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I remember as a little girl pushing the roundabout to get to the walk that passed the little stream. My mother was from Wroughton and I was born there in 1952. My mother married an American serviceman. Mom was Sylvia Neathway and she ...Read more

A memory of Wroughton in 1959 by Sue Dewitt

I loved my schooling there from 1950 to 55. We had horses (oh, those nighttime rides), outdoor swimming pool (freezing at midnight!), Guy Fawkes night in the Elephant Pit, long walks to Polesden Lacey, hockey games against the nuns ...Read more

A memory of Effingham in 1950 by Susanna Murray Soares

It was the 24th May 1955 when I arrived, with a number of other lads, at Inkerman Bks to begin eighteen weeks training that would "hopefully" see us depart with the somewhat doubtful tital of Military Policemen. My memories of the ...Read more

A memory of Knaphill in 1955 by Derrick Palmer

Does anyone remember the old camp site run by Mr and Mrs Dymond? It was roughly where Woolacombe Sands is now, near the riding stables. I can recall it was a steep field (no terracing then!) and we used to walk down to the old ...Read more

A memory of Woolacombe in 1956 by Anne Bohin

We visited Wargrave in the summer of 1955 while my father was on sabbatical. We lived in Kellet Lodge for several weeks. The houses had names then. We did not have a refrigerator, just a pantry. We had fireplaces in every room. A ...Read more

A memory of Wargrave in 1955 by Anne Healey

The next turning on the right is Willow Crescent (I think it's a cul-de-sac now) if that's how you spell it. Yep, this is where I grew up, we had 1 bus, the 81 Dam Lane. If I remember right it used to turn up every hour (with no ...Read more

A memory of Padgate in 1955 by Kevin Sears

Life for a child in the village of Worle in the 1950s was exciting, parochial and safe. Our parents did not lose sleep over thoughts of us being molested. Children were more likely to be in danger from their own recklessness than ...Read more

A memory of Worle in 1956 by Raye Green

Used to ride our ponies from Perranporth to Newquay, the only obstacle in our way was the Army camp at Penhale. We solved the problem by jumping the fence riding past numeroous tents and exiting by the Holywell gate. Wonder if any of those camped there remember us.

A memory of Holywell Bay in 1957

I was born in March 1947. I believe it was snowing heavily! My mother and father ran their butchers business in the village and my Uncle Don had a commercial painting and decorating business. My Aunty Gwen ...Read more

A memory of North Somercotes in 1955 by Cheryl Clarkson

I was born in Horden in 1946 (Elizabeth Lumley) and my father (George Lumley) (and his father before him) ran Lumley's grocery store which was on the bank top (21 Beech Terrace - now a house but the United bus stop is still callled ...Read more

A memory of Horden in 1950