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My Dad The church at Whitchurch is a lovely place to wander and muse. My father died out shooting at Mapperton when I was 11, and what a terrible shock it was. What is nice for me now, 25 years later, is to still be able to walk ...Read more

A memory of Whitchurch Canonicorum

I arrived in High Wycombe in as a young girl in 1946, from Scotland. I attended St. Bernard's Convent school. It was situated in a very large old house on the London Road, across from the Rye. We wore school uniforms, green ...Read more

A memory of High Wycombe in 1955 by Maureen Ingram

My dad was born in Hackney, London in 1922. Named Arthur Lawrence Gibbs, son of William Arthur Gibbs. My grandad came to Australia in 1925 with my grandma and with 3 or 4 children pioneed a farm in Northcliffe in Western Australia. I myself ...Read more

A memory of Hackney in 1920 by Raymond Gibbs

My dad Harry Kitchener Stacey worked part time as a bar man at the Duke. I remember coming on the bus from Bartly Green in the afternoons, sometimes after finishing his shift, dad would take me to the afternoon movies just around the corner.

A memory of Harborne in 1957 by Paul Stacey

My father Hywel Williams was fireman on this line from around the mid 1940s until it was decomissioned in 1965. I wondered if he might just be on the footplate when this photograph was taken.

A memory of Glyn-neath by Meurig Williams

My father and mother Mary and Bill Nash met here in 1957. The bus used to stop outside the pub, my mum went in one day because a lady called Betty Harris said a nice looking man with curly hair was in there. They met and 2 years later ...Read more

A memory of Yateley in 1953 by Joy Nash

I too remember our bus service in and around Tarpots, as I recall one that ran out of the bus station on the left going in to Hadleigh just after the turn off to Dawes Heath and Rayleigh, was it called the Benfleet bus company,they seemed ...Read more

A memory of Great Tarpots in 1950 by Colin Mackenzie

Just got back from a day out with my dad, he took me to show me where he spent a couple of years living in St Johns Village, he lived at Number 7 Warwick Lane (I think it was Warwick Lane. We walked from the main car park in the ...Read more

A memory of St Johns in 1942

Plough Corner always makes me smile, remembering the floods in the 1960s, Byfleet was cut off everywhere except where I lived in the Dawson Road end. My boyfriend lived in Rectory Lane. Imagine, everything was cut off, there was water ...Read more

A memory of Byfleet by Christine Woodruff

Boston Drill Hall was a second home to me. My dad CSM George Johnson would take my sister Marilyn and I to the drill hall on a Sunday morning for a bottle of pop and a packet of crisps, they tasted better ...Read more

A memory of Boston in 1960 by George Kieran Johnson