. She did this on a Monday and the goods were delivered on a Friday.
I was married at Blindley Heath Church in June 1961, it was a lovely warm sunny day. We had our reception at the Red Barn, it was superb and it only cost 7 shillings and sixpence a head. Those were the days.
We were very lucky to grow up in Stone at a time when we could hang out all day with our friends enjoying the joys of the river at Eythrope, sipping cool water from the Egyptian Springs, or swinging on a rope over the dip in Bluebell Woods, there was always someone to play with and just chat about nothing. Idyllic days!
The church was the Presbyterian and the fruit and veg shop also sold fish (Tommy Jones, fish). There was a furniture shop (Flackets) On the corner of Ledsham was Miss (although a Mrs.) Locket’s. Over Ledsham past the bank I remember a real estate agent and of course Williams the Carlton with their wonderful cakes. There was something before Finefare but I don’t remember what (furniture?). Tommy Hind the ...see more
Oct.1968 - April 1969 I remember stepping off the Ferry in Belfast from England and meeting my father with my luggage at hand. After loading my suitcases in his car. He treated me to my first Belfast breakfast and I must say it was the best I have ever tasted. We then headed out of Belfast to the coast to the final destination. In the village I was introduced to the Palmers at their boatyard. We ...see more
I remember walking during the 1950s, from where I used to live in Goldthorpe, up the hill to Hickleton, as far as the church to view the three skulls within the wall of the lych-gate... "Today for me, tomorrow for thee" was the chilling message around the window where they were set. Unfortunately they were stolen some years ago. I am not sure if they have now been replaced; I think there was problem in obtaining ...see more
This house I lived in when I was young, from 1933 untill 1954, but I now live in Devon near Exeter. I went to Rettendon School, and then to Wickford Senior School. Everybody knew me as Jerry Smith, it was a nickname, I used to go about with a local agricultural contractor, Mr Ranson who lives at Hillberry, in the village of East Hanningfield, he had bulldozers and tractors and did a lot of work for farmers.
My father used to be the Officer in Charge here when it was an old people's home - we used to live in the cottage just before the dovecote. When we lived there Kath and Ian used to live in the Upper Lodge which was directly on the entrance to the road to Breakspear House. I have very few 'photos of Breakspear House as I lived here from the ages of 7 to 13. I have very happy memories of my time there.
My father was policeman in Grindleford from 1952 to 1956, I was almost 5 years old when we moved there and my sister was 10 years old. We lived in the first red brick house on the hill going out of the village to Eyam. I went to the village school and was in the G.F.S., I can't remember the lady who was our leader but I remember how kind she was. My mother received a commendation for manning the ...see more
My great-grandfather was the bootmaker who worked from the shop in Moulsham Street in the late 1890s. His name was Leonard Orrin and he married Annie Caple in 1901. I believe the shop was owned by his father and mother, Thomas and Eliza. They lived at 123 Moulsham Street, Chelmsford. He and Annie went on to have 11 children, one of whom was my grandmother.
I was born in Station Rd, went to school there, went to Empire picture house Sat mat.
My father was employed as the farm foreman at Park Farm, Kettlethorpe for several years up until his death in 1960. We lived in the farmhouse down a lane about half a mile from the A57 main road. I went to school at Saxilby, my younger sisters to Newton on Trent. I must have been about 12 years old when we moved there and left at 18 when we had to leave our tied cottage on Dad's death and we moved to ...see more
My Great Great Grandfather David was Gamekeeper/River Bailiff (to the Duke of Devonshire) during the above years. He and his wife Sarah Wiseman and their children lived in Lath Kiln Cottage for many years.
This picture of High Street is very dear to me because it is how I remembered it when I was a boy in the 1940s & 50s. In 1955 I was called up to do my national sevice and was posted abroard, when I returned, to my horror, the church in the foreground had been demolished.
When I was a child my friend and I used to go and stay with a cousin of my mother's and I'm quite sure this was at Little Billing. The name of the people was Gray and the lady's name was Gladys, (called Glad) and I have a photograph of her wedding. The man's may have been Bill, but I'm not sure.They lived on a farm that was near the Sewage Works and just down the road from a canal. I remember that there ...see more
I atended primary school in Walsham from 1953 to 1955, my father was stationed at Shepards Grove. We lived in West House about a mile out of town toward Bury St Edmonds. I enjoyed my time in school there. My wife and I made a trip back to places I lived at and we went through Walsham and I remembered most of the places. I remember catching sticklebacks in the stream by the school. Going to the crash ...see more
I was born in at 72 Bowes Rd on 7th Jan 1940, after being bombed out we moved to 72 Bowes Rd and then to 62 Ulleswater Rd and then to 14 Eaton Park Road. My earliest memories start from when I was on the pot - not the smoking kind, that came later - and when I could not reach the door handles. My brother, who could, had great fun annoying me and then running out the door and shutting it knowing I couldn't follow. In ...see more
I was born in Palmers Green in Jan 1940 and lived at 18 Farndale Ave. from 1948-1960. I went to Winchmore Hill Secondary Modern from 1951-1953. I remember the Capitol Cinema and the Saturday morning film club which was a part of most kids' lives at the time. It was either the Capitol or the Palmadium depending what was on. Sometimes there would be the usual Cowboy and Indian stuff or films about German spies, which ...see more
The old photographs helped me remember some lovely memories of when I was a very young child, when it was a daily routine walking past the old brick works to go to Eye school, I believe that just past the brick works (obviously depending on which way you were walking) there was a bridge that went over the old railway. My father Sid Earnshaw knew Bill Oliver who worked at the site and his brother Ray, sadly my father is ...see more
I was a 16 year old boy and lived with my family on a hillside opposite Tunstead quarry known as The Lees. Every Sunday morning I would pick up the papers (News of the World , People etc) on my bicycle from the post office in Peak Dale, sort them out into household lots and then ride the path through to the bottom of Wormhill and deliver them to the individual houses and farms finishing at a Mansion type house with a High ...see more
My great grandfather, George Jarvis, served on HMS Impregnable in Devonport according to the 1891 census at the age of 16. He went on to become a petty officer in the Navy.
I went to the St Vincent's Convent as a boarder for a couple of years. Some of the photos I have seen I do recall. I now live in Australia and wonder what happen to the school and the convent. The School was St Francis of Xavier.
I remember going to Bell Street around 1967/8 to see Michael Aspel open "Key Markets" which was a supermarket of sorts, and would be on the left-hand-side of this picture (I think either next door to the Co-op, or may have occupied the same space for a while until it closed down. Also Foryan's (not sure of the spelling) bicycle and toy shop on the other side of the road (now the cancer charity shop). The old chap who ...see more
I lived in Kingskerswell from August 1963 to July 1974, first in Lyndhurst Avenue and then in Weavers Way.
It was either 1939 or 1940 when we moved into Holly Cottage, I was two years old, there was a thatched roof and it had been two houses semi det, very primitive, dirt flooring, with a huge stone and I really mean big - THE STONE COULD NOT BE MOVED we were told, as many people had tried in the past. As the house was over 400 years old we decided to live with it, and my Dad [Erny Burton] tiled around ...see more
My father was born in Swanley, in 1917, he was one of 5 boys & 3 girls. Sadly there is only Aunty Jean left, but she and her husband still live in Swanley. Their father, Alf, was doorman at the Swanley Working Mens Club for 50 years. My father married a girl from Birmingham, my mother, and it was in B'ham that I & my siblings grew up. I remember trips to Swanley as a young lad, which during the war years was ...see more
My nan and grandfathey lived in the house directly opposite the Town hall. There was just two houses there, one of which become Lee's Hairdressers in the later years.
My mother Alice Harpham & family lived here. She was born 1904 at Dunham, along with John Thomas, Rose, Herbert, Edith, Margaret, & Sydney John. When I searched my family tree, I had been told by my cousin Evelyn in 1980 that my grandma Eliza [nee Todd, originally from Ripon] was found dead in the attic with her throat cut. Eventually I found it was in 1927. Thomas Harpham, their grandad, was the ...see more
For many years, Colwyn Bay U.D.C. ran a bus service along the promenade from Old Colwyn to just beyond the former pier at Rhos on Sea. Commencing in 1926, a small fleet of 5 'Guy' BB type vehicles with covered top 'toastrack' bodies ran in service during the late spring to early autumn tourist season. While the normal requirement was for two vehicles to maintain a half-hourly service, when the ...see more
My aunt Jessie (King) lived in the house on the left of the picture from around 1920 to 1954. In 1954 she moved out and my uncle Sidney (Edwards) ( her brother) moved into the house and turned it into a little tea room come snack bar. It was very popular with the kids at that time who could spend a few pence on a bottle of pop and a packet of crisps. The house next to the tea room was a bakers, owned by Mr Stow.
