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I saw the old hop scotch in Battle Hill,
when out on tonights walk.
I had a flashback of wor Sandra,
Scrolling numbers with some chalk.
Ali Ridley, Lesley Gibson, and other lassies roond wor way.
Would wear their Dunlop Greenflash,
and hop scotch here sometimes all day.
Those chalk marks have long since faded,
but in my memory linger still.
I still recall that sweet sweet laughter,
Of friends and neighbours on "The Hill!"
We sailed a ship on concrete oceans.
Well over forty years ago.
Imagination fuelled the voyages,
To far flung places we would go.
These days she's firmly anchored,
Surplus to childrens needs.
So sad to see her list to port,
Amongst a sea of weeds.
Having had a great neet oot,
on just twenty quid or less.
I'd boonce aleng the High Street,
until I reached Kebab Express.
Ad pull oot all me loose change,
and through my lucid gaze.
I would slaver on and dither,
With all the other drunken strays.
"Take it oot of the son"
I'd say with an ootstretched hand.
To John behind the coonter,
he could always understand.
They always did fantastic pizzas,
and tasty ...see more
Catching Bumble Bees in coffee jars,
and Sticklebacks in bowls.
Kicking the tops off Moth balls,
catching newts and water vowels.
Chasing after Butterflies,
magnifying slugs.
Gazing up at starry skies,
collecting Lady Bugs.
Plodging in the clearest stream,
Wellies squelching in the mud.
I'd love to be that boy once more,
if i only could.
We seemed to have so little then,
but things aren't always how ...see more
Sat just off Byker High Street,
On this cold and wet March day.
The intermittent windscreen wipers,
On the car wash rain away.
The patter on the car roof,
Of the raindrops as they fall.
Remind me of the caravan,
When I was only very small.
Fortunate am I to close my eyes,
And transport anywhere with ease.
Why stay in rainy Byker?
I can go any place I please!
James Bridgewood,
On this cold and windy winters day,
we will gather all as one.
Trying to find the words to say,
now that one of us is gone.
There will be much sadness,many tears,
a sombre mood throughout.
The friends Daz made over the years,
will show their grief no doubt.
But afterwards this the mood will lift,
like the early morning dew
For as the crowds all file away,
all the folk that Darren knew,
Will all meet up in ...see more
They knocked the Boys Club down today,
folks came from far and wide.
To see it come down brick by brick,
and reminisce with pride.
They knocked the Boys Club down today,
if you drive past in your car.
That famous landmark's gone for good,
all that's left's a giant scar.
They knocked the Boys Club down today,
it was more than bricks and beams.
As it came crashing to the ground,
so did a thousand ...see more
Eyes closed I can recall at will...
my childhood spent at Battle Hill..
As I walked amongst those tall tall trees,
it stirred a thousand memories.
The Steel Igloo, swings,and triple bars,
the plough made out of twinkling stars.
Denis in his big red van,
was a truly charismatic man!
The owl hooting in the hawthorn tree,
became a nightly thing for me.
The daddy long legs in the bath,
pitch and toss ,the ...see more
If I could have picked the ideal weather,
for my walk home from work today.
It just could not have been improved upon,
it was perfect in every way.
A clear blue sky,bright sunshine,
not a breath of wind throughout.
As I set foot outside in Kenton,
then I traced my usual route.
Warm Autumn sun upon my face,
and in my step a kind of spring.
As I walked through my old stomping ground,
I wondered ...see more
Great Britain is in disarray,
I've never seen the likes.
Worse than when Thatcher telt us Geordies,
to get on wa bikes.
They closed the yards and factories,
we had them by the score,
These places now just memories,
of better times before.
Ten thousand men walked up Swan's bank,
with cloth caps and haversacks,
Now there's only cold winds blowing ,
down that old deserted path.
The sweet factory on Norham ...see more
Just opposite the Buddle School,
There stands paper shop,
Throughout my youth I as a rule,
Would almost daily stop.
From Nineteen seventy seven,
Until the Eighties took their bow.
This shop was ran by Tommy,
Sadly no longer with us now.
He looked like a young James Coburn,
With his smile and year round tan.
We all thought the world of Tommy,
Such a charismatic man!
The heart of our community,
Is where all ...see more
ODE TO WALLSEND
I was born at Wallsend Village green in the heart of Wallsend Town,
I spent my childhood in an era great to be around,
We all grew up together and played in our back lanes,
My cousins and my neighbours in the shadows of the cranes.
At the top of each old terraced street there stood a corner shop,
I often spent my pennies there on Black Jack chews and pop.
The last sweet shop to ply its ...see more
When I first moved to Easebourne parish I lived in Moor Lodge; my dad was a cowman on Moor Farm. My friends were Bobby Etherington, John Shotter,and Freddie Misslebrook .When my dad retired we moved to the top flat in the Priory. I went to Easebourne School with Ted Muller,Colin(willy) Dummer, Ian Kiernan, Colin West, Dennis (buddy) Karn. I was in the church choir with some of them. When it ...see more
I lived at No.10, loved the Sunday afternoon football match up on the hill. Some days we would have 30 adults/kids, god help you if you kicked ball down the hill! There was only one public phone in middle of village, if it rang you answered it and walked to persons house and told them they was wanted on the phone. 1965 - I was dux of school, won a bronze medal for art at Glasgow Art Gallery.
I was brought up on Ackworth Road opposite the Park. The park was my playground from being about 4. I remember Mr Cole the park-keeper ,the grotty toilets and the old men's cosy corner.
I was born in Quarella Road Hospital in Bridgend, but grew up on Cwmdu Street, Maesteg. Often went to the top of the street to get sweets and pop for myself, and a fresh gooseloaf for my mother.
I remember it as a very happy time and place to grow up, with plenty of local friends, and a safe environment.
I was born at number 15 Swan Street before my parents moved next door, No.14. My family had people living all around the area, maternal in Swan Street/ Hargreave and paternal, from Model Place. We had a shop on virtually every corner and of every type within a couple minutes walk. Billy Ramsdales was next to us, a pleasant version of Arkwrights store; opposite was the Chippy and in the ...see more
I grew up in Kenley Oak Cottages, Little Roke Road. I went to Roke Primary and Senior School. I was also a member of the St James youth club which met on Wednesday evenings and once a month had a Saturday night event. I remember Grimes the bakers (we could get yesterday's cakes for a couple of pennys, and Marge's sweet shop where my grandma would buy me a candy stick for 1 penny. Long hot summers....! We used ...see more
I remember walking from Roke Primary School to swimming lessons at Reedham Orphanage. The pool did not look very inviting, I only went a couple of times.
I found an old postcard of Porthminster Beach recently in a charity shop in Devon. I was intrigued by the message, it was addressed to a Miss Johnson at Pedn Olva House and something tragic had obviously happened as it talked of being 'verily verily sad' and 'great sorrow'. I would love to know more, or even to pass it on to the family.
My mum, Georgina Saville, was born in Gt Clifton on Dec 23rd 1923, she lived in William Street. She is now 90 years old with severe alzheimers. I can remember going there every Easter and staying with my grandmother Riuth Owens. I still have a aunty Margaret who still lives in Gt Clifton.
I spent most of my younger life in Bexleyheath, we lived in Oaklands Road. I went to Upton Road Primary School, I remember that the Head Teacher was Miss Hughes. From there I went on to Bexleyheath Secondary Modern School for Boys, in Graham Road. I remember Mr Piper, Mr Bottomley, Mr Klien (History), Mr Cullem (English), Mr Morgan (French), Mr Locke (Sports), Mr Glover and Mr Jones (Metalwork), Mr ...see more
Three small roadside cottages existed on the roadside below the Pentre Farm; at this time occupied by Robert Edwards, Hawker, his children, his sister Sally, and old Mary Edwards. Collectively known as 'the Sugars', the original family had occupied the cottages for 100 years previously. Also listed as 'general dealers' by trade, they travelled the county of Montgomery and surrounding ...see more
I moved to 81 Walmington Fold when I was 7 and a half .Went to Frith Manor School.Then I went to Hillside School, had a really happy time in Finchley. Then at 14 and half I moved to Stamford Hill where I was born, stayed friends with Judith Holmes all this time. We went to Frith Manor together. Even though I had left Hillside I came up every day from Stamford Hill to go there and left at 15 in 1965.
Salcombe of the past.
My wife, Florence May Wilkinson (nee Davies) stayed in Southowram circa 1940 with a Grandpa Farrar. He was an elderly gentleman, quite deaf, and he used to read aloud from his Bible – whilst Florence hid under the large table listening. He had a great influence on her life. He still taught in a non-conformist Sunday School in the village. Florence’s Aunt was in service to him – the house was in a terrace.
I used to go there all time when I was young and even took my own children, it was the best shame when it went.
I have many fond memories of visiting my late grandma Edith Smith when she lived in the prefabs in Tealby Walk. Love listening to stories from my mum Lesley of her childhood growing up there with her sisters; Glenys and sadly the now late Susan and Janet. If anybody remembers them or has any pictures of the prefabs or memories, please get in touch. My mum 'n grandma worked at Birdseye for a long time and all the girls attended Chelmsford Girls School in the 50's/60's.
The picture shown is of the junction with Main Road and Victoria Street, Windermere. The nearest building is obviously the Queen's Hotel (still there) and the one behind it is the Oakthorpe. To get to Orrest Head from here, take the right fork to the top of the hill where it joins the main A591, cross the road, and take the winding path to the left of the Windermere ...see more
Walter was at Stanhope Castle until 1953, does anyone have a memory of him? I am assisting him with his life story.
Does anyone remember the Childrens Home in Lower Wick, it was demolished in 1974?
I remember the Debden and Loughton Rockers on motorbikes and Mods on scooters.
They used to come to St Barnabas Youth Centre on Friday nights. Would love to know what became of Alan Flanges and his friends, David and Keith. Good lads enjoying their youth, never any trouble. Alan used to ride a scooter and motor bike.
I was born in 1938 at Higham Square - to the left down Well St (demolished in the 40's) then moved to Astley Street where we played on the sand hills and Gin Pit yard pushing railway wheels. I went to the Upper George St School and can remember all the teachers names still. Often they used to run lots of cows from the railway yard past our school to the local abattoirs with a lady on a white horse in front. Mr ...see more
I'm not sure if I'm right about this but I think that for a while our Matron, Mary Powell, lived here in the cottage opposite the hospital gates. In 1963, after we had sat our final exams, a small group of us were invited over for coffee. We were in fear of this lady and her enormous frilly lace hat, but she was very pleasant to us as we sat in her chintzy parlour sipping from her best china. We had a post office in the hospital grounds, near the shop and the laundry.
In 1955 I was 4 years old - I grew up in this street No. 50 Victoria Rd - that house is not in shot but further down the road toward Station Rd & The Prince Consort. I went to Netley Infants school on the corner of Victoria Rd & Station Rd. I rode my trike around the block doing wheelies around the corner of New Rd & Victoria Rd - once knocking a poor old lady off her feet - what a terror!
Memories..... of being a student nurse Sept 61-63. The nurses home. The long corridor. The beds on wheels. The white starched collar cutting into my neck. Sister Piper. Sister Rowlands. The Saturday evening dances at the Army camp. Dilute gin and orange. The the Burma Road home. The Derwen. The EMS. Trying to sleep on night duty. The pay phone in the corridor. The train line past the end of ...see more
I was born in 1946 and lived in Caldbeck Avenue. When I was 6 on the way to Cheam Common School one morning I was running trying to keep up with a motorcycle and ran into this lamp post and split my head open. The motorcyclist put me in his sidecar and took me to St Anthony's Hospital where a nurse stitched me up and gave me a jelly baby for being brave - I still have the scar. My father grew exhibition ...see more
My granddad, Charlie Davies, owned the post office and it was where my dad, Arfon Davies, was born. When my grandad died it was taken over by my Auntie Nellie, my dad's sister. My brothers, Gwyn, Iwan and Geraint came to the post office often with my dad. I remember being the centre of attraction as we were different as we came from outside the village. In the 1950's I remember the village being a busy ...see more
My dad was manager at Deniably Main in the early 1960s; he'd started work at 14 and come from a very poor background, so to move into the big house on Station Road was quite something for him. As a child I would go round the pit yard on a Saturday morning with my dad. The best part for me was riding on the odd locomotive or spending time with Bill Bisby, the horseman who tended to all the pit ponies. He would ...see more
I was delighted to find this lovely photo of Aberystwyth on the website of The Francis Frith Collection, as it was taken in 1925 – the same year my grandparents got married and went to Aberystwyth on their honeymoon! I imagine they must have looked very like the people in this view.
Cenarth, on the River Teifi, is set in a spectacular gorge with a number of waterfalls, and is famous as one of the last places in Britain where licensed coracles were used, both for salmon fishing and (as seen in this view) sheep dipping by the side of the village bridge. This photo shows sheep being washed prior to shearing, supervised by farmers using traditional coracles to guide them across the ...see more
I left the village in 1948, to join my parents, Cyril and Gladys Jones, and sister Pam who had moved to Gravesend, Kent. I had attended the Lawn following years at Abertysswg School, before going to Caerleon for my teacher training. The Army followed; 2 years in the East Yorkshire Regiment mostly spent in Vienna. Demob came and I went to join my parents in Kent, find a job and Dulcie who was to ...see more
I was baptised in the Parish Church just beyond the trees on the left. My sister-in-law lived in the cottage on the far right - almost next to the Vicarage garden. In the late 40's and 50's I used to walk to Church Street from my home in Foxlands Crescent quite often. Haircuts in the barbers nearer the top of Crown Street - hay and bran and other animal food from the corn chandlers on the left as you ...see more
My father was building the Power Station at Shoreham in the fifties and we had a tent here for many Summer months. The lads use to dare me to go to the Wardens control tower and say I was lost! They used to humour me and broadcast my name over the tanoy system on the high tower - they never tired of this game! I was watching a guy named Ralph hitting a golf ball on the grass and I stood too close behind his club and was ...see more
I spent many a summer at this level crossing as my grandmother, Kate Griffiths, lived in the house at the far end of the terrace. In fact the man you can see in this photo of 1965 standing in his garden is my grandfather, Owen Griffiths. It always brings back memories of childhood with me and my brother helping to open and shut the gates every time the train came. We used to be able to name all the engines ...see more
When I was under 7 in the late 1950's my parents & I lived in Offerton cottages just down the road from what my mother used to call the "Pretty House". The couple who lived there were a Mr & Mrs Dowdswell ( I may have got the spelling wrong). My parents were friends of the Dowdswell's and I remember going into the cottage. I can remember saying to my mother that there were even pictures in the ...see more
I attended Embleton Infants School and Embleton Junior Mixed School which were structurally attached but otherwise separate from September 1957 until July 1963. At that time the staff were very respectable and I liked almost all the teachers. The headmistress of Embleton Infants School was Miss Reece (this was how she was addressed but I never saw her name spelt). She was a middle aged ...see more
William Brothers on the corner of Ealing Road, Garners Bakery at the top of the steps leading down to Station Grove which is where I lived until 1956. We could hear the cheers from the football matches at the Stadium. Radio Rentals, Blands linen shop which was still there a few years ago. Wembley police station, the three cinemas; the Wembley Hall, the Majestic and The Regal.
George Dyson Fudge was in the RAF volunteer force and is recorded as having died in Little Stoke in 1941. Was he shot down? Did he crash his plane before he could land at one of the RAF bases nearby? Does anyone have any memories of such an incident or are there any records?
Can anybody please tell me the name of the pit(s) that was/were closest to Arthur Street in Crook during the period 1925-1935?
Hi, my name is Yvette (maiden name was Beaney), does anyone remember my nan and granddad, Ernest and Cissy Beaney, who ran the village shop that has now been turned into a house? My dad Don and his brother Lionel did local deliveries from the shop, there was a cottage at the back of the shop where I lived with my parents for a while. I was very young when they left Bethersden but can remember being in the shop with my nan and visiting some of her friends.
It is 1959 and I have been looking at a pair of Winkle Picker shoes (pointed toe shoes) in the window. I now have the money to get them £59/11, nearly three pounds. I enter the shop and try them...my they feel good. I walk home to Studley Grange Road with them in their box and carefully un-box them in my bedroom. I was on the edge of adulthood.
I meet one of my friends, he is going fishing, it is around 6:30pm. We go down Green Lane to the canal and turn right over the River Brent. He starts to fish between the locks. Mr Hunt from Studley Grange Road passes and says hello, he is walking his dog. I think to myself he is very content, perhaps he has cracked the meaning of life. I tell my friend I am just popping over to the railway. One ...see more
My striking memory of the Bunny Park was feeding the rabbitts lettuce and carrots. Later I explored under the Warncliffe viaduct. We played football there with the school (St Marks) also our sports day were there.
I remember Hounslow High St for all the shoe shops. Hounslow was the place to go for shoes. People used to walk up and down the High St in the evening. Later on I remember Hounslow Ricky Tick, saw many great groups there in the sixties. It was opposite the bus garage.
I remember that market square very well indeed. At that time I was taking my girlfriend from Stockwell Teachers Training College to my house to meet my parents for Sunday dinner in my father's Hillman Minx. Feeling very grown up and pretending that it was my car, came round that corner you see there careful to look in the direction of the traffic coming from my left, when I was brought to a dead stop. The noise was ...see more
I lived in the prefabs during the war, lots of memories like my friend Ralph Binney. We spent our holidays working for nothing on the large farm opposite our prefab on the upper estate (there was also a lower estate). The farm was owned by Griffin Mills whose house was on the Pontypridd Road. It was a large farm. Ralph and I helped to get the horses in from the fields first thing and harness them up ...see more
I remember the Borough Hotel, mainly because it was a Duttons house and they sold their spirits in 1/5 of a gill, when all the other pubs gave 1/6th gill (same price).
I'm looking for any information on Maes Mawr Hall around 1950; I believe Norman Edwards lived there with Lucy Collins and they had a son called Keith. If anyone has any info I would be grateful.
I'm trying to find anything or anyone who knows about my ancestors; Harry and his brothers, Fred & William Winder, who lived here in the late 1880's.
I remember the school well, I was there from 1966 - 1970. I remember all the Merediths, Miss Close, Miss Norman, Paddy Rice, Mr Mumford and Mr Johnson the head master. I would love to meet up with some of the people I went to the school with. If anyone is out there that went there in these years please contact me. I would love to hear from anyone, we had some great times there. Please make contact if you were there, look forward to hearing from anyone.
I can remember moving to Sinderby Close to a brand new house from Waterloo. Only shops were then Rossington Avenue. As kids we watched Leeming Road shops being built. I now live in Hersham but often go back to the wood to see my brother and sister. How the town has changed. My close friends them days were Gordon Sharp, Terry Perkins, Tommy Walker, Ian Walker, Alan (ginger) Reynolds, Frank Campbell and Jack Lovesay who I understand sadly passed. Be nice to hear from old locals on the site.
I was born in Esh Winning in 1949, dad Bob White and mum Alice Eddy. Mum's family had 2 of the chip shops and the garage, but dad's family were from Hamilton Row. I remember living in South Terrace before getting our first house with an inside toilet in Fir Terrace and then in Dene Park, which I left in 1968. My mum continued to live there through till her death in 1995. Our neighbours there ...see more
I am trying to find old photos or maps of 50 Meden Bank, Station Hill, Nr Mansfield, from 1920's to 1935 any thing related to that area, where my mum grew up.She always had fond memories of growing up there.
Phew, so long ago. Mrs Ozols the music teacher and Mr Wilson the english teacher. I live in America now, wish they had reunions like in America.
Pictured is the spot in New London Road where I used to wait for the school bus to Moulsham Schools. On the left was the Slyths Monumental Showroom full of sample headstones. If it was raining I would shelter in there out of the rain. To the left of Slyths (out of shot) were the Congregational church schoolrooms. I believe that the Boys Brigade were located there and on Sundays they could be seen marching their band down New London Road towards the Congregational church.
School playtime was prolonged on many occasions by up to half an hour. At the end of playtime the school bell was supposed to ring out. It rarely did because we would climb up the pole and place a dodd of wet paper between the hammer and the bell, so there was no sound. This was at Kilbirnie Central, Do you remember this?
The Sugar Bowl was always an open air pool and never an indoor one. We considered this pool 'posh' probably as it was more expensive than The Galleon, but it was nice to swim there as a treat. I now live in Somerset with family in Banstead but I understand the Galleon is no longer in existence but what about the Surrey Yeoman? That was my watering hole when it was run by Oscar Collier and his son Richard (Dick).
I was born at 36a Brasenose Rd, above McCanns general shop. My sister, Belinda Hughes, brother Teddy and myself all went to St Alexander's school. We lived there with my nana, Belinda Townsend. We had two bedrooms between seven of us; 5 of us in one room, 3 kids in one bed and mum an dad in another. My parents, Ted and Kay Hughes, drank in the Hangmans Pub, you could hear them singing on their way down the road. ...see more
As I lived in Banstead I had to walk or catch the 80 or 80a to Burgh Heath in order to swim with my school friends from Burgh Heath, Walton on Hill or Lower Kingswood - most of whom attended Picquets Way school. Does anyone remember our Headmaster Mr Spearing with the nickname of Chewy and the maths master Baldy Hutton? Back to the Galleon, at the end of the balcony there was a café, I was always ...see more
Just able to use this ipad as I am somewhat of a Luddite. Having googled the club I thought I would express my happy memories of the Sunday morning 25 mile time trials at Wiversfield and then off on the Sunday run from Cuckfield for 80 or more miles with pints and pie for lunch, a tea stop and back to the White Harte to finish with beer! I remember various charactors: Arthur and his sister, Cedric, John ...see more
My paternal family owned the nursery/market garden in Ambleside prior to and after the war, their house is now the Glava Restaurant. My maternal family owned High Wray Bank on the other side of the Lake. I was bought up with so many tales, especially of my late father John Milligan and the antics that he and his brother Tony would get up to. One tale being how the two of them would row across the lake to Wray Bay and ...see more
I left Crossley & Porter school in 1963 and went to work as a trainee dispensing optician
at Rayner & Keeler, 20 Fountain Street, Halifax. Next door was a bespoke tailors named Tillets. Our shop was very small and when Tillets retired in about 1968, Rayners moved into their premises which were much larger. Next door was the Hebble Bus Co. booking office. A gents hairdresser, who was across the road (Jim ...see more
I attended Lawrence Weston Comprehensive School from September 6, 1963 until February 1969. Although I had passed my 11 Plus examination very highly (highest in the southwest of England) and wanted to go to Clifton College my parents could not afford the fees, and other schools I favoured were either full or too far away so I reluctantly came here. My disfavour was because pupils of ...see more
I lived in Clayton Street. I remember playing in the street - rounders where our ball kept bouncing against the gable end of Mrs Lowndes house in Meadow Lane, and she wasn't happy! We had no gardens and we all played in the street. There was an air raid shelter built on spare ground opposite our house, it wasn't very substantial and we used to play hide and seek around and in it... I used to do odd ...see more
My only son, James ,was born in Glenroyd Maternity Hospital in March 1964 weighing in at a tiny 5lb 4 oz. In the next bed, I had made friends with a lady whose mammoth son born a day later, weighing 17lbs! I promised that my Jamie would take care of her boy in the hospital nursery and make sure he wasn't bullied by the 'big boys'. The lady, a great fan of the Western series of the time, decided to call her son ...see more
I was born at Glen Andred which is situated just beyond the Groombridge cemetery, which was just beyond the pumping station. There was Dad, Mum, Gran and my brother, Paddy. After 6 months we all moved to Forge Gate Crossing which was for the traffic wanting to cross the railway line at Forge Farm, and was between Birchden and Eridge. Dad returned to the army after his escape from Dunkirk the previous ...see more
FAMILY STATIONED AT STREENSALL CAMP
I lived in Balham for many years, and when my Nan came to visit, her first request was a trip to a little shop near the market that sold 'old fashioned' knickers, stays, liberty bodices etc, I have fond memories of that lovely little shop sadly long gone now, but cant remember the name, can anyone help to jog my memory.
My family and I lived in the old houses along the canal, there was a large archway leading into what we called the big yard, I was very small and can still remember the smell of the coal trains as we stood on the bridge and breathed in the dirty smoke from their chimneys. Bonfire night was a treat and we used to carve faces out of big turnips and put a candle inside. Our house was dark and ...see more