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I lived just behind the Duke's Head from 1945 till the late 60's, and I believe this was where my parents met before World War II. My dad was working as a part time barman and my mother was sent by my grandmother to inform my grandfather, that it was time for him to drink up and get himself home for his tea! Mr Parker, the pub landlord in the 50's used to keep a dog called Duke. He was a friendly ...see more
I'm not sure whether this church was called Christchurch or Christ's Church; but as I recall it was originally a Presbyterian church which merged with, the then Congregational Church in Holmwood Gardens to form the United Reformed Church. Christchurch was then closed and remained empty for many years until it was sadly demolished to make way for Sainsbury. Incidentally, seeing the old concrete lamp posts in this ...see more
I am currently living in a middle of a field in Breatherdale. Betherdale will always will be in my memories because it is the place I grew up. When I was little Bretherdale was a lush green place to be! But as I got older I saw this magical place around me change, as if all the happiness had left. The fells are ruined by the people who come with their 4x4's and motorbikes. The lush forests that ...see more
This is taken from where Penfolds boathouse was later built. I used to help out at weekends and school holidays. Sid Penfold would slip me a pound or two for helping hire out the punts and skiffs.
I went to St Augustine's school in Albert road and then to St James in Baker St. Weybridge.
I used to watch the man in the signal box turn a large wheel similar to a ship's wheel to close the gates. Cyclists used to aim for the gap as they got closer together. Motorists became very impatient when a train came from both Weybridge and the Chertsey direction, and the gates remained closed for several minutes.
Hi What a wonderful Norfolk Village and church. My 3x great uncle Rear Admiral Robert Bloye, retired with his wife Sarah and lived in the village in about 1830. He was apparently an active member in the church and local community. This is about the sum total of my knowledge of him .Can any one help ? Sheila Elliott
When we moved from Wales I lived at the fairly extensive Sayes Court Farm caravan park off Liberty Hall Lane, before we settled in Addlestone Park Ave (defined by the statues of knights at the top). At 15, I went to work at Vickers Armstrong - now BAE. After attending their secretarial school I was placed in the sub-contracts dept. I loved to see all the logos of the Airlines of the World being ...see more
I think I was around 6 or 7 when I went by coach to visit my grandmother in Bebington. My mother was Beryl (Betty) Mottershead, and going by her birth certificate she was born in 1923 at 20 Easton Road, Bebington to a William and Edith Mottershead, who died when she was very young. I don't think she had any brothers or sisters but I think there are a few relations of mine out there, as I can remember some ...see more
My mother & I were rushed into the cellar of the 'George Hotel' which was opposite Woolworths which took a direct hit. We came out afterwards and I was rushed home from what seemed quite an adventure for me, but it was 35+- years after that I had a sudden flashback and realized how lucky we were, as several people were killed that day. Not long after another bomb dropped close to us on a ...see more
My childhood memories of Edmundbyers have been with me all my life really. My mum & dad, aunty, uncle and cousin used to holiday in a tiny caravan on farmer Edon Sanderson's field. This was before the Derwent Reservoir was built. Our dad's used to use our 6 weeks summer holiday to take us up to the caravan and we would spend an idyllic few weeks there. Our sunny days (they actually were very sunny days then) ...see more
I attended Albury school from 1941 to 1948. The headmaster was Mr Wareham, 2 other teachers were ;Miss Vokins and Miss Kemp. I lived in Little London and walked to school as did most of the pupils. I remember shops in the village; Pratts Stores, King the Bakers, Parfrey's Garage, chemist shop, (Mr Francis was the Pharmacist). The Post Office cum shop was run by the Misses Fuller, and I ...see more
Does anyone remember the Gayways club in Northampton, High Street? I used to go there to see pop bands like Dave Dee, the Hollies and numerous other rock and pop groups! It had nothing to do with actually being Gay, it was just the name of the venue...oh times have changed. I think it was run by a man called Stan and his wife, the building was very dark and full of hidden rooms, to hide ...see more
I was born at Caroland Close and then moved to Bridge House next to John Childs garage; in those days owned by my grandad, Mathew Ward, where my mother worked in the office.
My cousins lived nearby and great fun was had in grandad's orchard, at Woolpack Hill and the village green. When we returned from infant school time was spent in Pemsey farm apple orchards where my mother picked apples. My father worked for Ronnie Martin at Smeeth. I can remember going to feed the horses at Jeanes stables.
My grandmother worked as a nurse at the Royal Arsenal and was killed by a V1 flying bomb on July 27th 1944; she was in the Taylors shop at the time. 4 killed and 73 wounded. Unfortunately Daisy swopped duty with another that day - fateful day. I am looking for any information about that day or in fact any information or photos of this place. I would be most grateful.
This is an extract from a story I wrote after taking some Dutch students to France in 1992 it includes youthful memories especially of Eastbrook School and it's staff.
July 1962 (or there about). Vaguely do I remember my schooldays many years ago in Dagenham on the outskirts of London. Dagenham was not, and quite likely still isn't, a very inspiring place to live. Like many suburban industrial towns, which ...see more
I was born at the Bearstead Memorial Hospital in 1946 and lived on Hurstfield Road for my first 5 years, then moved to Weston Avenue. That house backed on to Hurst Park racecourse and I used to love to look over the fence to see all the jockeys pretty colours, and would say hello to Gordon Richards and Lester Piggott as they came out of the loo, which was just behind our fence! The racecourse ran over the ...see more
Just wondering if anyone reading this would know anything of the Quicks of Plymtree, just before 1900. Mary Ann Quick married Frank Prigg in the Parish Church. Would love to hear from anyone knowing information re the above. Valerie Bradey
My family found a bottle washed up on the beach with a letter from an American boy who had tossed it overboard from a cruise ship off the Irish coast. We wrote to him and he came and stayed with us when his family were on holiday in London. His family were originally from Hungaria.
I was born in Croydon 1947. The only house that I remember living at was Bridle road, I went to Benson Jr. School. My Mum, worked at Mechanism in Croydon and I can remember riding the bus from school to Croydon on half days, where my Mum would meet me. I remember shopping at Surrey Street market, my Mum had a relative named Hodder who ran a market stall. We went to Canada in 1954. I ...see more
My memories of St Peter’s school South Weald - starting in 1956(?)
I started, in what I seem to remember as the ‘pre-fab’ classroom in the lower playground with, I believe, Mrs Fox as my first teacher. We had slates and chalks to start with before being allowed to use pencils. There were rubber mats which we took outside for PE and ‘bean bags’ for throwing and catching. There was a small wall and steps up ...see more
My father came up from Wales to work at Blenheim as a youngster.He was born in 1922 and he started work as a teenager, I think. His first name was Edward, but as there was another already in post, so they called him by another name. Apparently the staff were responsible for taking him for his first pint! I do not know how long he was there, but he had tales of swimming in the lake, of the family going to Scotland leaving a skeleton staff with a deliciously full pantry. I wish I knew more!
Many happy years in Sutton, especially in Sutton swimming baths, when my dad used to
cycle with me on the crossbar of his bike, from Beauchamp Rd. He taught me to swim when I was about 8, that's when they had diving boards. The days before 'health n safety'. The pool attendant was a bloke who wore a white jacket, and always wore wellies. If he spotted us boys near the girls cubicles "seperate sides for boys " he would ...see more
Looking for family members of James Marshall who was married to Annie McLellan and lived in OLd Luce in the 1880s. Daughters; Mary Marshall (b.1883) died in Glasgow married to William Edgar b 1883 in Keir, Dumfriesshire, Maggie and Samuel McLellan Marshall b 1873 at Old Luce, Wigtown, any info on family members please to Derek Dickson.
Like Marion DelFavero, I remember Trevor Hughes. He used to sit on the fountain steps in the middle of market square. My brother was in 'the Force' in those days and he used to say when the weather was really bad you could expect Trevor in for the night. Apparently a very clever man who fell on to hard times for the love of a woman...so rumour has it. Certainly a favourite character of the times, many photo's taken with him.
I have a lot of memories, some good some not so good. I arrived in Torrington employed as a fireman by British Rail, this was a year or two before the demise of steam and indeed the Torrington /Barnstable branch line. I lodged in New Street for a week or two, eventually moving to more comfortable digs. I met and married a local girl (alas we later parted), but never the less, it was a great time in ...see more
My mum (Win) worked in Parsons the hardware shop and also the grocers. I remember helping out a couple of times with grocery deliveries by riding the big black bicycle with a large basket on the front which was stacked with cardboard boxes. Very heavy to ride! My mum used to cut bacon on their big slicer and customers asked for a special cut number for the thickness they liked. I learned to cut big drums of cheese ...see more
My grandparents lived at No.29 Distillery Road; their names were Thomas and Amy Passey but known as Tama and Cath. My dad, James (Jim), and his sister Lilian (Lily) lived there as well and I have fond memories of going there as a child. I too, have a picture of the Coronation party, my grandad dressed up as a woman and he is clearly seen two people up, from the lady with the tea urn. Great days when ...see more
Can anyone help? I am looking for a photo of the above place where my Granny and the family lived in 1911, their address was 13 Craigmiller Building, Lymonds Wynd Ayr. I always thought this address was King Street, Ayr could be that King Street is where Spion Kop was?
Green Top School - Mrs Bell, headmistress and Mrs Downes (many a child was leathered by her) and I can still hear her screaming nearly 60 years on - bless her. Lessons out on the grass in summer, school dinners by the gate near the old club. School trip to York Railway Museum; Kenny Martin, Peter Kay, David Machin, Andrew Matchett, Peter Wright and many more. Assemblies in the main hall and dare you go ...see more
My sister was baptised in Ottershaw Church on a bitterly cold day in early 1959!
The 'modern' building in the middle of the picture is the telephone exchange not blending in with the rest of the scenery! The bus stop was for Weybridge's only 'red' bus route the 219 from Kingston Bus Garage to Weybridge Station or during working hours extended to Vickers Aircraft factory, then British Aircraft Corporation now defunct. Not visible in the picture, but to the right of the cars is ...see more
This is a view looking toward the High Street - what looks like two brick memorials (on the left) is the entrance to the cottage hospital. On the opposite side of the road is the bus stop where I use to catch the bus to visit my grandparents in Ottershaw, about 5 miles away. About the time of this photograph or shortly after, behind the bus stop, is where the 'new' library was built replacing the old ...see more
Does anyone have any memories of the Plumb or Spicer family from Hunstanton.
When I was a young girl my dad used to work on the trawlers out of Lowestoft. I remember getting a telegram for my birthday from him when he was at sea on the Suffolk Warrior. His name was Cecil but everyone called him 'Skip', he came from Hunstanton in Norfolk. He has recently died and I wonder if anyone from the days of the trawlers remembers him.
I was born in Newsham in 1952 and then moved to Malvins Close shortly after my sister Joyce was born at the end of 1953. I t was a great place to live and Ken Dawson and I roamed all over the place: the beach, Humford Woods, Plessey Checks, the staithes, the piers, Seaton Sluice without a care in the world. Morpeth Road School then the old and new Grammar schools led to University and eventually a ...see more
Fred Farmer, my father, had the Brewers Arms at the top of the hill, just before going down hill into Horndean. Just opposite the pub was a small school and to the end of WW2 a German aircraft crashed into the roof. Would anyone know of this good old pub?
I was baptised in this church and belonged to the Youth Club. The Vicar at that time, was Rev. Welch, and 'Doc' ran the Youth Club. After church on Sundays we all used to go into the pub for a shandy, including the verger. I have the photo above, on my wall here in my home in New Zealand....I noticed that some of the lovely buildings next to the church have been removed and the trees have gone.
My friend lived in the caretakers flat ,'Lingley', (not shown in photo). We used to go to the 'Tech Dances' which were held once a month in the winter months. We were all members of the Parish Youth Club, our summer evenings would be sometimes spent playing rounders in the park on Greyhound Hill, and a shandy in the Greyhound after. I married a New Zealander and moved to NZ, I have been back a few times.
Hi my name is Robert Elliott, shortly after marrying Sheila (nee Bissell) in 1963 we moved onto the new housing estate on Cedar Drive. I had lived in a council house in Brook Street, Erith. Not only did we live in a brand new house, we just loved the surrounding countryside. I commuted into Victoria Station and we started our family along with many other newly weds. It became known as Nappie Valley- a great ...see more
The record shop in Welling High Street was called Eric Spencers. My brother used to buy a lot of records there. We lived in Northdown Road from about 1957. I moved away in 1998
This photo is very special to me as it has my late grandad on it. I myself grew up in Shilbottle and have many memories of the pub. I used to have sleepovers there with two girls whose parents ran the pub in the 60's/70's. It was only one small bar then and later on they pulled the old outbuildings down and stables to make way for the lounge and car park. Previous landlords kept horses in the stable so the car park ...see more
In relation to Reform Street and the city square on Friday/Saturday nights. We boys and our latest girlfriends (only if you had a car) used to meet and have a drag race either up Reform Street and back or a race from city square out under the rail bridge and back - obviously when the local bobbies were absent of course! I remember a Ford Anglia with a Lotus engine dropped in it being the main car to beat - easy for a bike, but not on the riverside run - four wheels were better....great
fun!
l was born in Sandyford. l spent hours of my childhood in Brook Street, Brown Lees. My grandad, Harry Booth, worked down the Victoria Pit. l remember seeing the miners on their way home with faces blackened by coal dust. l remember meadows of wild flowers, in spring there were bluebells. l remember Biddulph Old Hall and The Chinese Gardens. Dad to take us for walk up the Mow Cop Castle on a sunny Sunday, took a picnic ...see more
My brother and I went to a camp organised by The Childrens Country Holiday Fund for boy's living in South East London from poor backgrounds in the 1950's. The camp was run by a priest and volunteers who organised outings and games. The boys had to do chores in the morning, it was all very basic in a local farmer's field, where the Caravan Club is now.
I was a boarder at St Michaels Convent, Uckfield from 1954-1961 and would be interested to hear from anyone who was there at that time; particularly Jennifer Holmes, as she then was. She was my best friend.
I joined the Vindi late 55 and did my 6 weeks catering. I loved every minute of the regimented days and the food was great after being on rationing at home. I remember two of the lads in our hut going over the wall one night, must have missed their Mamas. I first trained in the galley but was sent to the dishwash station, then to the spud locker in the focsle. I guess I coudn't go any lower so that's where I stayed while ...see more
Little did I know that when I used to walk around Heaton Park in the school holidays with a group of mates in the early 60's, that back in 1909 my great grandad gave gramophone recycles there. I've found out quite a lot of information about William Grimshaw who was born in 1860 and died in 1940. He seemed to do so much in his life; married a woman called Ellen, they had 8 children, 2 died young, if not at ...see more
I grew up in Keir Hardie Way, near Barnhill School & The Greenway from 1953 - 1966 (we then moved to Surrey). I went To Hayes Park School then Mellow Lane School. Keir Hardie Way, Atlee Road, Bondfield, Kingshil Avenue etc.. were our childhood haunts. Best of all was The Greenway which was all fields & the brook. It was like living in the countryside and in those days, safe. I went back to look a few ...see more
Amazing stuff, had two messages and I regularly have contact with Mike Chisholm who has a son in place at the Plough Inn. A good scheme for retirement plans...assist the son at the boozer. More seriously, I have had contact and replies from a person who knew my sisters' Deborah and Trudy. I intend to visit Binbrook again for old time sake and memories, and would like to meet anyone that knew me. Ian
David, Kim, Angela and Andrew Littley. We grew up in Bonvilston at number 2 Glanmorfa Cottages; our grandparents lived next door at number 1. We went to school in St Nicholas and later to Radyr Comprehensive. We emigrated to South Africa in 1975.
Bonvilston was the best place to grow up.. we played in the fields and ran amock on the farm Tyn-y-Coed owned by Mr & Mrs Jones and their son Gareth. We had huge ...see more
It was 1971 and as a 7 year old I remember my dad Stanley Mason (1921-2002) taking me to "Brooklands' stadium to watch Romford FC. We always stood in the same place on the terrace. I worked as a 'Saturday boy' when I was 14 for the greengrocers LW Moore & Sons at number 38 High Street, Romford for about 2 years. I delivered fruit & veg around Romford to various locations on an old black bicycle with a basket on the front. Very happy memories.
I lived in Ewell as an american child. I remember a small tuck shop, a confectionary and the pub Toby (I think that's what it was called). I still remember the half curtains that effectively prevented me as a child from peering into the pub; but I remember the browns in the pattern of the curtains and an old toby mug. Looking at the pictures of the village of Ewell, it's bigger than I remember
I was born in Skellow, 1 George Street. My dad, grandad and uncle worked at the pit; my dad and grandad in the power house. I spent many happy days there sitting behind the big table with me dad, grandad and uncle. I blew the pit whistle a few times. I remember all the cats; we used to take one home. My mates swimming in the res., close to pit. I had my hair cut many times there, with the old cutters. I used to take me ...see more
His name was Ernest Ferrington and in 1885 he was born at 55 Woodland Street, Broughton. The family had just moved from Hulme, Lancs and my great grandfather George; his occupation was a coach viceman. In 1891 the census tells us they had moved to 20 Rylett Street, they were very near to Albert Park. Unfortunately they are not there any more but would like to know if anyone has any history of that ...see more
I worked in the old CAD room at Tooting Police Station in 2006, it was an amazing place with bomb proof windows. We worked through the night; on my first night there was a gang fight and a youth got killed. The building itself is fascinating, and very mysterious - some say...haunted. All the staff there were very hard working, dedicated people. A shame it is closing to the public, it provided a great service.
I can remember the New Post Office being built in the late 50's, the old Post Office being on the corner of Knowle Lane; the Greyhound Pub stood on this site before being demolished in the 50's.
The shop in the foreground is Kagans Newsagents & Tobbaconist; I did a paper round for them in the 50's for 7/6 pence a week. The Obelisk can be seen in the background.
I was born in a bungalow to the left of this photo; it was my nan and grandad's. In fact the back part of the car that can be seen on the right of this photo could well have been my dad's outside of my nan's bungalow; the bungalow is still there. We lived there for 4 months then we were given a house in Fleet Street, Coryton; my dad worked for Vacuum Oil which then became Mobil.
I went to Vincent Secondary School, I lived in Wilsmere Drive until 1976
I began my life's journey at Ty Gwyn farm in 1951 just before my 2nd birthday. I even remember climbing.the stairs at 1year 10 months. I would walk down Penywern Road to the Wern school. I remember standing on a chair in the infants at 5 years old and singing 'how much is the doggy in the window?', every time I slowed down the teacher would shake a bag of sweets at the rear of the room and I would ...see more
I remember when golfers weren't allowed to play golf on Sundays and the golf links belonged to the Leven folk. We had picnics on the slopes nearest the beach as our mother did not like sand getting into our sandwiches etc! So the golf course was her base, where she could sit and meditate in peace while my sister, brother and I had a great time on the beach. 1945 is just a rough guide as to when we spent our ...see more
My mother is Olwen Jones (nee Haigh) of the old post office in Bodorgan from 1937 to 1953 when she got married to Vivian Madoc Jones of Newborough. Her parents Randolph and Janet Haigh ran the post office from 1937 to early 1960's. My mother has fond memories of WashiBach, and the band of Hope and GFS (girls friendly society) ran by Mrs Orwig Evans, of Trefdraeth church. She attended the primary ...see more
My hubby and I remember the shop that was on the corner near the old pond where you could get 1 penny packets of broken crisps and weren't they delicious? They used to sell out very quickly.
Sometimes, when I was off school poorly and if my sister was feeling generous, she would get me a packet on the way home from the Grammar school. And of course I remember the cinema (flea pit) and the woman who used to play the organ before a film to try and keep us kids quiet.
Memories! I grew up on Merryfields Avenue and I can remember this like it was yesterday, only the shop fronts were different. Back in the 70's I used to have an evening paper round from the newsagents. I always recall on a Friday when I'd finished and dropped the paper sack back, I would always nip in the fish & chip shop, for a bag of chips & batter bits. I remember the butchers, one of my school ...see more
Wonderful little beach. As a lad in the late 1940's and early 50's, I was a deckchair boy here, and hundreds of people would walk from town to have a coffee at the cafe at the bottom of Rapparee steps, or spend half the day sitting in a deckchair. I learnt to swim here, jumping from the rocks at the side of the beach. Rowing boats from the harbour would visit, taking people back to the quay for ...see more
I have an old family photo posed in front of Pangbourne Mill on 4/9/1899. It includes the entire Stone family including my great grandfather and my grandfather (as a young boy). My grandfather, Edmund Stone, was a Master Mariner and captained 4-masted square rigged sailing vessels around the Horn to India and back; later serving as a Captain for the Cunard line and later piloted ...see more
I remember Grays as if it was yesterday. After the war, going to the Open Air School up by the Oaks public house, then attending Quarry Hill School with Miss Hill and Mr Gray before the 11 plus. Passing the exam and going to the Tech which was at the end of Thurloe Walk where I lived. Joining 106 Squadron ATC for parades every Sunday morning with my best friend Bernard Watson; who I am unable to track down ...see more
My grandparents, Arthur Andrew Rush & Lilian Maud Rush 9nee Sayers0 had this pub, The Ship Inn, from 1940 -1955. They had two daughters, my Mother, Lilian Beatrice Gough (nee Rush) & Gladys Barker (nee Rush). At the start of WWII, after being bombed out of our home in Romford Essex, I was evacuated to paternal grandparents in Drogheda & Caherviveen, Eire. In 1943 I returned to Aveley, ...see more
Fascinating to see where I was born in 1947. My parents had to pay as it was before the creation of the NHS!
I moved to Chingford Hatch in 1946 from Hackney, we moved into a new house on Friday Hill. Some of my early memories was climbing the huge elm trees that were either side of Friday Hill. I remember the Old Smithy in what is Wrigley Close, next to the Prince of Wales. I remember the galvanised pig bins that were left on the streets for Jim Saville to collect the food leftovers for his pigs; he had a smallholding in Newgate Street.
We lived at the bottom of Lavender Hill and went to St Michael's School. Hilly Fields, Whitewebbs, Stapleton's farm, Tinky Tops, Flash Lane; they were all our stamping ground. My brother Bob also used to run along the tops of the 14 arches. We were forbidden to go there but of course we did! I thought that my sisters and I were the only people who could remember jumping dags. What a lot of memories this website has conjured up! We were terrified of Ted Slarke, poor chap.
Approximatly 1949 - 50 I well remember going into the bell tower with my father, who was one of the regular bell ringing team. The tower entrance was through the small door just to the right of the main church door and was then a long climb up a narrow stone circular stairway to the floor just below the clock level, which was where the bells were rung from. The bells were mounted on the floor above which I ...see more
During the last year of the war I was evacuted to Allerton Bywater. When I arrived we were stood on the stage of the village hall and I was the last one left when a Mr and Mrs Parkinson, who already had 4 children, took me in for the last year of the war. Mr Parkinson was in charge of the pit ponies down the local mine. Mrs Parkinson used to make the local ice cream for the village. On Sunday's, with ...see more
My great grandmother, Cecelia Mary Gore, b. 1887 - the grand daughter of an earl, eloped with a gardener, Albert Reynolds, in the early 1910s. They married, had four children. Win, my grandmother was one of them, Albert a son and then two little ones one of whom was called Rhoda. They lived in the church house overlooking the cemetary at St Mary's Church. Albert continued working as a gardener. My ...see more
I was nursing at Pastures from 1962 to 1968. This is not Ridgeway, it's Masson House, the male acute admission ward - originally called The Male Reception Hospital. There was a villa called Ridgeway though, with Troway and Lindway - all female wards. The only male villa was Cedway - a rehabilitation ward.
I was brought up on Broomfield Lane; wonderful memories of Wares Creamery which was a cafe and sold amazing ice cream, where Hale Grill is now. We used to play with dentist, Mr McKnight's daughter Amanda; they had a tortoise who lived in the garden...so exotic! Hours spent in the library and the reliable 'bobby' in the police station on the corner of Leigh Road. Such a lovely place to grow which we took so much for granted.
I was born at Hope Hospital in March 1947 and lived in Ducie Place off Liverpool St, close to the Oldfield Rd end. I went to Hope Street school till I was 10, and then my mum sent me to West Liverpool Street school, thus making sure I went to Clarendon when I became 11. For reasons known only to the Gods I was placed in 1b1. The headmaster was Mr Harris, the deputy was the formidable Mr ...see more
Spent wonderful times in this pool prior to June 1955. Dad, Lewis Nutton, who was engineer at Firbeck Main Colliery, engineered the diving stage in the lake. We lived at The Villas, Costhorpe, (Roselea) Randalls lived next door in the bungalow. He was Head of Junior School and she, Head of Infants. On the other side was Mr and Mrs Metcalf and Ann.Then the Ashtons and finally Godbers. There was a gap and then the Manager's house.
My aunt and uncle became the caretakers at Inholmes after it was converted to offices. I remember the magnificent staircase which had a huge eagle as a newel post. The range in the kitchen was the biggest I have ever seen, and the kitchens had not been touched and were exactly as they were when the house was a home. Outside there had been wonderful gardens - then sadly neglected. Part of the gardens had been a very ...see more