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It's late Friday night and you're hungry. I mean really late. 2am. What do you do ? You go down Princes Avenue to Arnett's bakery and queue up at the back entrance sniffing the goodies being baked for ...Read more

A memory of Kingston upon Hull in 1978 by Mr Sosgez

In Bonnie Scotland The road back to Campsie Glen Is a forty-year long tunnel of mist! Dug deep into the cut bedrock of memory, And neatly knitted in the multi-storey labyrinth Of pouring passions, in pounding poems!! ...Read more

A memory of Campsie Glen in 1965 by Dr. Feisal Esmael

I was born 1941 in Raneleigh Road Nursing Home in Mount Charles. I was brought up in Rope Walk Lane opposite the old Primary School. There was a cement works part way down the lane. My mother (aged 19) worked in the 'Food Office' in St ...Read more

A memory of Charlestown by Philip Rogers

I was born at 28 Oak Street Garden City, in June 1947. My father was a miner in the Brit and in later years so was my brother Brian, my father was John David Evans but better known as "Dai Queenie". After 28 years of ...Read more

A memory of Gilfach Goch in 1947 by Beverley Evans

Hello, I now live in Co. Waterford. I gave my name as I was known in 1949. I lived with my Gran - Annie Evans - & Grandad Will at 26 Bryn Terrace, almost at the top. Grandad was a miner (he went underground at 11 years of age) ...Read more

A memory of Caerau in 1950

I lived in Western House, Warbororough between 1950 and 1955 and went to Dorchester Secondary Modern School. All the Warborough youths used to assemble outside the shop opposite the church and cycle in a convoy to school ...Read more

A memory of Warborough by Rodney Attwood

I was born at 17 Caledonia Street in 1958, delivered by a lady known as Aunty Didd who lived across our street. The second son of Billy and Gwen Mason, originally from Cannon Street, Middlesborough. Yes Rosemary, the ...Read more

A memory of Thornaby-on-Tees in 1958 by Kenny Mason

I grew up at 90 Victoria Road, then we moved to 75 Salisbury Avenue, I remember it well. The front of the house was chocolate brown paint and the garden in the back was overgrown like a jungle. Over the years my dad painted and ...Read more

A memory of Barking by Kevin Edwards

My most vivid memory of school is walking past the church and on to the wooden huts at the back. These huts were the infant school. I think that they came from an old POW camp. They were heated by old pot-bellied stoves that burned ...Read more

A memory of Corby in 1955 by Stephen Lloyd

This would be about 1950. Radio was the in thing, me Nanna and Granda had one that was powered by an accumulator, this was a square glass jar with two elements inside connected to two terminals on the top which would fit and connect in ...Read more

A memory of Newburn in 1950 by Jimmy Burrows