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These houses were built as a private estate and took up most of the land which belonged to Tack farm. Houses went from here across to the "old wood", and into it at some points, they went down from here to the edge of the park and down ...Read more

A memory of Wordsley in 1965 by John Lampitt

My father was a military policeman and we lived at no 17 MSQ (just around the corner from these houses and now known as Wellington Terrace.) At the front of our house there were woods across the road and a small ...Read more

A memory of Knaphill in 1949 by Sandra Evans

I think you need to get a bit further back in history to find anything about the Old Reading Room which you describe as "High Trees", Long Lane.  In the thirties my parents rented Ploverfield Lodge Cottage which stood ...Read more

A memory of Old Milton in 1930 by Belinda Heathcote

My paternal line goes back to (definitely) Joseph Wood b. 1751 at Cowick near Snaith but there have been Wood's in Cowick back to the 16th century. Joseph married Hannah Mapplebeck of Heck at Snaith in 1782.

A memory of Snaith in 1860 by Olga Lockley

To the right of the Jaguar car was a farm yard set behind a large brown wooden gate. As a child I recall seeing an old man dressed in black coat and hat riding very slowly on a black bike driving his black cattle through the ...Read more

A memory of Beaumaris in 1955 by David Mills

I lived in Trallong at this time. I was 7 years old. I lived in a cottage next to the school and the church on top of the steep curving hill which led down to the vicarage. The vicar was Mr Lewis and his daughter Carol and I were ...Read more

A memory of Trallong in 1947 by Bernard Morris

In 1979 my then boyfriend and I viewed Brightwells Cottage in The Square at Sutton Scotney. It was, to put it bluntly, a hovel ... mud floors, lead covered wiring, an Elsan Toilet and holes in the thatch, but we loved it. ...Read more

A memory of Sutton Scotney by Kim Burnett

Risca, was the town where I was born, under the shadow of Tymbarlm. I could see the fields leading to the mountain from my bedroom window, in Fernlea. The canal bank was where I would ride my pony Silver. All my memories of Risca are very happy ones, it was home and my childhood.

A memory of Risca by Judith Allen

I was born in Godstone in Ivy Mill Close, just the other side of the Green.  I walked to the primary school along the Bay Path.  My Gran lived in St Mary's Almhouses right opposite the school and I would go there for lunch. ...Read more

A memory of Godstone by Joy Hearn

I was born in Eastbourne Road, in a house opposite the sand pits and the common. My name was Wendy Mitchell. With my sisters and brother I would spend hours picking bluebells and primroses and climbing trees there. ...Read more

A memory of Godstone by Wendy Soall