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I moved to Featherstone in 1953. I lived at the police station opposite the crescent. It is now an education establishment of some sort. I remember Goodes fish and chip shop, it was the best. I used to play on the slag heaps looking for fossils and dodging the spots that were smoking. When Rovers played it was a massive deal. If we played Australia the school closed. I remember the miners boots clattering down ...see more
I spent many happy days at Baybridge (from the 1960s) at my great-grandmother's (Maughan) house (the house on the right of the picture), and went on to work part-time at the Lord Crewe Arms.
My wife has a poetry book. Inside was found a love letter dated New Years Day 1943. It was addressed to a person at 'White Gates', Copthorne Bank, Sussex. It is a wonderful message from a gentleman to a lady. To hold a letter, written in the cold and darkest of days of the 1940s, when the future was unsure, and people still sending warm words of love, is a real privilage. I hope that someone can provide some information on where White Gates can be found.
I had recently passed my driving test and drove a Morris Minor Saloon, to practice my parallel parking I used to drive down South Street after work or on a Sunday and park outside of Woolworths or Marks and Spencers and try various manoeuvres with the aid of the reflection of the car in the plate glass windows.
My grandparents lived here from the 1960s until 1998, living in the flat. We used to spend our summer holidays here and had great fun!
A part of my boyhood was spent on a smallholding just outside of Wickford, the smallholding was called Littlemead. When I first went to Wickford my uncle Ted picked us up from the railway station in a pony and trap, the horse was called Lady. At Littlemeade there was no running water, no electricity, no gas, the source of heating and cooking was a black range in the main room. All I can remember of the ...see more
Great-Grandad Samuel George Marlow's family lived at Bradfield and he was born there in 1858. I think he may have been a twin. Sadly I have been unable to learn anything at all about him but I am looking forward to visitng Bradfield and walking around the same place he must have seen all those years ago.
My father was in the Army stationed a Bulford in the Command Supply Depot. We lived in one of the houses in a complex called The Albany now (Aldi). I attended the C of E school at Hampshire Cross and later Tidworth Down school. I remeber the construction of the swimming pool, the brains behind that was Tom Tuxford who sadly is no longer with us. One of my biggest friends was John West, I also knew his sister ...see more
Ford End is now a shell of its former self, almost like the UK. When I was a child in the village, growing up, there was no better place to be.
There was a shop, two pubs, the Spread Eagle at the top of the village and the Swan at the bottom of the hill, a dairy, post office, village hall, cricket pavilion and not forgetting the C of E primary school that I attended from 1970 to 1977 before going on to ...see more
My great uncle lived with his family at 46 Park Browad in Landewednack. The family history suggests he and his family lived around here until a move to the Lizard. He was a doctor and 2 of his sons followed his profession and also lived with their father for some time according to cencus forms. Any help from anyone with some knowledge of this family would be so grateully received at: janet.hammond1@gmail.com Many thanks if you can be of assistance. Janet
I was brought up in Kemsing at the foot of the Downs and we children would walk up to Woodlands Holiday Camp to swim for a shilling or so. On a fine weekend you could take your swimming things and some refreshments and stay up there for several hours. The pool was generally freezing and by today's standards pretty unhygenic and often with green slime on the walls and bottom and dead flies on ...see more
1958
My parents, my two sisters and I lived in Stoke by Clare at a thatched house called Thatchety, opposite the Red Lion hotel. My father's aunt, Maudie Firth, owned the mill at Wixoe. My twin sister, Lynda, and I would ride our bikes to visit her. We would stop at an old spinster’s home for lemonade and biscuits. I don’t remember her name. I too would fish from the bridge by the old mill. I remember catching perch. My ...see more
My aunts and uncles lived in East Howle and I was a regular visitor around and before 1950. The two families lived opposite one another in what I think may have been "railway cottages" and my cousins totalled 9. In those days you got off the ABC bus at the railway crossing and walked along a path towards the Jubilee Bridge. The track then carried on towards the Tar-beds and West Cornforth.
My relatives lived ...see more
The Common, which is a delightful huge stretch of open ground from Cardiff Road to the Westra, was the sporting centre for the villagers. Here the cricket club played and the rugby club also held their matches too. Just off the Common is the home of both the Bowls Club and tennis club.
My memory of playing for the cricket club was on the day of the 1966 World Cup final when England were ...see more
There was a rag and bone man on Church Street whom we knew as Charlie. Every week local housewives would gather in his yard to buy secondhand clothing and toys which he would auction from the back of a cart laden with an assortment of items which he had collected earlier. The women would stand in a group around the cart yelling his name each time he held aloft an item of clothing or a toy they ...see more
My dad, Charles Davies, became the manager of this branch of the National Provincial Bank in 1965 and we moved to the village to live on the Twyncyn, off the Common in 1966. He remained there as manager for quite some time - seeing through the change to it being a Nat West bank. The Three Horse Shoes pub at that time was run by a cantankerous landlord who delighted in getting into ...see more
I lived in the house in the foreground of this picture, known as Hartshorn, from 1960 to 1964. The barn just visible on the left was our garage. The house itself was alleged to be an Elizabethan hall house and every room upstairs had a floor at a different angle to the others as each was put in separately. There was a bread oven in one room and a huge open fireplace in the other with a tiny ...see more
I was born and raised in the Fleet area. My dad (Leonard) had a shop in the High Street, and I used to be friends with Christine who lived at the very top of the High Street, her dad also had a shop. I knew this area well and I remember the milkbar where we went for milkshakes. We used to go to school in Farnborough by steam train, we had to walk down to the station and catch the train to Farnborough, lovely when it was ...see more
My name is Derek Hall, the brother to Martin Hall & Pamela Hall, we used to live at No 3 Eardiston View in Menith Wood in the 1960s with our mom Velta Hall. I am now 58 years old living in London with four grown up children from two mariages, I commute to Southampton where I work on Esso Refinery. I was wondering what happened to all of the village children that would now be around my ...see more
Although I was born in Coventry in 1953 my mum and her family were from Wheatley Hill and I spent many happy holidays there visiting my grandparents, aunts, uncles and many cousins. My grandparents were Joseph and Mary Parker who lived at 5, 5th Street. They had 9 children who were Elsie, Annie (my mum) who was known as Nancy, Bob, Bill, twins Joe and Elaine (she died as a toddler), twins Jack and Thomas ...see more
View of priory.
I remember seeing the house before and after the bomb struck. The front of the house was demolished leaving just the front of the ground and first floor hanging there. At the time I lived opposite and the upper floors of our home collapsed as well.
My grandfather, George, was one of the Seaward Brothers Ltd, Builders, based in Limbury; the other brother was Frank. I used to visit the 'yard' with my dad, Keith who was the only son of George and his wife Lilian (Chandler), they also had three daughters, Molly, Cynthia and Moira. I used to go to Biscot Church with my granny when she 'did' the flowers for the Sunday services and sometimes she would ...see more
My glorious childhood summer holidays were spent with relatives living at Bradlow - and especially my grandfather (died 1947) with whom I would go for walks into the Frith Woods to collect logs and kindling sticks for the open fires. On Sundays there would be attendance at St.Michael's and All Angels Church - best outfits for these occasions! Fridays would be visits to Ledbury Town calling in at ...see more
Was there ever a a children's home in Riverhead or near by? My husband's family use to have a little girl to tea called Iris, can anybody remember a place?
My gandfather was Alfred Patchett and he was a successful butcher in the making when he opened his butchers shop in Chapel Street, Bingley. I believe it is the road which runs off to the right in this photograph. I have a photo of him standing proudly in the doorway of the shop,only a young man in his early 30s. It looked to be a flat roofed building. My mum remembers as a young girl going to the shop ...see more
Although I was living elsewhere, because of my husband's work, I came back to Mortimer to have my son christened. He was proud to be christened in St John's Church.
My mother, before her marriage, lived with her parents at 2 Whitefriars Terrace, near Kings Lynn docks. Her father, Arthur Henry Drew, was master of a small coaster, the Lizzie and Annie, working along the east coast. She had a long working life, having been built in 1877, and was broken up in 1971. On our visits to my grandparents in the thirties I spent much time on the dockside and river bank, ...see more
I was born 1943 in 6 Moor Lane, Wingate at my grandparents' house (Joe and Margaret(Ginny)Lee, then moved to 53 Kings Road, before moving to Trimdon Village in 1953 just after the coronation. I too have fond memories of the place. The Palace and the Empire, the pit heaps, the Sprays/Johns cafe/Pirelies cafe/Glasses Pond. My uncle, Harold Rutter, was the cobbler whose shop was at the bottom next but one to the post office ...see more
My grandparents lived in Cardiff Street, Ogmore Vale. My grandfather and uncle both worked in the mine, sometime in the late 1930s there was an accident and everyone got out, but my uncle who was an animal lover went back to save his horse and got killed, the horse got out safe. My grandmother was cleaning her front step when someone came and told her of the death. She never got over the death and ...see more
My mum and dad Michael and Cynthia Mcginn owned the village stores for some years from when I was born and up to about the age of 6 or 7. I had a wonderful child-minder called Rosemary Green, her husband was Fred and they lived on the right on the way to Hugh Heffner's place...Dad can remember Roger Moore filming 'The Saint' and buying a box of Mars bars in the shop for all the village children...happy days..
If ...see more
I lived and went to school in Shotton Colliery, and hated the place. Luckily I realised that living there was not for me, so at the age of 16 I joined the RAF and was posted to Wiltshire, clean air, beautiful rolling downs, a white horse carved in the hillside, I thought I was in heaven... On top of that, the RAF gave me a trade and improved my education as opposed to the sadists I encounted at Shotton ...see more
Hi, it looks like this house was set against the Corn Brook midway between Corn Brook bridge on the A4117 and Fairyglen which is downstream. The house is no longer there, but where it was, was a place called Enoch's Garden. We used to play around there when we were kids. My mother was born just below at the Poplars, and I was born at Lea Cottage on Furnace Lane. My mother's maiden name is Thomas, more local names would be the Cleetons, Prices, Turner and Edwards.
In the late 1950s and early 1960s I lived in both the Bookhams. Firstly in the house attached to Bookham Railway Station and later in a flat at Maddox Park House. I worked at CERL in Leatherhead, cycling over the common and through Fetcham to get there. Steam trains still delivered trucks of coal to Wheal's coal yard. Whilst at the station house we had a black and white ...see more
A message for all previous Haymill pupils, I remember the school with very mixed memories, Mr Thorn (nick-named 'Spike'), I, like Jan, was also in Mr Wilson's class, he was a lovely teacher, he was nicknamed 'Wacker Wilson' due to the 'slipper' he would often display during the more boisterous moments in class. I was known as Sandra Smith in those days. I remember there being a dentist next to the school ...see more
As an old Coity boy, I also worked in "Stampers".
My grandmother used to live in St Nicholas Road next door to the corner shop opposite St Nicholas House. I have many happy memories of visits from Downend, and walking her dog Smokey. Gran died in 1968 after the police were called to find her unconcious at her home, we never did find out what had happened. She was known locally as Granny Mainstone and used to keep the shop keeper supplied with tea ...see more
I lived and worked in Fareham when I moved with my family from Hertfordshire. My father and uncle worked for Fareham District Council. I remember going to the Odeon and Embassy cinemas on many occasions with my fiance. I worked at Bonifacer and Cousins a motor engineers in West Street. I used to use the Provincial bus to go to and fro to work. I married my now husband at St Peter and Pauls Church, ...see more
I'm not sure of the year, but a pig sty used to stand where there are now flats on the left hand side of Peache Road on the corner going towards Downend. I used to hear the pigs squealing when I was quite young and did not like walking past. Does anyone else remember this? I used to live in Burley Grove from the age of about five and moved away at fifteen to Cornwall. Happy days at both Downend Primary and Stockwell Hill, I also remember disco's at Badminton Road Youth Club.
As a small child, I lived in Beckenham, and we used visit my grandmother who lived in a flat in Queen Adelaide Court. From her lounge window we could see the Almshouses. At that age I did not have any real understanding of what they were, but they held a strange fascination for me because they were so different from the surrounding houses and blocks of flats. I have many memories of Penge, including the market ...see more
I remember Marnhull, but can't remember the Catholic church there. I think I know you, I think you knew my sister Linda Bright, now Conway.
I remember making my first Holy Communion in Holy Trinity Church, which was by then a wee bit changed from the photograph. It changed a great deal after the altar was set on fire in the early 1960s, when the Sanctuary was redecorated and we had to have a new altar, which was light wood. So very different from the original, nice in its own way but nothing like the beauty of the ...see more
I attended the school from 1946-1951. The teacher at first was Miss Semper, who I do not remember too well. After her came Mrs. Pat Bishop, who was a lovely lady, she and her husband lived in the school house in the playground. She was influential in getting the first children from Boddington through to Grammar School, giving extra classes after school in her own home. I remember her ...see more
When I was growing up in Shifnal there was no carnival, only the Dove Club weekend, the fair visited the last weekend in June as it still does to this day. My memories of that time are always having something new to wear and Grandad sharing out the pennies he had saved amongst all his grandchildren for us to spend down the fair. All the family came to visit and we used to meet up with all our relations down the street, ...see more
I lived in Heswall from 1952 until 1966. In the spring of 1964, myself and number of my chums were asked to convert an old ship's lifeboat, which had been placed in the garden to the rear of the hospital, into a pirate ship. With the aid of lots of plywood sheets (donated?), I used my experience of ships and boats to guide our team to cover up all the sticky tar and create a safe and realistic ...see more
I was an apprentice jockey with master Robert Charles Ward from 1954 to 1960, then I went in the Forces, then I emigrated to Australia and now live in Victoria, in Langwarrin. With reference to Mrs Gillian Barsby, her brother, Mr Fred Griffiths, I knew him, he used to open the gates at the railway crossing just down from the stables at Hazel Slade, and he used to come down to the stables in ...see more
Being the offspring of parents otherwise engaged, and only partially supervised by a succession of Nannies, whose only concern was that we should be clean and respectably dressed when we got up to mischief, we were members of a local 'gang' called the Secret Army.
Our aim was to be a Secret Underground Army, so that in time of need we could go bush, and defend King and Country against ...see more
Running down from Barton Common is a small river called Becton Bunny. This occupied the local gang of unsupervised children caled the Secret Army for many summer days, building substantial dams, which eventually burst sending a rush of yellow water and mud towards unsuspecting sun worshippers on the beach.
We dug caves into the cliff, and somehow avoided being buried.
One day we found ...see more
During the early Second World War years there was considerable construction along the Barton beach and the cliff top to hinder any possible designs of the dastardly twins on our rural paradise. These constructions used to be a major playground for the Secret Army, a dozen or so local kids, growing old in Barton without parental supervision or a Disneyland.
As a child allowed to survive formative years without the ...see more
My parents moved to Churchill in January, 1963 and took over the running of the shop. We stayed there until 1969 and I have very fond memories of the village. My grandmother, and the ashes of my father and mother are buried in the small churchyard at the bottom of Hastings Hill.
I have been wondering who the two women are in the photo. I wonder if anybody has got any idea or knows who they are?
Hi, I am looking for pictures and written accounts about The Dandy horse drawn train as my great-great-great-grandad used to drive it, his name was Isaac Hickson. Hope someone can get back to me at angelaquinn2009@live.co.uk. Thank you, Angela Quinn.
I was only a nipper in 1942 but recall clearly the German bombing raids Weston had to survive. Bristol was their main target, but to get a smart getaway they would fly over Weston shedding any spare bombs as they went and unfortunately Weston was right in their flight path. Barrage balloons surrounded the town but were often shot down by the enemy. I lived in Coombe Cottage, which was, if I ...see more
I have memories of climbing the beacon and sitting on top around the hole. Looking at it now, that was a feat in itself.
This is not actually my memory, I am hoping someone will know of or remember the Rouse family who lived in Hemley. My ggg grandfather was born c1785 in Hemley and I am trying to trace any ancestors. Joseph joined the army in 1806, married an Irish girl, invalided out of the army in 1827 from Kilmainham Hospital. In 1851 he is living in Winchester with Margaret and his children, he died in 1858 Lynda
I read the memories of Aberaman and Miss Venables with great interest and a bit of a tear in my eye. My grandparents emigrated from Aberdare, New Tredegar area in 1912, two weeks after the Titanic went down. The fares were cheap. I grew up in the 1950's in Welland, Ontario Canada next door to my dear Granma, Alice Stallard Venables. My grandfather, Albert Venables, of Aberdare, died a few weeks after my ...see more
The lady and the small boy by the Wax Museum are my mother and me. I was born in 1962.
Swimming at the open air pool was so compulsory at George Spicer and then Kingsmead schools but then we grew a little and in the holidays worked at Pearsons and danced at the Court above Burtons in the market square. Those days it was safe to walk home at night and everyone seemed to know everyone, the town seemed so small and people were actually nice to each other. We started off in Graeme Road and moved to ...see more
I lived in Jubilee Cottages in Nethercote with mum and dad. My dad, Charlie Wilson, collected milk from the farms in the area, his lorry being based at Swepstone Dairy. Mum, Florence, worked in the dairy making Stilton cheese. I spent many happy hours travelling in the lorry and walking round the factory watching the making of cheese from milk to lovely blue stilton! Unfortunately dad died from a heart ...see more
I lived at Trenholme Bar in Station House next to the Forth family. Across the road lived a lady called Mrs Jobling, her late husband had been a tailor. This house was demolished to make way for the new road. My brother and sister attended Crathorne School, we travelled to school on Crowes Bus, it cost 1 old penny return. There is another house in the old station yard, this family were called Charlie and Nan ...see more
I lived at Home Farm, Otter Ferry in the late 1970s with George Thomson and my two children, Linda and Colin. I particularly remember the Macdonalds, the Olsens, Nan and Angus Sutherland who were the proprieters of the Kilfinan Hotel and Bob Halley, the woodman on the Otter Estate and who, I believe, still lives on the estate. These were very happy days and my children still talk of Otter Ferry with great ...see more
I would have thought even in 1965 there would have been more cars around. Not a yellow line in sight but with so little traffic there was no need. Church Road has really changed since this snap was taken, particularly toward the lower end where pedestrianization occured. Sadly Burgess Hill town centre, apart from Saturday mornings, is just about as empty of people as in this picture. It has the feel of a ...see more
I was born in 1945 at the end of the Second World War at was then 3 Park Villas, Goff's Lane, the home of my grandmother, Alice Emma James. House renumbering during the 1950s resulted in the house becoming 393 Goff's Lane. I was delivered by the district nurse, Nurse Gilbert from across the road.
My mother had been evacuated there with my sister, Doreen, in order to escape the bombings of East ...see more
In 1942 aged 5 due to my father being a shipwright in the Portsmouth Dockyard he was transferred to a satellite dockyard at Dunstaffnage where we stayed as a family until the war finished and we then moved back to Pompey. Workers in the Dockyard came from Chatham, Devonport and Rosyth. The dockyard had AFD 19 which was a floating dock to repair damaged North Atlantic and Artic convoy ships. My ...see more
My mum was born in Lower Link and started St Mary Bourne School around 1942. In those days there were only two classrooms in use. The Head Mistress was either a Miss or Mrs Lee who taught the older children. She thinks her teacher was Mrs Thompson (who, each day, brought her small son called Roger in with her - can anyone confirm this?). As there was no school dinners at this time she went to her ...see more
I certainly remember Stuchbery's and went there once a year for the new school uniform with its felt hat and navy knickers. A great institution. Then I married the son of the owner and we called our second child Robin Stuchbery Turner. Please note correct spelling of this tricky name, I have nineteenth century business cards & notepaper in front of me. The Australian branch of the family had a slight change to the ...see more
Stormy Point was a very popular destination for cavers and for those seeking the wide-ranging views over the Cheshire plain but without the crowds that came to Castle Rock, particularly on a Sunday. My vivid memory of Stormy Point comes from about the same year as the photograph, when there was giant bonfire and fireworks on Stormy Point. The crowds became very excited when they could also pick out the ...see more
Hi, my name is Brian Jaffray, I was at Stanhope School 1969 -1973, also my brother Johnny was there as well, we were known as the Jaffa brothers. I was in Bewdley house. Teachers I remember were Pervis, Maddison, Wheeler, Gasgoigne. I only have bad memories of being there. I call them teachers but they would be locked up now for what they did to us. If anyone remember me or my brother I would like to hear from you.
In 1944 I was evacuated to St.Teilo Street, Pontardulais, with a wonderful couple who treated me as a daughter. As I was only 7years old it was a big wrench for me but they soon had me fitting in with their family and I have many wonderful memories of being taken up mountains, to the pictures and the seaside together with lots of love and cuddles. Everything was so different from my home and the memories of bombs and doodlebugs.
I lived in a terraced cottage with a family named Hatch. Mrs. Hatch ran the grocers and the post office in 1969. My daughter Cassie was just over a year old and used to play on the porch between the house and the store. She would do the baby run to the other end and grab Mrs. Hatch's skirts and give her a hug and then laugh out loud and sit down in a plop. Mrs. Hatch was a lovely woman.
I remember Mr Wood, Topham, Sharp, Bower, Crofts - does anyone else remember it?
I went to Woodcroft Primary School in 1966. I was born in Borehamwood, moved to Burnt Oak in 1962. It was a great place to live. Watling park, Blundell park, great times xx. I remember Debbie Davies, Lizzie True, Cheryl Hiller, Jenny Cole, she was my next door neighbour. Michelle West lived in Oldberry Road. I loved the Saturday market, and the library on Saturday. I was there yesterday, 11 Jan 2011, it has ...see more
I lived in Ferryside for a year in 1956/7. I made some lovely friends, but there was one special friend, her name was Moreen Marks, she lived with her parents at the bottom of the road that runs past the church. Her sister Megan lived next door with her husband. Moreen and some of the other friends would meet at the cafe/shop that was at the edge of the railway gates to dance the night away!!! There was a pub ...see more
I, Louise Lomas, grew up at no. 58 Snape Hill Crescent, Dronfield with my mum and dad and sister Dawn and Brian Lomas and Nicola, oh and not forgetting Benjamin our border collie dog. My grandad, James Marples, lived at number 52 Snape Hill Crescent, the man I addored and loved so much, I think of him every day of my life and miss him terribly, he died November 1977, Saturday evening, while watching Starsky and ...see more
I am writing this because I have been back to Clara visiting after I was contacted by Brian and Helen who now live in me Granda's house, they had read my memories of Newburn which mentioned Clara and sent me a message. Me Grandad Cecil Daniel Burrows lived at 1 West View with me Grandma Annie Parker from Gateshead, they brought up seven sons in this two bed end cottage, they kept trying to have a girl and when that ...see more
They used to have a club for youngsters at the Baptist Church in High Street on Thursday nights, sometimes I would call in. Sometimes they would be a Magic Lantern, stories from the Bible. But one night I was passing, with no intention of calling in, then I changed my mind. Then entering the passage leading to the back room, I was confronted with teenagers screaming with laughter. As I went into the inside ...see more
I was evacuated aged 5 years old to Akeley during the war with my mother. I can remember going to the school on the village square and being allowed to play in the field behind when the weather was fine. My friends were two brothers and a sister from the Jones family living next door at no 2. We used to raid the farmer's orchard for apples until he came running out shouting and chasing us. I ...see more
I think we moved to Edlesborough in 1953/54, when I was 3/4 and my brother Philip was 6/7, my father worked for farmer Pratt, at Southall Farm along Northall Road. I think it now sells furniture, we lived at No 23. I attended the local school, the Headmistress was a Miss Price, my mum didn't get on with her at all. The 24th Edlesborough / 64th Beds was the local scout/cub group, I nearly got my Silver Wolf ...see more
It's been a long struggle but we have achieved much regarding searching the family history of the Turners of Ditchling, through their exploits at winning in cricket, horse shows, vegetable competitions etc. They were based at Standean farm initially but the family spread out out into the village over a period of time, last known survivor working at the private school when it was running. Through ...see more
I am an artist from Belgrade, Serbia and I loved Bacton at the first sight. The most wonderful Christmas of my life was in Bacton! I will never forget it! My friend has lived in Bacton, so I had to see that magic place, Bacton. I spent a few months there...walking on the sea shore... in such a fantastic atmosphere that I will remember as long as I live!
My favorite birds is the white dove. It is a symbol of inner ...see more