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1995 and up, I haven't always lived in Millbrook. But I pretty much visited every summer since I was born, and I then moved down in 2004 (I think). Lots of good memories here, like: Mayday, dens, Maker festival, Millbrook School, rope swings, alpines. Can now be a bit boring for my age group, as the only thing to do is go to the park really, and I am now getting a bit old for that kind of thing. So we pretty much have ...see more
I was born in Theale but my parents moved to Tilehurst when I was 3 years of age where we lived at 16a Norcot Road with my grandparents Edith and Harold Goddard and other siblings to my mother Audrey Parsons, my father was Bill. I attended Park Lane School from age 5 to 11 years when the Headmistress was Miss Clamp, two other teachers were Miss Norris and Miss Williams . At 11 I attended Norcot School, ...see more
My mother lived at Haccombe House and worked for Lord & Lady Carew from the age of 13yrs. in 1914 until about 1930. The Carew family had other residences in London, Highcliffe (Bournemouth), and South Brent. Their staff (servants) moved around with them during the different seasons. Haccombe House was owned by the Carew family for many years, there is still a Lord Carew in the House of ...see more
This photo evokes memories of Brecon when it was a small peaceful market town with little traffic. I find it difficult to imagine now that this street had two way traffic. We had no traffic lights in Brecon then, just a traffic controller at the top of Ship St. Today this scene would be of traffic everywhere, parked cars and lorries and of course it has been one way for very many years. This street is closed to traffic for the May and November fairs by an ancient charter.
We were only here briefly. Just a few early spring and summer months. My parents were managing this hotel for the season. One fine day, when there was a pause in the arrivals & departures of coach buses filled with tourists, my father took me across the road. There on the banks of Lake Windermere was a rowing boat. He taught me how to row and I as very grateful to him that wonderful morning. On my ...see more
My parents were managers of The Montague Arms for a short while. On sunny days I was allowed to cycle to Hythe and back. I was twelve and fit enough to reach Hythe within half-an-hour! I heard rumours from the staff at the hotel that the Abbey nearby was haunted by the ancient monks who had lived there. I was told that some had heard chanting as the sun went down at certain times of the year. I dared to go ...see more
THE SATURDAY MORNING MATINEE Of course you remember it ... well most of us do!!! It all seems so long ago now! but it's beginning to drift up from the fog of 'times gone by'. Hot and damp and steaming gently in the heat of the old Globe cinema at Gosforth (you sold more drinks and ice cream if you kept it very hot!) from the rain sitting there with our knees under chins and feet on the seat with ...see more
I remember coming to Nettlebed in 1993 to play my piano accordian at this pub (and several others!) for Whitethorn Morris. It was a gorgeous sunny summer day and crowds gathered round to watch the entertainment. Whitethorn Morris is a women's clog morris team from Harrow and they always look smart in their scarlet and blue kit with shiny black clogs. We brought our own band to play and had a really good day's outing in Nettlebed along with with dancers and musicians from other morris sides.
I grew up in Wrestlingworth between 1966 and 1978. In the late sixties and early seventies we often used to see a rather distinguished gent driving a stately car, a Riley I think. He had silver hair and always waved in a benign manner to us youngsters. I got it into my mind that he was Lord Astor who lived at Hatley St George. We were even more impressed at this. We also used to see the Co-op van in the village. ...see more
Like many people who live in Cumbria I come from another part of the country. This is why I am particularly interested in the history of where I now live in Fletchertown. The Fletchertown Community Group is putting together an Archive for the parish of Allhallows. So far we have over two thousand pictures and a lot of information from our research into local people and thier families in this area. In particular ...see more
SUMMER HOLIDAYS IN THE WAR I have just spent a very pleasant time looking though some photos on FLICKR, my! It did bring back memories, Alnemouth in the war time Dad used to run 16MM mobile cinema in the church hall and I saw Charles Loughton in Henry the Eighth there in a very early black and white film. We used to stay at the Schooner Hotel. I found an incendiary bomb on the sands and took it back to the hotel ...see more
For unruly behaviour, I was delivered to boarding school at the age of 4, after enjoying wonderful times on a Devon farm. I was taken to the Convent by my parents in an Austin 7. I remember crying and staring at the red and yellow floor tiles while Mother Superior Sister Agnes Francis and my future form mistress, Sister Anne, promised punishment if I didn't stop. For high spirits, this ...see more
Where the houses come out, by the bus was a shoe shop owned by two sisters, a really old fashioned one that looked like time stood still when you went in, coming back the other way, if you walked along, was the blacksmith, this was Dick Francis, the author's father, then across the road (the one leading to the cinema) coming back further, were houses that overhung the road, Elizabethan type, ...see more
I am Kenneth Overend Edwards from LLandudno, north Wales, and my story about Gorton is surprising because from an early age I was sent by my mother Ellen Edwards (nee Overend) to stay with my grandad, Eric Theodore Overend, who lived on Sutton Road in Gorton. From the mountains, sea, and fresh air of Wales to the smokey city of Manchester! I loved it! I continued to do so for many years; for a start there were ...see more
I remember playing football, hockey on skates, whip & too, home-made bogies [pram wheels], there were not many cars then. The bomber that crashed Irlams oth' height about '47, collecting books for salvage during the war, doodle bugs, rallivo. Later on Salford Hipp', the Palace Theatre, all on Cross Lane. St Luke's School, Mr Heally, Miss Wright, Mr Walters & the dreaded Mr Wolfe. To be continued ...
At the age of 11 nothing was more valuable than a set of old pram wheels.
Using a 4-foot plank (this is old money) for the base. To sit on, we fastened a short piece to the back with an axle and 2 wheels, the same at the front but fastened with a bolt so you could steer it. Fix a seat and you were away.
Pull it to the top of the hill and race down. There where only about 3 or 4 cars in Dinnington at that time ...see more
Hello Hillingdon!
My Grandfather lived in Hillingdon, in the 1967-8 years in Tudor Road, Hayes End area.
I was wondering if anyone out there would have known him?
His name was George Charles Copley, and was working in the printing trade, at Watford in his time, but has passed on now.
I would dearly like to hear from you if you remember him, or knew him as I know nothing about him.
Please get in touch with me,
Thank You.
Joy Taylor. (nee Copley)
I remember when all shopping was done by visiting independant local shops. The shops I remember going to with my mother on Yardley Road were Alldays butchers, Timms greengrocers, The Bargain Shop, Terry Lovetts Sports, The Iceberg (drinks store), The Chocolate Box, Washland and many more I can picture but cannot remember the names of. This was well before people had heard of supermarkets!
I was an Army 'brat. My father served with the Royal Tank Corps/Regiment after territorial service with the Green Howards. We lived on the Garrison[Cambrai Lines] in married quarters. Next door neighbours included a CSM with some sons, one of my age. 'Janker Wallahs' [defaulters] were used to assist in his garden. One of the lads asked if I liked radishes - a fruit/plant/veg that I did ...see more
The hotel was used by the Duke of York's Military School which had been evacuated from Dover - on the cliff tops. Wooden huts were erected along the cliff in front and alongside the hotel to be used as classrooms - each with coke-operated stoves leading to outside chimneys. All doors were taken off the hotel rooms [to create space?]. Bunk beds were installed. The sands had been used for Commando ...see more
Having lived in Brymbo in a very damp two up two down house in 'The Green' my parents were 'over the moon' to be given a new three bedroomed house; 23, Bryn Hedd, Southsea, (which means peaceful hill) became their home for the rest of their lives although there was far too little peace to be had! Dad worked in the coal mine at Gresford and worked night shifts so he slept in the day - that is if he could ...see more
In January 1955 I started as a sixth former at the Royal Grammar School. It was a culture shock after an independent school, but a very good way to get focused. I lived at Frieth and commuted on the Thames Valley bus. The sixth form were a good crowd and a year later, when I left, we celebrated in the evening by downing loads of beer. Those that took part were Syd Sales, Leo Clements, George Greenwood ...see more
My husband Stan Waite worked at Tondu brickworks. Our Sunday School used to pick wild flowers for the anniversary of the church. We had a picnic in the park and caught the steam train home.
We bought a thatched cottage, in much need of renovation, next door to the butchers shop. It was a tied Goodwood Cottage previously occupied by Mrs Myrtle Ticehurst who remained a tenant when she was widowed in WW1. We lived in a caravan in the front farden for nearly a year while work was carried out - I loved that old cottage so much I was prepared to put up with the dificulties in order ...see more
My family moved back to Thornton Heath, to 35 Gilsland Road, just off the High Street, at the end of the war and stayed until 1951. United Dairies was the shop on one corner and next to that a sweetshop and tobacconists and then on to the Co-op which extended round the corner of Nursery Road. On the other corner was Pearks from where sadly my little brother had his brand new Gresham Flyer ...see more
I remember being sent to Warnham Court in Horsham as a young child. I lived in London at the time and I really don't know why I was sent there. I have had conflicting information that I may have been sick and was sent to the country for the fresh air or perhaps I was just unruly. I have found out that Warnham Court was run by the then Greater London Council and I have very fond memories of the place. I ...see more
Born 1933; lived in Lewis Street; relatives (Oldham, Mingay, Mayberry) in Walthall Street and Chetwode Street (candy manufaturing). Moved to Stafford, 1937 (Father with LMS). Moved to Bahamas (Eleuthera), 1966 (teacher and writer). Celebrated VE Day in the Square.
What a strange name for a pub! This has been the venue for much morris dancing over a great many years as the Three Horseshoes fronts on to a typically rural English village scene: an odd shaped green, a war memorial and a duck pond. I have been playing my piano accordian for Whitethorn Morris for almost thirty years and for much of that time our dancers - including my wife Elizabeth - have made ...see more
I was born and grew up in East Barnet and went to St, Mary's C of E Junior and Mixed Infants School in Churchill Road. It was a small school with only four classes and the boys left at seven and mostly went to Littlegrove. The headmistress was Miss Banham, who we all feared, though she must have been a very good teacher as she had the top two years in one classroom, and managed to ...see more
My friend Raymond Slinn was the last bar man to work in the Adelphie Hotel and he was telling me about it when I stayed with him in his home in Tenerife where he is retired. Apparently when the Adelphie was pulled down grown men cried as it was reduced to a pile of rubble. It was such a lively and friendly place to be (I can immagine this to be so because Ray himself is a bundle of laughs). His wife's name was Pam ...see more
The great thing about Rhos as far as I am concerned was the fantastic wealth of singers in that village (it was the largest village in Wales). I lived at that time in Rhostyllen, a couple of miles away from Rhos, and I loved going to the Miners Welfare Club, especially on Sundays. Wales on Sundays was dry in those days so all the men in the area went to that club for a drink at dinner time (clubs were ...see more
Hi, Carol Jakes was soliciting memories from pupils of St George's School in the 50s. I was born in 1940 at Whitle Fold and attended Spring Bank Primary from 1945 to 1947(?) when I shifted to St George's. My memories of those years include sliding on ice slides in the play ground, frozen milk, Mr Neville slapping our legs for not lining up quickly, Mickey Jeffs' basin haircut and "Pingot Lill"'s boy ...see more
I spent about one year in Much Hadham as German prisoner of war, 1946 till July 1947, working for the Hertfordshire War Agricultural Executice Committee; I specially was engaged in our camp labour office as clerk, under Mr. Wooley and later Mr. Smolenski, two wonderful men. We enjoyed already a lot of liberty, and I really loved this little village, which I visited once again in the late sixties, ...see more
Prompted by Marcus's comments: Derek Bell had his garage behind Church Farm, together with John Watson, who in turn was helped by a chap from Midhurst called George Brown. Other garages there belonged to Ross and Derek Barrow. The Quinnell brothers were Richard, Brian and Graham. Other people from Lion Road were Mr Smith the builder, Mr Green.....(something) who looked after the football and cricket pitches. The ...see more
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 color, which changed to maroon later. The nuns were very strict. But we got a good education. We played field hockey on school property on Daws Hill, walked up Marlow Hill to get to ...see more
You ever been to a panto? Oh yes you have!!! Remember! You go into a large packed hot old theatre full of sticky shouting children and adults trying to look as if they are not enjoying themselves. The house lights dim and the orchestra comes out into the orchestra pit and they settle down, resplendent in dinner suits that have seen better days and tune up the instruments and sit waiting for ...see more
Ah well here goes! The old Grand Theatre plays a very large part in my early years (you will find I go on a bit about the place!). My dad owned the Grand and my first recollection of it was at pantomime time. Dad's Chorus Mistress said I could dance on with the other little children in the juvenile chorus. I had been in most of the dressing rooms that day and as my dad was there I had been treated to a ...see more
Since my birth coincided exactly with the outbreak of World War II in the September of 1939, my mum must have felt that childbirth was synonymous with calamity; I was Mum's 'war effort'. Home was a semi-detached two-storey house in Melrose Gardens, a cul-de-sac of thirty-two identical semis in Edgware, Middlesex. Dad was a printer by trade, and during the war years Mum worked at de Havilland's aircraft ...see more
We lived in Wombwell from1970-80, we lived on the Dove Rd Estate. We have lovely memories of our time in Wombwell before we emigrated to Canada. My kids went to Park St. School then Wombwell High. Shopping at Hillards, the Co-op, Woolworths & Tesco's which later became Shoppers Paradise. "The Feast", which was a yearly event, and many more nice memories.
The scene is the rear of The Sun Hotel.
The road is called Queen Street and shows St Mary's Square on the left where the market was held on Tuesday and Saturday every week. Beyond that is Portmill Lane and the back of shops and offices at the top of Hermitage Road. On the immediate right is the Telephone Exchange.
This car was parked in the Churchyard outside the provisions shop Halseys.
I was devastated in 1964 when my mother told me we were to leave the village so that my mother could pursue her dream of owning her own small business elsewhere. It was a dreadful culture shock, one that has remained with me ever since. For now it is my dream to one day move back into the village I grew up in to retire. I have wonderful memories of halcyon days in the village. We lived in a small ...see more
I attended the primary school, just down the Maldon Road from the garage in the photo, which was run by Mr Holmes. The sweet-shop behind the pumps was popular with us kids! Headmaster of the primary school was Mr Herbert Lewis, a Welshman known to us as "Pop". He maintained discipline - and our attention! - with a bundle of rulers held together with elastic-bands; when applied to the backside they ...see more
My mother Mary Burghall (married name Davies) was born in Chester as were three other generations which I have traced back to 1700s. My mother remembers well swimming in the Dee. She and her friends would walk across the medows near Allington Place and swim right across the river. One of the friends fixed a rope swing onto a branch of a tree, and my mother and her friends would spend hours swimming across to ...see more
My Mother Mary Burghall (Married name Davies) used to walk to school everyday across this suspension bridge. She would would walk with her brother's and sisters and friends and she often says that this was the best time of her life.
I remember fishing in the tiny stream next to the Cippenham Pond (to the left of this photo). My brothers Paul, John and me Lynn and our little sister Delia Davies all used to take a fishing net and a glass jam jar and fish in the tiny stream for sticklebacks. This was in the days when children could be children and we were safe, spending hours just fishing. Those were the days. Lynn Mace (Davies)
Now a resident and Parish Councillor in Devon the Frith photos of Stonehouse took me instantly back to my early years growing up in the village. Not surprisingly one of my earliest memories is of the celebrations surrounding the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II in June 1953. Little did I know then that some 51 years later I would stand before her at Buckingham Palace as she pinned an OBE to my chest. Having ...see more
I remember the Sunday March to Tiffield Church from St John's School and return. I remember masters there - Betteridge, Faid, Wooley and the young lads 'lusting' after Headmaster's daughter!! The good teaching received there. My 'friends' and our adventures on our 'Day Out', Sinnott jumping into the canal to give us an excuse for returning late to school ... whatever happened to them all??? 'Ricky' Richardson, ...see more
I owned the Ford Anglia 105E parked on the road outside the church in the bottom left hand corner of the photograph. I rang the bells at the church and usually parked in that place. The car, Harry Potter blue, registration ADH 532B, was sold to pay the solicitors fees on our first home in Wellington. I have many happy memories of that church and remember the people there with great affection. Richard Dorrington
In 1941, shortly before my sixth birthday, I arrived at what was then a large branch of the National Children's Home & Orphanage, at Old Bramhope. To get there I had enjoyed an exciting (for me) train journey from Kings Cross (London) to Leeds Central Station. There followed a walk (I was carried) to Cookridge Street, then a bus to the bottom of Old Pool Bank, and then the long, steep climb up to the top of ...see more
My wife, family and I jumped at the chance of moving to Roxwell in 1982 for me to take over the position of resident Police Officer for Roxwell and its surrounding area. It transpired to be the best move we ever made. It was a job that I could not have done without my wife's support and assistance. The Police House/Office was in Stonehill Road, overlooking farmland and fantastic sunsets! ...see more
We moved to Debenham in 1964, when I was seven years old. Having come from Oxfordshire, where the houses were built of stone, I remember being amazed that many of Debenham's old houses were painted pink. 'Suffolk Pink' is the traditional colour of the limewash used on the timber-framed houses in this county. The Red Lion, the pub on the right of this photo, was one example. The Hillman Imp ...see more
While I was the Scout Leader with the 3rd East Kilbride Scout Troop in the 1970s several of my scouts became interested in flying. After several sessions of model building we decided we needed to do some flying with real planes so I arranged a trip to Lasham Airfield in Hampshire, which was a very big adventure for young teenagers living in Scotland! Two of my patrol leaders, Ian ...see more
Marcel & Anne Dutru bought a house in Rode in about 1969. The entire family thought that they were quite mad moving from the centre of London to a wee village that no-one had ever heard of. They lived so happily at 23 High Street for a good many years. My dad loved his wife, his new home and his life there. He was never happier than when family members came to stay and he could show them around the area. He was ...see more
I was born at 4 Juniper Way, Tilehurst 1962. I lived there until I was 9. I have such warm memories of that time although my memories appear more like snapshots as I was so young I remember some sounds of that time that have stayed with me. The electric motor and clinking of milk bottles from Job's Dairy, the wushing sound of the coal man filling our coal bunker with coal from the sack across his shoulder and ...see more
I moved to 71 Hildenborough Crescent, Allington, Maidstone, Kent in 1973 aged 10 years old. In the nine years I lived there I saw many changes. Parts of Allington were still being built. There were no houses built in between the frontage of the Mid Kent shopping centre ... it was just waste land later to become Foyle Close. There were no houses built lower than than Lullistone Road down Castle Road. The Quarry ...see more
I was lucky enough to live in the High Street in Tutbury in the 1960s and Tutbury Castle was my playground - we used to spend hours up there climbing on the walls and up the twisting stairs of the towers. One fond memory is one of my friends being dared to walk across the grille covering the well (quite deep, but almost empty) and getting her foot stuck. We had to take her shoe off and almost dropped it down ...see more
My Dad did his National Service at RAF Ely Hospital in 1953/4. We held a reunion at the weekend (27th Sept 08) in the Lamb Hotel which was attended by about 27 people. The Baron of Beef, the Rifleman's (on Lyn Road), the Cutter and the Minster were their favoured pubs. I would love to obtain photos from the 1950s especially of the Baron of Beef, which was at 13 Fore Hill. I understand its license was surrendered in 1958 ...see more
I moved to Westerham in 1954 from London aged 7.. the smogs were too much. I went to Hosey School and remember teachers, especially Mr Goldsmith. Memories include parading outside the school and raising our caps when Winston Churchill was driven by. Living in Granville Road I remember the Barnardo's children's home, in fact my mother used to do some domestic duties there. I was very friendly with Mrs ...see more
Castle Square of the 1950s and 60s had a vibrancy that is absent nowadays. This was because all of the local bus services terminated there and a constant stream of people dismounted to go about their business throughout the day. People from the hillside communities came to town to do their shopping, buy food, clothing, hardware etc. Families arriving from Liverpool on the coach would change here to ...see more
This early motor wagonette was probably operated by J. Fred Francis from Colwyn Bay to Old Colwyn for a three-penny fare until the coming of the Trams in March 1915. It succeeded a two horse omnibus which ran between the two locations eight times daily until about 1907. The horse bus was painted green and is likely to have been purchased and constructed in the Manchester area circa 1895-8 Francis was one of ...see more
I grew up in Methilhill from 52 onto 67. Had the best times there. I know as you look back, things look to have been better, but our days were better. As kids we were allowed to roam as long as we were back for tea time. We played on the rope swing at Purney Den? at the distillary, and down by the river. Never knew anyone to be worried about us. There were the potties as we called them, John Robb, ...see more
Does anyone have any memories or photgraphs of the church and or the church house next door? I know the Sheperd family lived in the house and that the Reverend Sheperd preached at the church, that's all I have (except that I know the church closed its doors as a place of worship a few years ago and nothing has happened to it since). Ken Edwards.
The first school of my life was in Brymbo where my father and his father and his father before him too had worked in the local steel works. The school teachers used to put out small beds in the playground in the afternoon and the entire school population would go to sleep in the open air. This was the lower church school (primary) and later I went to the school next door where Mr Fisher and Mr Tom Whomseley ...see more
When we were kids we used to holiday at East Runton nearly every year. We stayed with George and Mabel Bonney (and Trixie the dog) at Shepherds Cottage on the common. I think it was called Top Common. My Dad hired two beach huts from Walter Green - one of the fisherman - who used to sit at the bottom of The Gap mending his crab nets. What fun we used to have!! A marvellous clean beach with rock pools and, when ...see more
I remember the build up to the Silver Jubilee when we were all having a street party, it was great when all the neighbours came together to make it great. I lived on Two Butt Lane in Rainhill. It brought all of us together. It was so much fun. I lived there all my young days when we used to have big bonfires on the field, everyone came together to have fun. I had a great childhood there. I would like to visit again to see the changes.
John your memories of Blackboys Post Office bring back cherished memories of my own. I was fortunate to have lived in Brownings Cottages opposite the PO and at the age of ten I helped ?? to remove the counters and walls one Saturday afternoon, with yourself, your father and Mr Berry, who referred to me as FOREMAN.
My brother and myself came to Tondu in about 1955 from Brighton, Sussex, when my father who worked there had to come home because his father was very ill (my father's name was Robert Leonard Thomas and his father's name was Essex Thomas). We both went to the school by the side of the brickworks. We lived along where the old people's home is and opposite there was the woods where houses are built now. My ...see more
I went to Llwynderw Senior School. We used to spend our dinner money in town at Tuckers or in a cafe. The cafes used to do lovely steamed pies. When I came to Watford one day I was asked for an English coffee where I worked, he said it was made with water not milk. In Maesteg in the cafe we had lovely coffee.
When I was a girl we used to make dams in the river, and climb the mountain at the back of Duffryn Hotel at Coegnant colliery. It was a magic place to grow up in. I lived in Glanafon Terrace, and went to Tonna Road School. Horn was the place to get fish, chips, rissoles. Burgess the baker used to let people cook their Christmas cakes there. We went to Sunday School in Bethany and had outings with them, and at Whitsun we marched through the streets in our best clothes.
Having been born in Tooting Junction and schooled at Gorringe Park Middle School, I have many memories of Mitcham. However, until recently I was unaware that my ancestors lived on Figgs Marsh back in the 1840s, something I found out via the 1841 census. Does any one have any knowledge about what would have been there around this time and why a large group of people would have been living communally there, as ...see more
My father was the local postman until he had a serious accident at Middle Wallop. One of my memories of Nether Wallop was him telling me how it had snowed so hard on one occasion that when he delivered mail in School Lane where the wind blew in off the aerodrome he was dropping the mail through the upstairs windows of the houses there. Also being able to walk down to Mrs Salter's shop to buy 6 pennorth of sweets. I ...see more
I'm not a Pagham local but have visited the place many times over the last 20 or so years. I've always been intrigued by that old concrete structure at the southeast tip of Pagham Lagoon but have been unable to find a definitive answer as to its age or purpose. The most likely suggestion I've received is that it was a sluice built around 1876 when Pagham Harbour was reclaimed and sealed off from the sea ...see more
The Duchy Hotel brings back many fond childhood memories, at that time it was run by a gentleman called Joe, Uncle Joe to me and my sis. Yes, the staff were all convicts. I remember being pushed around on a large floor broom by one of the convicts working there, my dad was a prison officer at Dartmoor Prison at the time, Samual Bibby. I remember having a huge birthday party at the mess and Sunday dinners!, ...see more
I remember Shotley Gate 1954/55. I wish I could erase it from my memory. 12 months of sheer Hell at the infamous Ganges. I enjoyed my Naval Service and I did well, but Ganges almost defeated me. I danced a jig when they demolished the place! JW
Born 24th February 1947 at 66 Church Street Thurnscoe, one of the worst winters or so I was told. I went to Houghton Road Infants and Junior School. I remember Mrs Cook she was a little woman, her favourite weapon was the spindle from a chair, Mr Carr was a good bloke, he never hit me. I went to the Thurnscoe Hill in 1958 and left in 1962. Mr Buck had a bat with "Ouch" on one side and "Wow" on the other, ...see more
Hello, does anyone remember the Bedford Williams Store in Victoria Street, Wolverhampton? I was employed there in 1962 until about 1964 in the fabric department and I also worked on the button covering counter and stocking repairs. My supervisor's name was Miss Corkingdale. I would love to see if anyone remembers the store. I now live in Australia and I am trying to build a memory book about my life in ...see more
Used to love playing in the park on the swings, in the Sandpitand just generally walking about. Remember the Peacocks and other birds. Remember the Holiday at Home Weeks? All started with the procession from Parkgate through Rawmarsh up to the park. Lots to do in the park, entertainment on the Bandstand. There was also a similar procession on Bonfire Night. Everyone carried lit torches which were then thrown on the ...see more