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I am honestly not sure when I was at Port Regis. I know it was around 1966 as as I remember the Abafan Disaster being on the news and the song 'Little Donkey' lol. I was there because of a head injury I suffered in the early 1960s. My memories are stark, they incude the massive garden, woodlands, with a house that I thought lived a witch lol. The daily rituals of attending church, rosary beads etc. All the school ...see more
In a sketch I have dated October 1881 there is a cord hanging down from the bell down the outside wall with a hand pull. The name on the sketch it is Wasldale church. Possibly by Beatrix Potter or E Rawnsley.
I have some paperwork and letters relating to my adoption in 1955. Apparently, this was a rescue maternity home managed by the formidable (sounding) Winifred M. Hellmuth SRN SCN.
The house appears to have been known as Lahai-Roi, a phrase with some religious conotations.
I have a flyer, with a picture on the front, the 1953 income and expense accounts inside, together with a list of the ...see more
I remember fondly working during school holidays selling ice creams on Bournemouth beach. I worked for the Corporation and had to wear full length white overalls and push a large yellow barrow filled with ice creams. Used to park it on the west cliff and walk along the beach selling ice creams Has anyone got a picture of one of us ?
I was born in 1950. I lived with my grandparents for a number of years at 17 Dunnsdale Road, their names were Annie and Billy Walters, my mum was Carol Walters. I had loads of relatives. Nancy Green my aunt lived Manor Road. I have many wonderful memories of Maltby, it was great growing up there in the 1950s. I remember the open air pool at the craggs, the cinema, my mum used to work there, no longer there. I remember ...see more
I was interested in Doris's memory of the rink in that her boyfriend at the time was George Pennington, sax player. I knew Geoge and we played together from time to time in dance bands at the Rink. One band I remember was Bob Forbet. I played drums. Also another local band was Fernley Mitchell. It all seems light years ago but, yes, great memories. I remember one Friday night there was a group turned up to play ...see more
I remember being evacuated to Doveridge with my sister Brenda. We stayed with a family called Lloyd, the mother was Marie and the husband was Lou, they had three daughters called Jean, Joyce and Dawn. If anybody remembers my sister and me or the family we stayed with I would love to hear from them. We stayed in a small cottage next door to the school in the village about 500 yards from the church with the large so ...see more
I remember Grand Drive in the mid 1950s as in the photograph. I was a teenager at the time. To the left of the fence were fields where horses were kept. It's all built up with a housing estate now. So sad to see the way a lot of the whole area of Raynes Park and Morden has been vandalised by developers.
We moved from Weymouth to Kingston Russel just after have taken the 11+ exam at St. John's school. When I started at Long Bredy school I only remember one classroom and one teacher. Hand bells and country dancing stick in my memory as things that we did there. And the teacher taught me how to build a model glider from a kit. I was very struck by the dialect of my new school friends who used words that were ...see more
I was born in Battersea in 1939. We lived at various addesses. There were five of us. I was the youngest and my eldest brother Charles was born in 1930 in Victoria Dwellings. I went to William Blake Secondary Modern School. Our last address before I got married and moved out of London was 89 Surrey Lane. I remember my mother saying as a girl her mother used to walk passed the house that had a grid down ...see more
This is the hospital where I was born in July 1947. My parents were living in Penycae at the time but in 1951 moved to England for my Dad's job. Apart from a brief visit to a relative in Wrexham in 1960, I have never returned to Wales and it is now my ambition to see Trevalyn Manor and Penycae.
I have some lovely memories of staying with my auntie Madge Dale in Adolphus Street in Whitburn in the 1960s with my mum and dad. As a small child I used to sleep in a tiny attic bedroom where my mum Doris Goodall (who came from Jarrow) used to sleep in when she went to Whitburn for her holidays, with her family, she shared the tiny bedroom with her sister and brother in one bed when they were small ...see more
My grandmother Annie Alice Lawrence born 1886 Mitcham is buried in a family grave with her parents George Lawrence born 1854 Mitcham and Sarah Anne Lawrence born 1856 (Duke) Beddington. My grandmother Annie married Thomas Baker born 1885 Mitcham and was a Master Builder. My grandparents lived at Newton House, 1 Commonside West and had one daughter my mother Lois June Lawrence Baker born 1921 Mitcham.
I was treated at Farnham Park for a back problem in 1981. At the time I had been having various different treatments for six months for supposed sciatica. In 2007 I had an X-Ray on my back, and an old L1 break was discovered. This I think was the cause of the problem in 1981, but had probably healed itself by the time I was sent to Fanham Park. At Farnham the staff got me mobile again with exercise and ...see more
Some more teachers that I remember are Miss Cooper, Mr Nicholson, Mr Downs, Mrs Irish, Mr Stevens (I think he went York to start his and his wife's own buisness), Mr Howarth the garden teacher, and Mr Thorpe the woodwork teacher. Some of these teachers moved to the new school that opened down Abbotts Road in August/September of 1963, I was 12.
In 1964 I started teaching at Brookfield School, Kirkby. and stayed "in digs"in Aigburth, Liverpool. For several years Lime Street Station was my arrival and departure point as I travelled between Liverpool and Swansea. Lime Street had changed a lot since 1890 but St George's Hall , with its many pillars, was still there. Around the corner, in Ranelagh Place, was the Adelphi Hotel, where Harold Wilson ...see more
I used to live at Spring Villa on the main road in Birch Vale in the 1970s and what fond memories I have from Birch Vale! My three older brothers and I used to walk up behind the house through some farming land and across to the quarry where we would spend many hours exploring the gravel pit pond for pond life, bicycling down the hill, playing in some sort of strange cement pool that was always full of discarded ...see more
Hi, I also remember Pengam, I went to school in the 1950s, a Mr Preist was the head then. I used to come down from Fairveiw through the arch and into the school. I love looking back and how wonderful Wales was. I'm living near London now. I used to sit and look at the steam engines at the station just by Pengam pit bottom, great days.
The boy on the bike is me (Eric Brigham), I lived at the post office with my parents who owned it (from memory) from 1967 to 1976. I was five years old in this picture. My father Gordon Brigham sold this postcard and others of the village. These were happy years for all of my family, such a nice village and people.
At Royston Senior school, I was a young lad of 14 and although the lads did not know it, I was quite strong and could do a man's job such as lifting heavy sacks of grain and humping bails of hay. Although I was a quiet lad and never sought out wanting to fight with anyone let alone pick a fight, there was a time when a lad by the name of John Cadman had been trying to interest some of the lads in the ...see more
My mum and dad got married here in 1964, John Jackson and Joan Davenport, it was gorgeous inside. As a child I lived on Salford Brow and spent many happy days around the area :)
Picture of Holmwood Cottage on the right, with what was then the coach house, now Coachman's Cottage, on the left. Holmwood Cottage was originally part of the Holmwood Park estate.
If I am correct, this was the house my grandfather Henry Oliver grew up in. He lived here with his family until he was around 20 I believe, and it was sold for around £30,000! I think this would of probably been around 1950 when it was sold, however I am not sure of the facts. Such a big beautiful house, it's a shame such properties are not kept as one these days. There is also meant to be a ghost - a lady who walks the lake! Not sure how many people have heard of this.
I lived in the Gables House on Haywood Lane from the age 6 to 10 years. The period was during the early 1950s. I believe the car on the left of this photo may be my father's parked ouside the Gables house. I attended Deepcar C of E infants and junior school during this period. My father was Works Manager of the two General Refractories brick works on Station Road, Deepcar. The junior school head master was ...see more
I lived in Consett from the mid-fifties onwards and have many mixed memories.
One distinct episode was the burning of the REX cinema.
I was living in the Black Horse in Front Street at the time and remember being woken early that morning by my family shouting and running about in the house. My aunt was the Stewardess of the 'Top Club', or Consett Working Mens' Club to give it the formal ...see more
Does anybody have memories of the Parakeet Cafe, in Northdown Road. We all used to hang out there in the early 1960s. There are lots of memories of those days. So many names come back. Buzz, Anthea Prentice, David Gradus, Terry Gold, Mike Jerome, Jo-anne, Brenda from the hairdressers, Cathy Mudge, Pam and Doug, Alex with his three wheel car (the fourth one came off going down the hill into Folkstone) etc etc. Anyone out there?
I have great memories of living in Prees from 1958-1968, my late husband's parents, Wright and Gladys Speed had lived in Primrose Lane in the village for many years. We moved into the house next door which is now the kennels. My husband had lots of family living in and around the village, including Nellie and Vic Grocott (whose son still runs Grocontinental). Our 4 children loved living in the village and have lots of ...see more
Does anyone remember the Fullwell Cafe? it was on the left hand side of Tomswood Road just past Albany's wood yard. My father Peter Full owned and ran it between 1960-1968. It was pulled down to make way for the bungalows that are still there. Those were the days!
Dolcorsllwyn Hall is an imposing, Elizabethan-style , family mansion, situated on the banks of the River Dovey between the villages Cemmaes Road and Mallwyd. The Hall is situated in its own grounds with access via a short tree-lined drive from the main road. At its entrance is the privately owned Old Coach House. The Hall is now owned by the trustees of the Dolcorsllwyn Hall Association and used as a ...see more
l think it was 1957 but am not sure. l remember my stay at St Mary's very much. After my first 2 weeks of being home-sick l loved it, the nuns and nurses were so kind. l remember beetroot with every meal and going down the steps to the sea. l was there for 6 weeks for Christmas and my birthday and we had a Christmas party and l also had a birthday party. The sea was so rough but it was great. l had never ...see more
I lived at Bowyers in Steep Marsh for five years and ran Country Riding Stables with my parents. We had 20 horses and ponies and I taught so many children to ride. They were really happy days and even now I regret giving it all up and moving on. I tried to find SteepMarsh on my way home from Portsmouth last year and it has all changed so much I did not recognised it. I just could not find the village at all. i loved ...see more
I went to this school in 1977-80. I started in Hawthorn House and Mr Holland's class, he was a good teacher. Then moved next door to Beech House and Mrs Bowcock's classs. I know I wasn't abused there or bullied because my parents would have took me out. I went there because I was on crutches because of an operation on my hip. There was a lot of kids there with differant disablities.
I ...see more
My oldest friend lived in Sarratt, went to Durrants School. We have been friends for 50 years. She lived on the lane named above. We both now live in the States. Her name is Pat Baker, mine is Liz Blades.
I was born in Stanwell in 1959, my parents bought a new house off Oaks road called Lindsay Close. Many hours were spent in the lovely park where we played tennis and crazy golf. My sister and I belonged to Woodcraft which was held in the village hall, we also did ballet lessons there. It was a really pretty village and I just loved the old shops and houses around the village green.
I have many fond memories of Greywell. My grandad William Edwin Poulter was born there in 1908. He built his bungalow 'Coomberry' and he used to bell-ring at the church. He lived there till he was about 90 before moving into a home and he sadly died in 2003.
My family has lived in Burnt Oak for years. My mom's Kit Mizon who passed away last year - we are a big family of 9 kids . If anyone that remembers is - I have a site on facebook "your edgware and burnt oak photos", you will find lots of old school friends and great photos
Check us out.
Ref: photograph L56022 of the river and the green, I am the little girl with the blonde ringlets standing facing away from the river and I remember having that photograph taken with my sister Sadie the girl with the dark hair ,who was 8 at the time and I was 6. It was taken in 1962.
My family moved into Kitts Green Road 1937/38 before the road "joined" up with Mackadown Lane. There was Dad, Mom my older sister Edna, brother Dennis and my Grandmother (Dad's mother). I am still in contact with my best friend Thelma who lived further up the road. I am now nearly 80 years old but I remember it well, although I should add that my memories are of the way it was, going to the Bluebell Woods ...see more
My father was born and brought up at Chevington Drift, James William Smith, born 1946. He met my mother who lived in Amble, Kathleen Roberta Mclaren born 1945, at a dance that was held in Amble.
They married in 1967 at Amble. My childhood memory in the 1970s is of visiting my granny and grandad Smith whom at that time still lived at the Drift; they moved when the Drift was to be knocked down, I think it was ...see more
Back in 2009, I brought my son down to North Devon to retrace the places my grandmother's family originated from. I had previously found references to generations of Manleys and my x 2 great grandfather was the church warden of St Brannock's. I was fortunate to find his grave in the grounds of St Brannock's and then spent a couple of hours wandering up and down the rows saying the names of those lying peacefully so they would know they were being remembered by a northern stranger.
I grew up in a northern city never realising that my grandmother was born in Ilfracombe in 1905. I knew she spoke differently but was only when I was 10 did I start to truly listen to the beautiful accent of my grandmother and the stories she told of her childhood in Ilfracombe. Sadly it was only after the death of close family that I started to research my beautiful family and retraced ...see more
I was born in Diss but now live in Kilmarnock, if my memory serves me well, down Mount Street, where my granny on my mother's side lived. We, me and my brother, used to visit our cousins who lived beside gran and play in The Rectory Meadows behind it (Mike Webb and The Noble Clan).
I'm still in contact with my other cousin, Pat, also known as Lucy, who's now in the States but hoping to come back home soon. My ...see more
I was child of Ramsey St Mary's in the period 1939 to 1960. My family lived in the last 'grey pebble-dashed' council house going north out of village (3/4 of a mile from Ponders Bridge). My father's name was Harry Stafford Jacobs and my mother's Francis Ellen Jacobs. As well as myself, there were four other children, George, Bernard, Claude and Pearl. Anything about this area, ...see more
Our advance party arrived at Milton Barracks around June (could be wrong) to re-open the Barracks to commence training. As I remember, being the advance party the Cooks didn't consider we were worth feeding so we were rationed. In order to get a good meal we went around town looking for chippies etc.
When we got more used to the town the pubs came next, then the good old Prom.
During my happy ...see more
I spent many a happy time walking my Boxer dog round Old Portsmouth and he loved it down on the beach by the Hotwalls where I would throw stones in the sea for him to go and get.
I had only just got married and my husband was in the forces so he was away a lot so Blue (Boxer dog) and I spent a lot of happy times together, he was good company and through him I met so many other dog walkers.
Mr Atlee, or as he was when I knew him, Old Mr Atlee, lived on the corner of Cowper and Garfield Roads. Garfield Road was a long road starting at the balloon factory, passing the primary school and the Rec and ending at the Carton factory. Running along its length shooting off at right angles were 5 roads named after poets, starting with Cowper followed by Milton, Dryden, Tennyson and ending with Caxton. ...see more
I played tenor sax with The Dukes in the late 1950s. Tom Easton played drums, Bill Young played bass guitar, Alec Hutchieson rhythm guitar and the fabulous John Fairgreive lead guitar with Willie Findleyson singing. Both John and I lived in Bonnyrigg, Bill Young in Loanhead, and the others in Penicuick.
We played all over the place and had many many great nights out. I eventually came to ...see more
Half way down Garfield Road was the Recreation Ground; better know to all as simply the Rec. It was quiet a large area bounded on one side by Garfield Road and the other by the River Wandle, about which more another time.
Along the top end was the railway line and the bottom the fence dividing the Primary School from the Rec. You could see the kids clinging to the fence fingers and noses poking through the ...see more
I became a Student Nurse, training for the Orthopaedic Nursing Certificate at The Rowley Bristow Orthopaedic Hospital, on the day before my 17th birthday in January 1970.
The hospital was divided into two main buildings, St Nicholas's Home and St Martin's Home. This photograph shows the smaller of the two buildings, St Martin's, which is where I lived.
The main part of the first floor ...see more
During the Second World War I lived in Beach Road in a flat on the premises of Lewis's factory. My father was the manager there. The factory usually made men's clothing for the Lewis's stores but during the war it made army uniforms. It was very close to the docks and was heavily raided and my parents with others walked the grounds and roof during raids to put out incendiary bombs.
There was a good bus service into ...see more
My grandmother was born in 1921, Kitty Irvine, New March Street, siblings Tommy, Winnie, Nora, Betty, and Clemmie. Their parents were Nellie and Tom. Cousins Margaret and Renee. Kitty married Rob Hymers then lived in Beech Street (25) and had a daughter Valerie. Has anyone got any information or photos? Margaret married Billy, they had a shop near the Viking Statue. Thank-you.
I remember well the conker tree. I lived in Hill Terrace untll 1950 when I also went to New Zealand (Gisborne). And I remember the school house, by Danes Corner. I was at Herd Lane school from 1944 till 1950.
Margaret's memories of the pool jogged my own. I too remember being transported on red double deckers to the pool on several cold May and June mornings for swimming lessons.
I attended Coburg Street Secondary School for Boys and there was no question of whether to enter the pool or not, we were pushed by the teachers if we hesitated.
The good news though is that I managed to get a quarter mile certificate ...see more
I remember most fondly the bonfires og Guy Fawkes Night in November. These structures would take weeks to build and always had a three piece suite at the centre. This was where the gang would 'live', yes live for some time prior to the 5th in order to guard the bonfire from envious onlookers and spies from other parts of the village desperate to burn it bown. Camping out night after night with mates like Whacker, ...see more
During the Second World War my family lived in Liverpool. My parents decided it was much too dangerous for me so I was evacuated to a small school being run in an old house called Kelbarrow overlooking the lake. My best friend there was a girl called Eva. I loved every minute there. We went walks on the fell behind the house, and around the village. Because it was wartime there were no tourists coming to the village ...see more
I think it was about 1939-41 that my mother, Florence O'Donovan, my sister Sheila and I went to Borth with Mrs Back and her children Joan and Guy to get away from the danger of living in Norwich which was a target for bombing during the Second World War because of its RAF base. It was a lovely place with the sea on the other side of the coast road from our house. I remember my mother riding a horse along the ...see more
I used to swim here every summer, one of my best memories of relaxed swimming, the 'Slippery dip' slide and sun bathing. I remember there was a canteen where we used to buy icecreams and wandering around the grassey grounds - This made the 70s summer for me!
After living in Jamaica and Barbados for some years, we returned and my father became priest-in-charge of Gratwich and Kingstone in the 1970s and early 1980s. I was the eldest of five. Our crumbling, draughty, white-and-blue Queen Anne vicarage, now done up with deluxe helipad, was as if out of an Albert Camus novel. We swam in the marl pit at the back in summer and skated in winter, and ...see more
The Schooner in the foreground is the Janie 62682 built by Stribley of Padstow in 1870 and employed in coastal trading. My husband's grandfather Charlie Derry sailed on her in 1913 according to her ship's log. We have a portrait photograph taken from the other side of the quay with no other boats moored alongside.
Maureen Tatlow
She was launched as a rowing lifeboat, Docea Chapman, and came to Padstow as a relief boat. She was only on station for nine moths then laid up. I am the girl Maureen. Father bought her in 1952 and converted her into a fishing boat, giving her my name. I spent many hours at sea with him hauling pots and catching mackerel. He retired in 1982 but continued to fish skippering other people's boats until his death in ...see more
I played tenor sax with The Dukes in the late 1950s. They had a great line up: Tam Easton on drums, Bill Young on base guitar, Willie Finlayson on vocals, Alec Hutchinson on rhythm and the fabulous John Fairgreive on lead guitar. Probably one of the best around at the time. How I wish I could roll the clock back. Keep rocking guys.
All the best.
Bill Bryce
I moved to Streatham from Clapham in 1956. I have an early memory of sitting in a taxi with Mum and my Nan while Dad went into the Estate Agents for the keys! I lived there from the age of 22, when we moved to Northamptonshire, but Mum & Dad were still there until they died in 2006, so I was often back there.
I too remember St Helens School at the corner of Valley Road. I lived on the other side ...see more
Does anyone remember the name of the coffee shop in Duke Street opposite the Golden Fleece, you could smell the coffee from miles away!
I am SO grateful for this image as it set me off on my visit to Grantham to further research my ancestry. For me, it shows two properties of J.T. Broughton. My ancestors, Hackworth, married into the Broughton family and were in these properties at the time this image was taken. Very exciting. It has brought my research to life. Who knows, maybe that is one of my ancestors standing with the horse outside!
This memory is very clear to me. As a resident of Horsell I would often walk down Brewery Road to Goldsworth School and over the step bridge, with its iron railings painted green in those days. My brother would take me along the canal with my old jampot with string and fishing net to catch the tiddlers. At that time there was an old wooden floating log raft just big enough for 2 kids to play on. We had ...see more
In 1953 I used to visit my in-laws who lived at 19 Rumbold Road, Fulham.
I remember when we walked along Kings Road towards the football ground there was an antique shop that had an unusual armchair in the window. It was carved in the form of an old lady. Her arms were the arms of the chair and the front legs were the front legs of the chair. So if someone sat on it they were sitting on her lap.
My relatives' ...see more
I worked at a textile mill called Sewing Silks in Perivale Avenue from 1957 to 1960, the compnay had been a German one until the Second World War when it was taken over by an Austrian manager whose son was an RAF ace I believe. It was one of the happiest time in my short working life before I left for Adelaide South Australia. I was very much in love with a another employeee called Silver who lived in the Greenford or ...see more
My memory of Coalville is all the good good friends I had to leave behind when I moved to Nottingham. I played for Bardon Hill FC juniors in the day, we used to play practically in the quarry and we had a great young side in those days, winning a lot of trophies and being the bogey team of all the big Leicester teams.
Always remember going to Slim's house before the game then walking to the ground early Sunday ...see more
Dear Burrow HIll lads, I don't know why some of the lads have not got in touch with me lately, I have got 4 books of Burrow Hill School waiting to be sold, anybody that would like one please let me know. It took me a year to complete this book. Hope to hear from someone soon. PS, Roger Hibbrd, Frank Thurlow and Colin Schulman said the book is fantastic.
Your Burrow Hill lad Eric Morris.
I was born at 18 Greive Street. I had an older brother, 'Big' Al, alas deceased. I also have 2 sisters, Senga and Elaine, and a younger brother, Grant. We stayed in the Main Street then moved to Queens Avenue till I married. My memories of Methilhill were the Co-op, nae Sea Road, just a dirt track down to the Western. Toll bar, Pipers hut, back of my gran's house, No 7, the tin kirk, Brick Row, Institute with ...see more
My birth mother was born in Greenock on September 26, 1926. I have been looking for her for 35 years. She came to Canada before I was born. I was born in 1950 and I don't know if she ever returned. Her name was Rose Marie Giubbani MacKenzie. If anyone has any information about her or her family, please get in touch. Her adopted father had a cafe in Greenook and he was from Italy. Her adopted mother was Maeri MacDonald.
Thank you to everyone that reads this and can help me.
I attended the high school and college. Very fond memories of the campus and all the people I got to know. Sorry to hear it closed down.
I lived with my parents John and Rhoda Mcgonigle and my elder brother Joe at 1, Alexander Drive and remember the sweet shop. We used to live next door to Mr and Mrs Dale who had a daughter Pearl. My parents then had another son Philip and we moved to Tarbert Avenue. I have many memories of Wishaw, Bairds shop, the butchers The Gill that I used to walk down and also the Ravenscraig Steelworks where my dad worked.
I moved to Sandy Lane, opposite Lindsey Smith nurses' accommodation in Virginia Water. There were twelve of us auxillaries from Scotland as far as Kent. We all used to go out to the local pub by the station, The Trotsworth, and ask for a glass of water if we were feeling the pinch. We had a minibus that took us to work at St. Peter's Hospital. Unfortunately The Holloway ...see more
I lived in Connaught Avenue, and went to Grove Road school (up to 1963).
I had 3 local friends. One lived on Hounslow Heath in a prefab (now Frampton Road). We weren't allowed to go to the fairs there. I did see grass snakes though!
Near there on Staines Road, opposite the Hussar pub, was a dairy and also a haberdashers in the same parade of shops.
On Staines Road on the other Munster Avenue junction was another parade ...see more
I had a few jobs in Ealing jewellers opposite Woolworths, I also worked in a ladies clothes shop which was Lilly and Skinner. My mum worked in Gino's Italian resturant near the station and my sister worked in Boots in the arcade. Happy days.
I worked in Woolworths, met a lot of people, was so sad when it closed, turned out to be Iceland. I have a lot of good memories of Ealing.
This morning I have just walked up Helsby Hill in the mist and rain with my brother and partner. It is the first time I have been up here for 40+ years. In the 1960s when I wasa little girl I used to meet my grandparents here, who lived in Chester, and I lived in Gatley, Cheshire. I have fond memories of going down the helter skelter, my legs used to burn from the coir mats. I also remember the arcade/dance hall.
I grew up in Parkgate when there were three pubs and three shops, I schooled at St Pauls Junior School, Headmaster was a very strict Mr Moore with Mr Teare, Ms Bowness I think, Miss Martin and Mrs Crossthwaite. Those were the days when we could run for miles unsupervised all the way down to Hen Beck and beyond, playing outside on dark nights for hours until called in. The rivalry up and down the village no ...see more
I was born in Laurel Avenue in 1936 and lived there until 1959. During the war we were bombed out of our house following an air raid during the night, when German bombers were trying to cut the main line between London and Edinburgh. A large bomb fell on No. 46 Laurel Avenue and totally destroyed that, and severely damaged others nearby. That night, my mother, sister and I were sleeping under a bed in the front ...see more