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I remember when Rossis ice-cream opened and free vouchers were worth more than gold. Rossis shop was right by the last bus stop before the trolley bus turned around and headed back to London. On the corner, a few shops along, was I think Freeman Hardy & Willis the shoe shop, and around the corner was Barkers of Chingford, the bicycle shop where my mum bought my first bike. Around ...see more
My great-grandparents and great-great grandparents owned and ran the Faggot & Peas Shop in Tonypandy, Dunraven Street. Does anyone remember the shop? It was owned by Reuben Smith and his wife, and was passed onto their daughter. Can anyone remember who owned it? I would love to hear your memories!
I remember St Osyth with great fondness, holidayed there with Mum and Dad for quite a few years, always the first 2 weeks of September for some reason. We stayed in a bungalow called The Retreat in Oakmead Road. I believe it was demolished some years ago and a new 'Retreat' was built ? I remember the Elsan loo and the big spiders and daddy long legs which always seemed to be in there! I intend to go back and see if I still get a good feeling about the place. Hopefully my wife and kids will too!
I grew up at No 12 Dawnay Rd and stayed here until about 1975. This picture was taken from the Dorking Road, at the time we had a shop (grocers) which was run by Harry Absolem and his daughter Diane on the right hand corner. A lovely red telephone box stood on the right hand corner of this picture as well. Grass land to the left was were we played as children and hid. As you progess down the road very few ...see more
When I first started school we would walk up the High Street in a "crocodile" to a cafe were we had our lunch. We then walked back to school for the afternoon lessons.
This view from Downs Way shows Beckley Parade and my uncle's shop which was next to the houses, the first house belonged to Councillor Turville Kill. My uncle's shop was a greengrocers and he and my aunt moved from here to the High Street in Great Bookham to a larger premises next to Camerons the sweet and toy shop. They traded in the area until 1971. A lot of my family had businesses in the village from 1930 to 1975. Sue Rainer-Copland
My brother and I would stay with Granny during the holidays, she lived at 'Cregeen' in a row of houses on Princess Street, near the railway crossing. Granny's brother Cecil had a farm out along the lane in this picture, my brother and I would walk out to the farm, over this bridge. The photo looks toward Strensall from the road to Uncle Cecil's farm. I remember that there was a milk churn stand on this road, ...see more
I remember this shop and several others in the High Street as my Aunt and Uncle ran the green grocers further down Peterbridges, and my other Aunt ran the dress shop down from the church. Absolem also had a shop at the top of Dawnay Road where I lived and my grandparents lived in Crabtree Lane from 1930 onwards Sue Rainer- Copland
I was in the cubs at Smallfield and I remember carrying a flag in a Saint George's Day parade to the Burstow Parish Church. Cubs met in the village hall at Smallfield, the same hall we ate our school lunches in, half a mile from the Smallfield County Primary School. The school was half a mile out Redehall Road towards Burstow, and we lived another half mile past the school, on Red Road. I would do Bob A Job week around Burstow, calling at the Hall and at the few other houses in the area.
I too have happy and sad memories of Thurnscoe. I started school in 1952 at Hill Infants. Mrs Cartlidge was our teacher. I still remember where I sat behind the door and being given a small blackboard and chalk on my first day there. Every day was an adveture, we never got bored, but then you were allowed to roam all over, up Stotfold Farm with your bottle of water and jam sandwich, into the scary cave wood, but ...see more
I stayed at the Wide Sea Hotel in the mid to late 1950s when I was about 8. My grandparents were also staying at the hotel and probably they had stayed several times before. My grandfather came from Cornwall which is probably why he went holidaying there from Chingford in Essex/London.
I lived in Dagnam Park Drive near Sedgefield Crescent and remember............Petersfield, Hilldene and Whitchurch shops, the "1st, 2nd and 3rd" woods as we referred to them, starting in Dagnam Park Drive, heading towards Petersfield shops, the 66A bus, the 174 and 174 Express with blue signs instead of black, these always fascinated me as a kid and loved to get on one, loved it when we flew past ...see more
The Cricketer's Inn, Stockcross There used to be a pub called the Cricketer's Inn at Stockcross. The publicans were good friends of my father Pat Gallagher (who ran the Clock Tower Inn in the broadway in Newbury). Harry and Trixie Hewitt ran the Cricketer's at this time and they had 2 daughters Sue and Sally. I used to love going out there with my father when I was very young. Harry and Trixie ...see more
There used to be a pub called the Cricketer's Inn at Stockcross. The publicans were good friends of my father Pat Gallagher (who ran the Clock Tower Inn in the broadway in Newbury). Harry and Trixie Hewitt ran the Cricketer's at this time and they had 2 daughters Sue and Sally. I used to love going out there with my father when I was very young. Harry and Trixie were a great, colourful couple and ...see more
I was visiting Llandanwg from 1958 until 1965. We used to stay in Dorwyn, which then was a green shed bungalow owned by Mrs Pearce, she used to work with my father and we used to go down sometimes twice a year. We used to walk to the top of the road nearly every night to watch the sunset as my father is artistic and used to love to watch it. I remember one year they had a fire on the bank at the train ...see more
My aunt and uncle used to own the Langdales Hotel, Mr and Mrs Bob Smith, until 1957. The hotel is now called the Wainright. All holidays I stopped there with my mum and dad. There were busses called Mallinsons from Windermere which stopped at the hotel for afternoon tea, and when they left to go to Dungeon, Gill my cousin and I went on the bus and picked brambles, on the way back the driver dropped us off at ...see more
This is the exact location in which my family has placed a memorial bench for my mother Ann Gout (nee Edwards). She spend many happy hours on Reigate Hill when she was a Girl Guide and loved this view. A few years ago the trees and bushes has become overgrown, but thankfully the council have now cut them back. I think that the house in the background is still there, but is now hidden behind trees.
I believe this picture is of the local post office/deli next door to the clock tower inn pub, affectionately known as the 'Clocky'. I grew up in this pub between 1956 and the early 1970s. When I lived here the mayor of Newbury was Mr A W Luff and he owned the post office/deli next door. His son David did the weekly grocery deliveries in their van. David's sister moved to Canada ages and ages ago. My younger ...see more
I remember visiting the Brine Baths from our Junior School - there was a small pool (quite chilly) where we were all taught to swim. We then graduated to the large pool, where we still used to go from the High School. My brother learnt to swim when he was thrown in at the deep end of the large pool (not so much Health and Safety around in those days). It was literally a case of sink or swim. It was a lovely ...see more
Just wondered if anyone could help me please. We live in Old Harlow and have recently been looking into the history of Harlow and where we live. We were wondering if anyone has any memories or photos, or just any information at all about what were The White Horse Cottages that were situated next to The White Horse pub in Old Road. Thank you.
I lived in Hopwas from 1952 to 1964 and attended QEGS from 1955 to 1962. These street scenes are very familiar to me. I found the town very 'small', not so much in size but in its cultural and intellectual dimensions. I remember there wasn't a single bookshop in the town then, except for a paperback bookshop next to the Palace cinema, just up the street on the left in this picture. So I could hardly ...see more
I lived in Corringham Hill Terrace 1942 -1950. As an 8 year old I remember sliding down the hill in the snow from the White Lion. I think there was a small pond at the bottom, which used to freeze over in winter. I have a photo of 11 of us boys in our cricket team, myself, my cousin Alan and Bernard Slee are the only ones I can remember. I moved to New Zealand in 1950. Are any of those boys still around?
I remember this view very well, though by 1965, I'd married and left the village. We lived at the top of Nursery Lane, No 37. My dad worked at the Nursery. I remember Ann's mum and their bungalow being built. I was a frequent visitor to Myra and Harry Harper's bungalow as their son, Alan, was a pal. Alan is now Archbishop of Armagh and Primate of the Church of Ireland. Quite a leap from Hopwas! I can remember Alan and ...see more
We used to come over from Conisbrough near Doncaster with my mam and dad, Raymond Dawson, who came from Buglawton, William Street if I remember, and every year we would watch the carnival and also walk up The Cloud. Does anyone remember my late father, Raymond Dawson, he was a keen cyclist, he joined the RAF and ended up at Binbrook and Famagusta. He married a Margaret Turner from South Yorkshire, and went to live ...see more
My parents bought the nearest semi to the detached house in Grovemount when it had just been built, I believe they paid in the region of £2000 for it. I was born in 1966 and this was my home until 1987, my parents are still there now. I have many happy memories playing outside the house with children from other houses in Grovemount. There is a lamp post outside my parents' home, I don't remember that being there ...see more
My grandmother was Mary Davies who kept the pub until her death in 1959. I was born and brought up in the tiny village on top of the mountain between Cwm and Hollybush. My dad George was a farmer in the area until his death in 1978. It was a wonderful childhood until I was 13, I thought everyone was an aunt or uncle. I was delighted to find postcards of the village which I've dated circa 1959. I went to Sunday ...see more
My Grandfather was Harry Kibby the Stores, Aberbeeg Bakers & Grocers. I remember visiting as a child every Saturday and sweeping the yard, my reward was a bottle of Coca Cola, unknown in those days. I collected my Beano from Lou Poole's shop over the little bridge and got a haircut at Mr Jones the Barber where there was a lttle window to check who was waiting. My grandad was a great friend of Mr Collins the ...see more
My pop's father was the Percuil ferryman for the St Mawes Steam Ship Co. My pop was the youngest ferryman taking people from Percuil to the ferry. He was in the local paper in the early 1900s for being the youngest ferryman in Cornwall. There was a photograph taken of him at the time, if anybody has any info on this photo please contact me. My pop's name was Cyril (Ted)Medlyn. He had a brother Charles and a sister Ada. Contact se.breeze@btinternet.com
There was a knock at the door, and there he was, this tall man wearing a bush hat who grabbed my mom, giving her a great big smacker of a kiss. Of course I wasn't having this strange man doing this to my mom, so I promptly got the broom and hit him with it, he may have been fighting a war in Burma but he hadn't met his bad-tempered stroppy daughter yet. Even though there was the odd photo around, this man was ...see more
My mother's maiden name was Mary Hannah Morton and her father, James Morton, mother Ada and older sister Peggy lived on a farm called High Balcray. Grandpa had brothers, one of which became manager of the Bladnock Creamery and a sister, Bess, who married a man by the surname McGill, I remember her having a daughter called Sheila. My grandparents moved from High Balcray when my mother was 4 and went to live ...see more
Myself and older brother are the two boys on the right of the picture. That day we had been treated to a new blue yacht. We had returned to live on Anglesey as our father was working overseas. That yacht held such memories that I bought one for my own son twenty-five years later and still have it to this day. I bought this post card some years ago but the picture was cropped just to the right of the boy in the foreground.
My father bought this bungalow around 1926 - it was the place I was born. He was forced to sell it in 1929 when the place he worked at -J arrolds Publishing - went on strike and he lost his job. With my mother and two other children we had to leave and return to Kidderminster, to the home of my mother's parents. I do not know the address of the bugalow except it was next to a house owned by ...see more
My great-great grandfather was George 'Dood' McKie and he lived in a house about six doors beyond the Graham Arms Hotel which is shown in the Francis Frith photo number L203002. He was one of those Longtown characters who are now almost gone. For many years he was a roadman, which meant he would go along the road to where piles of stones had been left and by 'knapping' them, i.e. breaking them up with a ...see more
A friend from work, and I took courses at the Neath Technical Institute. I left Swansea about 7:30am, and had to run down Mount Pleasant to the bus station in order to get to the Institute. For lunch we walked up town to a little Italian cafe and had a doughnut and coffee for lunch. After afternoon classes we went back to the cafe and had - another doughnut and coffee. We didn't have much money at that time. ...see more
I started work at the laboratory in the Llandarcy Oil Refinery in 1942 for the great weekly wage of one pound, one shilling and ninepence, when I was 16. Mostly women worked in the lab but once the war was over the company only employed men. They did keep the women already employed there. The village of Llandarcy was just up the road from the refinery and there was a building known as the Institute where ...see more
My grandma (Whinnie) and father grew up here, and owned Staxton Garage for a while (Mike Hearing). I spent the most enjoyable childhood there. It makes me smile thinking of all of the older people, always smiling and telling a good yarn (story) as you walked though the village. It is a beautiful place, you have the River Hertford less than a mile away, and the Wolds on your doorstep (the best playground in the world). You ...see more
I have noticed one or two comments with regard to 'Mitchelmores Gardens' in Duddleston Road/Black Lion Lane. I think that the writers are perhaps a little confused. Mr Mitchelmore was an Elder of the Presbyterian Church and also the Sunday School Superintendent. As I recall he did have a lovely garden but he and his wife lived in Station Road. As I understand it ...see more
Please note to avoid confusion, the memories on other pages from Geoffrey Powell ... My name was changed on leaving RAF but was SAC Geoffrey Pallett when at Goldsborough 1961/3. Please e-mail geoffrey.m3uxb@virgin.net Thank you, Geoff.
My in-laws and their relatives lived on Peniel Green Road, not Heol Las as Dr Suschnigg suggests. I married my husband in 1949 and moved to Manchester. Many times we travelled on a motor bike from Manchester to Llansamlet, over the Brecon Beacons where the mist could be seen way below us. We used to sing at the top of our voices, probably irritating the people in Brecon - it would have been about midnight that we ...see more
I have very happy memories of my grandparents. My grandad had an enormous beard, and grandma always wore a long flowered apron. Grandad used to sit me on the handle of the lock gate while he slowly opened it to let the water level rise or drop so the water level in the lock was the same as the river and then the barge could go on its way. My mother left New Haw to live in Grimsby, ...see more
Although I did not live there, my father's great grandmother Ann Puttergill lived for about sixty of her eighty years there. She married a Richard Puttergill who was born in Brant Broughton about 1840. His parents were the village carpenters and he carried on the family business, eventually qualifying as a master carpenter. He died in Brant Broughton around 1875. Ann Puttergill, Richard's widow, lived in the ...see more
This is a beautiful little church, well worth the walk to get to it. My great-great-great grandfather is buried in the church yard and I went there in 2004, with my mother when she came home for what was to be her last visit. She died a short two years later from a muscle neuron disease and the wonderful memories I have of that trip and the beautiful places we visited are a blessing. Cornwell Church has a ...see more
I was stationed in the USAF at RAF Lakenheath. I resided at Church View, Church Road with my wife, 3 daughters, and our 3 Shelties. My oldest daughter Cindy learned to ring bells at the church and was sweet on a local boy, Robert Pepper, who was killed early in life on a motorcycle. My den turned into a local gathering place for the teens in the village and I thoroughly enjoyed my tour, the people in the town ...see more
I came across this site while searching history. I have a story about Fylingdales. I was 19 and posted to a place called Goldsborough and we travelled daily to Fylingdales to clear uxb ordinance. Our vehicles were recognised by red mudguards to denote bomb disposal business. Does anyone remember the vehicles in question trundling through Lyth,Sandsend, the outskirts of Whitby, Love Lane, and Ruswarp, ...see more
In the 1950s we called ourselves "Wolf Cubs" and I remember being taken in the back of a removal lorry with all our camping gear for a week long camp with the 4th Bexleyheath Cubs at Birchington. Although it was supposed to be a "camp" in fact we all stayed in a hut but spent most of our time on happy outdoor activities. The highlight was a day's outing to Margate. I remember ...see more
One of the many items on the Oxford "tourist trail" is a weekend long folk festival which is supported by dozens of morris dancing sides from all over England. This year Whitethorn Morris appeared for the first time and brought a huge side of 12 dancers and almost as many musicians! The dance events take place mainly in the pedestrianised streets of the city centre and the last ...see more
What happy days and nights, beach parties at Hengistbury Head, can it really be 44 years ago that this magical place came into my life, it was to have a life-long thread connecting to me. Oh, what can one say - the thrill of late-night fires on the beach, the smell of wood smoke from driftwood, a young girl's smile in the firelight - these feelings, like the moment a silk scarf passes across your face, will ...see more
My great-great-grandfather lived here at Shoemakers Close, and my great-grandfather David Hay with his mother, Helen Millie. My great-grandfather was a shoemaker, as was his son John Millie. My great-grandfather died June 19th 1863, he was ageed 70 years, a good age at that time. My husband, who was born in 1932, was born just across the road from the Canongate Tolbooth. How the years have flown.
Prudhoe Castle has always been a part of my life since I was born in 1938. My mother moved to Prudhoe Castle, where she was employed as a maid, to be nearer to my father who lived in Castle Dene. They eventually married and produced my brother Don in 1934, then me in 1938. After the war ended in 1945, various residents came to the Castle, one of them being Senor Hosea Paniego, who was ...see more
I lived at on Staghills Road (my maiden name was Taylor) and I went to Newchurch C of E School until 1958. I remember Mrs Roberts and Mrs Barlow, the teachers in the top 2 classes. My favourite time at school was when we were allowed to go across to the field at playtime. Sadly the school was pulled down and replaced by a new one down Dark Lane. Newchurch was a lovely village, then they went and pulled ...see more
I was born and brought up at "The Woodbine" which was next door to Peniel Chapel. Living in Pontlliw was such a great experience but sadly I have not been back in many many years. Would love to see some more old photgraphs of the village.
My maiden name was Quarman. I boarded at St Bride's School in the late 1940s and early 1950s. The headmistress was Miss Thompson, assistant Miss Watson. We wore a green unifrom. I ued to enjoy ballet in gym on Wednesday afternoons. I played Mustardseed in 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', ha ha ha. A few of the friends I remember were Anne Bradford, Athenie Gerome, Penelope ...see more
Do you have any photos of the Womens Land Army Hostel in 1946?
A demi paradise, Fluids Lane was at the far end of the village towards Glen Road, I think. It contained a stream, and woods. What wonderful memories I have of that place, nothing can compare, we played for hours damming the stream, climbing trees etc., away from home all day. The lane went on to the fields that housed the air force base, or aerodrome, and also the German prisoners of war that we befriended, hard to ...see more
The windmill shown in the Willingdon photos was always known to me as the Polegate windmill. I remember it when it was in working order and watching the mill stones grinding the grain. This was in the 1950s when the Council houses were starting to be built there. Later the mill closed and went into decline for some years until it was decided to restore it. I knew the gentleman who was given the job of cleaning out ...see more
I met my late husband whilst working at the Cow & Gate in 1955. Although neither of us worked there for very long, we'd some good memories. We married in August 1957, at that time I was working at Verrington Hospital as a nursing assistant, or as we were then called, a nursing auxillary. Many years have passed,since those days. We came to live in Ireland in 1971 with our three children, all of whom are now ...see more
My mother spent many happy times at Pickmere. Thow's tea rooms was owned by her aunt and uncle, John and Annie Thow. As a child she would help out selling ice cream and serving customers. Does anybody remember Thows? To the sender of the message 'WALL HILL FARM', the picture you refer to looks like the back of the Thow's tea rooms (l have a picture of the front of the property), do you know if this ...see more
I hope this memory of Normacot is the first of many to be placed by me and then hopefully by others. I was born in 1944 in Lower Spring Road, (opposite Garbetts Toffee Factory), one of a family of 5 children ... Len, me! (Jeff), Dave, Rob and little sister Dorothy (Dotty). We had a very active young life, school at Uttoxeter Primary and then Queensberry Secondary Modern, nd played ...see more
This isn't a memory, but I would like to hear about other people's memories as to the Woolpack at Wainfleet. I have been the landlady of this hotel for the last 7 months and would like to know some history about the premises prior to the 1950s - can anyone help?
The name of the farm on the right of the photo is Wall Hill Farm, it was my dad's farm until he died in 1979. My auntie used to live in the Blacksmith's cottage across the road opposite until she passed away.
Two of my aunts had guest houses in Cliftonville and every year we ventured from Berkshire by train or by coach via Victoria coach station for our annual holiday in Margate. My memories are simple and straightforward, to me it was the happiest place on earth. From the time I saw the noticeboard in Birchington advertising 'What's On' at the Winter Gardens to the time we rolled out 2 weeks later, ...see more
My ancester Edward Dutch built and ran this hotel after the village fire in 1892 - as recorded in the censuses of the time. Take a look at my family history at www.thedutchfamily.co.uk/h_dutch.htm
Spent a while looking at Glyndyfrdwy on Google maps and came across 3 areas just below Glyndyfrdwy that look like very large limestone mounds. There appears to be derelict remnant of miners? houses by these rocks. The area looks fascinating and well worth a visit for photography! Would be so grateful though if someone can cast a light on these limestone areas and their ruins. Whether they are old quarries or mining communities - - help please!
As a kid in the eighties, I used to mess around by the Wellington Monument, back then it was like a jungle all around it, and you couldn't really see it properly unless you were right in front of it. A group of volunteers did a brilliant job of clearing a lot of the bushes back, so now you can see it better from a distance which I think is how it should be seen. We were told as kids that a workman accidently dropped his lunch into the monument when it was being built!
As a kid in the eighties,i used to mess around by the Wellington monument, back then it was like a jungle all around it, you could'nt really see it properly unless you were right in front of it. A group of volunteers done a brilliant job of clearing alot of the bushes back,so now you can see it better from a distance which i think is how it should be seen.We were told as kids that a workman accidently dropped his lunch into the monument when it was being built LOL
I was born in 193 Oxford Street, Pontycymer in 1935. I left to go into the army for National Service at the age of 18 in 1954. I returned for just 1 year in 1956 when I returned to the Midlands, to Birmingham. The house I lived in was the Morris's shop opposite the chapel and at the top of the hill leading to Blandy Park football ground. My grandmother and aunt ran the shop. I now live in Shirley, Solihull. I ...see more
Castle Square in the 1930s was the terminal point for a bus service to Beddgelert run by the Brown Bus Service. Memory has it that the bus ran every two hours or so and had a garage (now a mountain-climbing gear retailers) on the right hand side of the main road entering Beddgelert. The bus shown, a brown and cream Daimler of early 1920s vintage, was ramshackle and dilapidated by the late 1930s, a ...see more
I remember playing hide and seek with family and friends, one of our hiding places was the war bunker at the park, then when they bricked it up, we were gutted. Every year we go back as my father was from Saron and I always look at the bunker.
I do not have a specific memory myself but I think my great-granny worked here. On the 1901 census she is listed as a kitchen domestic. At the time Lady Ashburton and her children Alexander and Lilian Baring and many other servants are listed as living here. I am tracing my family tree and I am looking for any books or photographes taken around 1900 or any local historian that may have some more infomation ...see more
My grandfather George Rhodes opened the Krusty Loaf bakery in the High Street in 1969 and ran it to 2003. Market Drayton was a beautiful little town then, it's so sad to see it in the mess it is now!
I finished school at A.C.H.S. in mid-summer of 1950. I know it has been torn down for housing, but cannot remember the name of the street it was on. We rode the bus from Cove, when we got off the bus in Cove we would meet the kids coming from the secondary modern school in Cove. They hated us because we wore school uniforms and they threw stones at us. Back then one had to pass what was ...see more
I was born in 1938 in London. My parents moved to Burnt Oak when I was 3. The Second World War made a big impression on me. I remember having to sleep in an indoor steel cage. Other times we had to dash over to the air raid shelters in Watling Park, carrying our bedding with us. The shelters were long, like submarines, half in the ground and half out. There seemed to be a lot of people in one shelter, which ...see more
My family ame from Inverurie but I would be 16 before I visited. Aunt Jeannie lived at Chapel Cottage, North Street and was the chiropodist. Great Aunt Magde also lived there, she owned Reid's boot and shoemakers in Market Place, this had belonged to my grandfather. Having been brought up in West Yorkshire and all the mills, arriving in Inveruie was a breath of fresh air to me. I would walk from Market Place to ...see more
My father ran this pub around 1952 - 53 when I was a small child. It was taken over by the Walkers who were running it when this photo was taken. Bill Livsey (spelling?) owned the farm. We still have an original Frith postcard of this scene. In 1954 we left the UK and I have lived overseas ever since. I have only been back to the UK and the pub (still being run by the Walkers) once as a student in the early 1960s.
My aunt, Beryl Reid, moved into Honey Pot Cottage in Wraysbury in the late 1950s and we spent many happy days visiting her. The river was fascinating and there was a houseboat on the other side of the river that seemed to be there for years and years. She had a lovely curved stone seat at the bottom of the garden where I used to sit and let the water lap my feet and the ducks used to come up into ...see more
Living far away from Bynea it was lovely and sad to see in this second photo of Bynea that the bus pictured is outside the house that I was born in in 1941. This house is approximately 110 years old and has always been in the Cooper family. Many happy days were spent by the village boys and girls playing in the field opposite - cae Llewellyn I think it was called - and on the tip. I can´t remember it ever raining only the hot, dusty days!! Marilyn Cooper Lewis
My grandfather William Love was born at the cottage attached to the butcher and slaughterhouse at the foot of Love Lane. This Lane was named after his father (my great-grandfather). William Love worked at the Moore's bakery for 30 years. I have never lived in this area and would love to hear any memories anyone may have. My father was Howard John Love.
I can remember being a very nervous new entrant to the Grammar School and going to Langers to buy a tennis racket and hockey stick. The public conveniences and telephone box were opposite, if I remember rightly.
Would anyone have a photo of 29 Station Road, Frimley? If it's still standing, that is. I was born there in 1951. I'm now a resident of Australia and would like to see it. If you can help, please send to qp2742@yahoo.com.au Many thanks. Ian.
I remember my dad taking me to the White Hart Pub in Pirbright in the sixties, dad took great delight in telling me that it was the only pub he was ever barred from whilst a young Guardsman at the nearby Guards Depot in Pirbright.
