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Parents in the (old) Kinmel Arms, boozing over an extended lunch time - my brother and me exiled to the adjoining Stoney Beach where we passed the hours away crushing the softer red stones into powder or skimming the flatter stones on the water's edge. We also built "stone towers" and tried to knock them over from about 20 ft away! Every so often we were given a ...see more
This mill was built by my ancestor, Robert Foster.
A truly old-fashioned type of ironmonger and household ware store seen here on the immediate right of the picture. My mother, Mrs. Ruby Chandler would have been working here in 1965, as she did for many years both before and after '65. If you couldn't get it at Osman's you couldn't get it anywhere else, either. The shop premises were very old, and when it rained, there was panic up in the storage rooms ...see more
I lived in Tamworth from 1965 to 1968. I attended QEGS. My mom and dad moved to Tamworth from Birmingham in order to buy their first home in Scampton Way but then my dad realised there was not much work about and we moved back to Brum. I have fond memories of walking to Wigginton where I think there is a lovely old church which was beautiful in the snow! I also used to go horseriding with a friend who lived ...see more
I remember going to Sunday school here from aged 9 till aged 12 when I started at St John's in Rhosymedre. It seemed a long & lonely walk from Cefn along the corrugated fencing road - inhaling the Monsanto fumes - and back again for a 9 year old.
Very sad to think it's just not there any more though!
Just seen the photo of Park Place and couldn't resist commenting.
The first shop is the post office with Dai and Lally stood out (a well liked couple). Next would be Rodgers the butchers, then Jessie Smith's the greengrocer, then Don Brake's the grocer, then a private house occupied by the Law family. Next was Manship's hairdressers and finally Mrs Warren's haberdashery, later to become Clists chip shop.
I left ...see more
My dad, Joseph Gornall, was born in the house pictured and just to the left of it was a blacksmith's which was run by my grandad John Gornall. They lived there throughout my dad's childhood but moved to Birmingham for work at Cadbury's. Just further up the road on the right is a chapel where my great-grandparents are buried.
I lived with my father, an officer in the Air Force, and my mother and brother in a good solid house on the Air Force base in Andover. I went to Portway Primary School by the airforce school bus and would be allowed threepence worth of sweets from the Linga Longa sweet shop around the corner from the school. I remember my years here as very happy. We had a wonderful Headmaster who, after he had been to see the ...see more
The Coach Station had a cafe (or restaurant) backing a large parking area for London to Brighton Southdown Coaches. It was sited 100 yards south of the County border opposite "Overton's" Beehive workshop on the main Brighton Road.
Unfortunately accidents did occur involving coaches turning right into the park when travelling south, mostly due to drivers not seeing the coach signal ...see more
I had a wonderful childhood growing up on Commonwealth View. We played "tiggy" and "can" on the street and roamed over the farmer's fields over the "suicide bridge" and went "mountain climbing" and rummaging on the tips, also many trips to the "milky stream" to catch stickle backs and drink cold tea out of pop bottles. One game we played was "digging to Australia" - funny because that's where my ...see more
This story is a memory during the Second World War. My father Samuel Fredrick Richardson was the air-raid warden. There was a brick shelter, built on the village green. Most of the village used to use it. One night we were in the shelter for almost the whole of the night, the air raid went on for ages. During the early morning a Dornier bomber dropped bombs in the village. He had been shot down ...see more
I have many memories of the horse-drawn barges on the Basingstoke Canal at the Kings Head boat house and lock. The barges probably started from Aldershot, and on through Surrey. I used to wait for the horse and walk under the bridge to the boat house. The bargeman would unhitch the horse and I would walk with them both to the Kings Head pub, through a gate, turn left and up over the bridge ...see more
I have many memories of the Basingstoke Canal at Frimley Green. I used to swim next to the Kingsmead Bridge. One day I was on the parapet of the bridge, I was grabbing a branch and swinging off the bridge. The branch broke and I hit the bridge wall below. I don't remember any more until I came round. Apparently I was knocked out. I came round and was pushed along by a ...see more
This is a memory I have of when I was seven or eight in Frimley Green, Surrey. We had a lake calle Bransen (or Bransted), off of Wharf Road. I used to go there a lot, especially after I heard voices behind the rhododendron bushes. I found a gap in the metal railings and I crept through. The voices were ladies, who were based in the private house. They were known as the ENSA girls who put on shows for the ...see more
My name is Junior Mayhew and I also went to East Quinton School from early 1973-1975. The boarding school small pupil wise, but had lots of land to play on including two very large fields and an old farming area. The house staff used to take us out in groups for many nice walks on the South Downs often leaving from the back of the school most evenings and shopping at weekends. We often ...see more
Somehow fate seems to draw me to places where some of my ancestors have been living, yet I was born in London. In 1968 I bought a house in Sawtry, off St. Judith's Lane, and where I lived until returning to Sweden in 1974. Now, thanks to the Internet I have discovered that my grandmother Jane's older sister Charlotte Braybrook, née Fairey, had a daughter Gertrude Annie, who, in 1894, married one, Joe ...see more
My mum was born March 24th 1909. I've looked up on the 1911 but can find nothing. Her name was Sarah Jane Grey and I know she had a brother called Albert and a sister called Alice. Her married name was James. She lived most of her life in South Wales where my dad was from. She died August 27th 1983. I'd be grateful for any info.
My grandfather was a Crosville driver in the 1960s, his name was Bob Jones, married to Margaret, does anyone remember him?
Round about 1840 my widowed great, great grandmother Hannah, and her son Joseph were brewers in Buckland. But unless any Buckland resident knows of the history of the village I shall never know where exactly. The Frith photograph shows something of the village, but is over forty years too late to help me. I know nothing of Hannah prior to 1841, other than that she was married to William Chandler who ...see more
Bell Street, Reigate. The address of my great grandfather, and until 2006 I had never been there. But on a nostalgic trip from Sweden, seeking my roots so to speak, I visited Reigate to see if any signs were to be found. Needing to buy a flower for a birthday, I went into a florist's on the west side of Bell Street, a couple of buildings down from the High Street. Then I went into the Old Book Shop further down ...see more
Kids used to run around bare footed. At the school in Ferryden we had slates, if you were good the teacher used to let you take the water bottle home to refill it, we used to clean the slates with water. Went on a picnic, the whole class on a horse and cart. Used to buy a bag of buckies for a penny, didn't eat them, just winkled them out with a pin for fun. Used to get candy apples from a Mrs Coull at the ...see more
The man riding his cycle beside the car looked so familiar, and I firmly believe that it is Mr Timothy (Tim) Towler who was Art and Technical Drawing Master at Huntingdon Grammar School during the 1940s and very early `950s. Tim, as he was called by us irreverent pupils, lived in Godmanchester, and cycled from his home to the Grammar School (now demolished) on Brampton Road daily. He was much loved by all ...see more
I lived at Glebe House. I went to the primary school at Warehorne, the very strict head was Miss Sane (later to become Mrs Buxton) and my teacher was Miss Small. Most of Kenardington's children including myself got taken to school in Mr. Worsely's Taxi, a very old taxi that smelt of real leather. He used to be strict and would threaten to 'box your ears' if you didn't sit still. Manor farm was a beautiful mixed ...see more
I must have only been about 3 years old although it seems when I recall the memories, that I was older. I remember roller skating on the "hangars" at Collaton Cross. These were actually the remains of the RAF hangars (presumably where they originally stored the planes?) and were large slabs of concrete on which the children of the estate used to play. I have no idea how long we lived there for with my ...see more
Until I was 10 years old we lived in Kingsground. From a rear window, one looked across "the bull's field" to the palace. I LOVE it!! At Eltham C of E Primary School we were educated in Eltham's history, NOW I think I know everything there is to know about all of it, from the arrival of the Saxons to William, to his gift of Kent to brother-in-law, Bishop Odo, and Odo's gifting it to Haimo. I remember the restoration ...see more
My mother who was called Betty Scott lived in Viewfield at Acharn looking after a gentleman called Robbie Campbell around 1937. She sadly has dementia now at 91. She lives in Newcastle upon Tyne. Mum was a nurse in Grangemouth and that was where she met and married my father Charles Randalls. Mum talks fondly about Robbie Campbell and Viewfield, Acharn. Robbie was a great character. Robbie was a ...see more
I was stationed at RAF Waddington as a Senior Aircrafts Woman In Air Traffic Control and remember the Vulcan Bomber well. They filmed the James Bond movie 'Thunderball' while I was there. I used to babysit for one of the pilots called Gerry Rippon while serving there. We had some good times in the Naafi and I have a few photos to tell the tale. I enjoyed my job working in the control ...see more
I lived on Lancaster Ave from 1941-58 and spent many happy Saturday afternoons at The Odeon theatre at "the matinees". I also worked at Perks grocery store from the time I was 13 until I left school. Perks would have been in the left hand corner of this picture.
We had no money but we were happy nevertheless...didn't realize that we were poor!
My maiden name was Bamborough.
I was born in Union Street in 1948. I had an older sister called Barbara. I lived next to the ex-servicemens club and there used to be such loud music played there in the evenings. I remember the paper shop on the corner, Sheldons and a sweet shop that sold blue minty ice lollies, Nelly's I think. I went to Manor park Infants, Tipton Green and Tipton Grammar. When I was 15 I used to visit my gran Mary Bowater in ...see more
I used to live 61, Coventry Road, where my Dad died in that house in 1961. Mum used to work at AWA Bitterswell, and my friend was Christine Bakewell who lived at 34, Coventry Road. Her Dad had an engineering business in Market Harborough. I went to school at Monks Kirby, then Newbold Grange School, Rugby. I didn't like village life as when I became older, there was never anything to do ! The Co-op used to ...see more
My grandfather, John Mitchell, owned the village blacksmiths, it had been in the Mitchell family for three generations. Granddad ran the forge with his sons Frank and John jnr, later John jnr left to do other things. Uncle Frank and Granddad continued and as shoeing became less needed they branched out into other forms of metalwork, designing and making ornamental gates that won John many an award.
Granddad ...see more
My great-grandfather Tommy (Thomas Kendal) Cross owned the Oxenholme Inn in the late 1800s. He apparently lost it in a card game and eventually emigrated to the United States with his wife and several children. I'd love to see a picture of the inn from back then or hear any stories or recollections.
The following information relates to the opening of the Blake school in Hednesford. The Blake school was built to replace the Central Secondary school for boys which was in Burns Street Chadsmoor (where Chadsmoor junior school is now sited) The building of the school commenced in March 1961 and was taken over in December 1962. The cost was £157,000. The school then consisted of a large and small hall, a library, ...see more
My name is Geoffrey Powell, My name was changed for family reasons from SAC Geoffrey Pallett, I was stationed at RAF Goldsborough, it was a camp situated at East Barnby but took the name from nearby Goldsborough. I was on a Bomb Disposal squadron and travelled each day to the now RAF Fylingdales to clear un-exploded munitions. We frequented the Fox public house at nearby Kettleness and walked nearly ...see more
Hi, does anyone remember the large portrait on the wall in the entrance of the Margaret Bevan Home, I am not sure which home it was, can anyone tell me where all the homes were besides Heswall? My email is: joytotheworld@yours.com
Thank you in anticapation.
Joyce xxx
This photo was taken in 1963, my husband was the boy on the bike. He said that it was taken on a Saturday afternoon. The chapel on the right of this view has now been demolished.
I was posted to RAF Gaydon in the summer of 1963 after serving 3 years in Cyrpus at RAF Nicosia. I underwent training on the Victor BMK 1 and then to 232 OCU where I found life a lot tougher than I was used to, tiring shift hours, extreme pressures to get 4 aircraft into the air in 4 minutes, an incredible sight, what must those aircrews have thought. We did lose one Victor, it crashed in woods near Stratford ...see more
I knew Queens Road, Peckham from around 1932 as a child - my grandmother lived there and my parents and all the aunts and uncles nearby as families did the., Peckham then was rather like a village, everyone knew each other.
I was a choir boy at St John's church in 1948. I couldn't sing but it was one way of getting out on Thurs for choir practice and Sunday for service.
I attended the junior school, but slept at the senior school. I have wonderful memories, especially of the eyes of the paintings that followed one if one wanted to go to the loo at night.
I remember walking home to Perthcelyn from Mountain Ash, after a pint at the Glancynon (now the rugby club) and the 'Navi', then on to the Nixons dance. We, Ray Furlong, Dave Furlong, Dai Gracco, Tony Bish, Alan Jones and myself, called 'Jessie' as my surname is James.
My parents wanted me to have a good upbringing and sent me to a private school where unfortunately the owners were tyrants. I was continually playing truant, so they then sent me to Pierrepont School in the autumn of 1955 where it was hoped I'd settle down. Alas, my memories of what went before played heavily upon my mind, yet again causing me to start running away. On more than one occasion ...see more
I was raised in Rosehill, Wallsend and was born at The Green in 1944. We lived at the top of Rose Bank and I went to the Central Infants and Junior Schools then to the Stephenson Memorial Secondary Modern in Howdon. We lived in a very small terrace house but as my parents divorced in the early 1950's there was only my mother and I so the house, although still tiny even for two people, was a happy place. ...see more
I went to Greetby Hill from 1960 to 1967 when I went to the Grammar School. I lived down Ladies Walk up past Cross Hall and we walked down Thompson Avenue, Tayor Avenue and Greetby Hill to get to school.
I remember Mr Butts and his bubble car.I remember being an angel in the infant school Christmas nativity play. A girl I knew, Very Rawsthorne, was killed walking to school on Liverpool Road.
I was in 1A1, 2A1, 3A1 ...see more
I lived in Ashton from 1940 to 1947 when I joined the Royal Air Force. I went to Heginbottom Modern School until 1944 and then became a tool maker apprentice at the Joshua Heap factory. At the same time I became a member of 247 Squadron ATC at the grammar school, as it was war time, we trained ready to enter service. Ashton was then a safe place to walk about, it had plenty of cinemas and I enjoyed ...see more
In August 1939 I was evacuated frm Salford to Caton. I had my gas mask, a small parcel of food and a label on my clothing. We arrived at the then beautiful station, adorned with flowers. Then we walked to the Village Institute, where villagers were waiting for us and to choose their evacuees. I was lucky to be chosen by a lovely old couple, George and Mary Thexton, who then lived at 4 Gable Houses, now ...see more
I was born in Brynmawr and lived there until I got married.
I can rember Deakin fair very well, it always was outside the Buffs club on Station Road which lead to Brynmawr railway station.
The fair was very busy ever week it come to Brynmawr, Tuesday night was busy, all the young people would go to the dance in Churchhouse, then down to the fair to finish off the night.
I also went to Medstead School from 1970 to 1975. I loved this little school, I can remember some of the teachers, Mrs Hill, Mrs Westlake, Miss Shaw, Mr. Orbell, Mr. Roberts, Mrs Macartan. Headmaster was Mr. Benham. School dinners here were THE best! The late Mrs. Wooster was the brilliant Cook, along with her team, Mrs. Letts, and Mrs. Keenan.
My father used to run a shop in Hornchurch. I have lovely memories of those days, playing in what I think was an old quarry at the back of the shop. The lady who ran the sweet shop gave me a bride doll which I adored. Helping my dad pack the cardboard boxes for home deliveries. I have a photo of my twin brother and I playing at the front of the shops. We moved away when I was seven and ...see more
My name is Brian Spray and I first saw Bretby Hall when I was 4 years old. I contracted Infantile Paralisis (Polio) in 1944 and was referred to see the lady doctor who practiced at Bretby, Dr Greason and Mr Lund. I spent 6 months on my first visit in 1948 and another 6 months in 1951. My next visit was in 1955, again 6 months. My last visit to stay was a year later in 1956, again another 6 months, in this stay ...see more
If my memory serves me right, about this time , earlier and later, the Boy Scouts met in this hall.
I have been looking at my parents wedding book dated 1953 and I have found an entry on the guest list for Mrs C Barker from the Efford Down Hotel. My father was Jack Barker and I know he had a cousin Joan from Bude. I just wondered if anybody might have know Mrs C Barker from the Hotel.
Ironically this picture represents two important monuments relating to my maternal uncle. At St. Peter's Church on the right is where he sang as a choir boy. The war memorial on the left immortalizes his death in 1943 at age 20. His name appears on the side facing the church. He served in 1st Airborne, Division Signals, Royal Corps of Signals and gave his life in Tunisia. He grew up nearby on Harlow Moor ...see more
I went to the old school now the village hall in 1969. I was there for 3 years as an infant before going to the new school on Martins Lane in 1972. The new school was opened in 1971 I believe as my sister was the first intake and I can just about remember it. It was definately not built in 1955 as the photo indicates. I lived at 4 Ansell Way from 1965 until 1977 and had the most fantastic childhood ...see more
I lived just a few hundred yards from St John's Church and attended mass every Sunday as well as Stations of the Cross or Benediction on Sunday Nights. There is an amazing area of mozaic behind the altar. I also attended the school from about 1946 - 1950 when I moved to St Patricks followed by Bury Convent. I was Marcia Tassiker then. My dad used to take photgraphs of the Whitsuntide processions and put them in our hardware shop window for people to buy.
Loved this pool, swimming, was like been abroad, bring back the LIDO.....it's more fun swimming outdoors.
I would like to see photos of the home which I was sent to.
My last entry was quite some time ago when I invited anyone interested to contact me on an EMail address which is no longer available. If anyone has attempted to contact me and (regrettably) has not received a reply I apologise and I would welcome hearing from any of the Irvinite's whose company I enjoyed 'a them years ago - the new and current EMail address is "jayjaynor@gmail.com". Ian
I remember staying at Porthledden House for the summer holidays.
Rambling around the Cape, fishing,swimming and cycling.
Names I remember Peter Farrell, my oldest friend in this world, a chap called Jacques with whom I played tabletennis, he was about 18 and French. Then there was a really beautiful West Indian girl whose name I forget.
The people in charge were Kay Wakefield-Richmond and Dorothy Charlton.
Happy memories from far off Australia.
My family lived in Goodyers Ave. Dad had #65 built in 1960/61 for around £13k by the next door neighbour who sold us the plot.
Best mates were Antony Draper [Oakridge Ave], Chris Francis [Craighall Ave],Caroline West [Links Drive] Charlie Thompson [Watling St] and Andrew Brodie [Williams Way]. I've lost touch with all except Charlie and his sister Ruth, and nowadays are now almost family and good friends.
I went ...see more
Having found my vocation overseas I obtained a post as a student Environmental Health Officer in The Civic Centre in Folkestone. I was living in a flat in Connaught Road and soon met another student who I later married. We studied at the South East London Technical College at Lower Sydenham, I qualified in 1974 and Gabrielle a year later. We married at Mapledurham near Reading and then bought a ...see more
I lived in Cobden Road behind the fire station and went to school first at Mayville Road and my first teacher's name was Mrs Frith?
Then I was transfered to Davies Lane because I lived on the wrong side of the high street. Finally going to Lakehouse Secondary Modern (no longer there). I agree with the sentiments already expressed about Bush Wood and Wansted Park, we sure were lucky to have all that on our ...see more
My husband and I were married at St. Mary's on the 27th June 1959 and Rev. Wright performed the ceremony which was one of the last he performed there before he retired. I was born in Loughton attending Staples Road Infants School and Roding Road Secondary.
I went to Suntrap School from 1957 to 1965. I have lots of happy memories of Hayling Island. I recently went back for a holiday with my brother - it was like stepping back in time! The seafront had hardly changed, the same shops and cafes were, it was a great time.
Tom Grossmith, my grandmother's uncle, had a business in Surrey Street in the late 1800s making gaiters and knickerbockers. When I was 15 I would cycle to Croydon from Wallington to try to find his shop. There was a butcher's shop at the Crown Hill end of Surrey Street and my mother would give me 15 shillings to get a leg of lamb. I soon found out that a leg of mutton only cost 12/6d so I would make half a crown for ...see more
I lived in Old Cleeve for 19 years at no. 17. Our surname was Ryan. We continued to live there after our mother's death in 1983 and our father died in 1986, we then moved up to Scotland, even though I have some fond memories of my life in Somerset.
I was born in No 1 in 1935 and lived there with my Gran and Granch and Mam and Dad until I went to university in 1955. My favourite memories are of 'The Patch' which was open ground behind Bridge Street. It became Lords Cricket Ground in the summer and the Arms Park in the winter or Somerton Park for rugby or football. Incidentally, Christine I went to infants school with Brin Bush and I was sorry to hear of his ...see more
My dad Henry Burton became Post Master at Dunks Green in the early 1950s. I had a wonderful childhood there. It was so quiet in the evenings that we played skipping with a long rope that was tied to the bus stop and stretched right across the road. We played rounders 'up the land'. My best friend was Doreen Crawley and at harvest time we rode on the back of her brother Bill's tractor up and down the ...see more
I attended the St Michael's Convent when it was a boarding school run by the nuns. I remember Sister Anastasia who was very kind. Also the prayers and the lovely church next door. I saw that they have bulldozed the convent and I think it's so sad. I was there in 1963 and it was to be my last school before I entered the world. When I was there the BBC came and did a Christmas broadcast. I was Victoria Redman then.
It was the weekend of the Royal Wedding and on Sunday, the day before the May Bank Holiday, our friends in Grimspound Border Morris were in a party mood. Our own group of dancers and musicians from Heather and Gorse Clog Morris joined the party at the Teign House Inn which is a delightful country pub several miles north along the lanes from Christow. The jolly ...see more
It was the weekend of the Royal Wedding and on Sunday, the day before the May Bank Holiday, everyone was in a party mood. We took a party of dancers and musicians to the Teign House Inn which is a delightful country pub several miles north along the lanes from Christow. The jolly landlord provided a camping field for some folks to to stay for the entire ...see more
I was born in Devonshire Road in 1961. I remember walking with my mum down Powell Road, through Pellhams Alley, past the North Parade post office, past the police station and along the High Road towards Langdon Hills. My mum had friends in Lee Chapel Lane and the walk seemed to go on forever. Happy days.
This photo shows the by-pass (Heol Gwilym) after its construction around 1962. Prior to by-pass construction, the A483 went through the village. The by-pass effectively neutered the village and thereafter its character deteriorated as a result. Coming before the demolition of the Plas, Llandybie's oldest building, The Corner House, Old Red Cow Waunllan, Cawdor Stores, the village lost much ...see more
I worked for Dents Transport from September 1986 until late May1998 almost the end of the company. Sad to see it go. I must have enjoyed working for them to have stayed so long, so many stayed much longer.
The trouble is there are no photos to commemorate the length of time that Dents ran. A lot of villagers worked for the company.
I was at Bulphan School 1948 to 1954-55 and well remember my days at school with Daphney Thomas. Maraget Walls, Tess Cross, Pat Cross, Yony Ballard, Maureen Batchford, and Barbara Batchford. Happy days they were too. The teachers were Miss Haynes, Miss Beatty, Miss Snowdon, Mrs Calderbank. PC Cook and PC Man were the village police constables, the police house was in Church Road where I lived with Mum, Dad and two ...see more
The newspaper published at Grantham in England, the original home of the ancestors of the well known Plumb and Parker families of Mills, Pottawattamie, Cass and Shelby Counties, recently carried a story of the departure for America of the Plumbs and Parkers who found the south-western Iowa families. The article follows:
An interesting story of villagers going abroad to face hard ...see more
I was born at 96 Station Road, Patricroft in 1934, and went to Lewis Street School. My best mates were Walter Mason and Derrick Pullar. I joined the Merchant Navy at 17 and sailed the world. I met a girl on board ship while on a voyage to New Zealand. Married for 54 years. I now live in Tunbridge Wells, Kent. The scene has changed, but not for the better. The scene shows where I think Tunnicliffes paper shop was, ...see more
I don't have a memory of the Warren, but I would love to hear from somebody, who has got a photo, or just memories of the sanatorium, that used to be down the very end of the Warren. M20 now runs right through where it used to be. Thank you
I went to school here at this house, Machan. It was used as a school from the early fifties to the middle sixties. The house itself was built in the art deco style, possibly in the years immediately before the war, or at latest in the late forties.
Most of the students were boarders with a few day school pupils. At holiday times other youngsters came and boarded for the summer holidays.
For a time I was the ...see more
I remember Glen Faba as a little girl, we lived in Stanstead Abbotts and owned a boat, and we used to always go to Glen Faba to more up every weekend. I remember going to the shop and buying sweets, and collecting water from the pump, I have a picture of me standing at the pump in my wellies. Cleareys boatyard had fond memories for my father who built his first boat there, and was friends with the Cleareys. I'll always ...see more