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Every year until I was a teenager we spent our annual holiday at Clacton. We stayed at the same boarding house every year on St Osyths Road, it was owned by a lovely motherly character called Mrs Theobald, whose husband Percy was the buyer for Thackers green grocers on Pier Avenue.
The pleasure boat in the picture is the Nemo II which was owned by "Newt" King. My brother and I used to get free rides, as Mr ...see more
Hi, I remember with fondness Chiseldon, being at the camp in 1955 and early 1956. My best memories are of Ma's cafe which we all visited throughout the week and the many times we visited the Saturday night dances at the British Legion hut.
Relaxing times were also spent at the Patriots Arms. I also remember a nice young lady who came into Ma's cafe on many occasions with a little dog, I think her ...see more
This isn't my memory, I want to know if anybody remembers my uncle Jack. He died in Maidstone hospital in 1985 aged 74 (I didn't know of him then) he was described as a retired newsvendor, so, I was wondering if anybody remembers him. I know that newsvendors can be quite characters so if you think you remember Jack I would be very interested to know. He was born in Texas and was about 7 when the family returned to the UK, so he may have had an unusual accent.
I was born in Madeley in 1951. My father was a coach driver for A.L.Jones of Victoria Road. I spent a lot of my early years sitting on the front seat of the coach, and sometimes on the engine cover next to Dad. I'm sure Health and Safety would have had a field day if they had been around then. I remember the winter of 1963 and the fact that I used to get into a lot of trouble with the other children at ...see more
My grandfather, Byron Kelsey, lived and farmed here. My father, Hugh Edwin Byron Kelsey, was born in this house.
This shop was Lofthouses Chemists who sold the original Fishermans Friend cough medicine. You took your own bottle and paid sixpence to have it filled, no matter how big the bottle was.
This model rail was built by a man from Wales and the money for it was provided by Randolph Turpin, the former boxer and middle-weight champion of the world. He lost his title to the American, Sugar Ray Robinson.
The project went bankrupt after about 4 years and the lines were taken up by Albert Foulds, a local scrap merchant
Hi, my name is Jean. I have been doing my family history for a while now, but cannot find anything at all about my grandfather John Francis Donald. All I know is that he lived on the green and before that in the Coulton by the river. I found out that he was awarded a pocket watch for rescuing 12 people from the River Tees, I do not know what year. He married my grandmother Mary Lawson at St Oswold's Catholic ...see more
I have many happy memories of going on holiday to Hemsby in the late 1960s and early 1970s. I remember we used to stay on the sand dunes in a wooden chalet-type building with no running water and an outside toilet, how times have changed. The one I thing do remember is a cottage with illuminated ornaments in the garden, I think they were models of old barrel-top gipsy caravans, but I may be wrong. ...see more
I moved with my family to live in Heath Lane in early 1956, just at the end of the side road leading to the 'rec'. At that time, it was a country lane with high hedges and there were fields where Granville Drive now is. Reynolds the builder built some of the houses in Heath Lane and Heath Grove and Warringtons built the houses in the Granville Drive area. Seth Hughes, headmaster of the Berwick Road school, ...see more
My grandmother was a pen pal to Phyllis Wilson from 1937-1944. The first letters are from 1937. Phyllis was 15 and a student at Morley Grammar School. Looking for anyone who knew Phyllis and knows if she was married and her married name. Wondering if my grandmother's letter survived the years as Phyllis' letters did in my grandmother's cedar chest. If Phyllis had children I am sure they would love to see the many letters she sent to my grandmother in Ohio.
My sister and I (Marina and Lesley Tonks) had many a bag of chips at Florries, they were the best. When we moved to the new high school on Middlewich Road about 1962, we had attended Wheelock School before coming to the new school, we then spent most of dinner times in Florries chippy.
I was born at USAF, Hospital, Burderdop Park, Chiseldon Highworth, Wiltshire, UK. I don't have any memories, but I do have a desire to find all I can. I wish to know as I have no memories. I have dreamed of going there, but cannot afford to. I currently live in Denver,Colorado, the place of my parents'birth. I would love to hear more about Chiseldon as it is my home town in my heart.
Great-Uncle John Percy Norfolk married Hilda Sanderson Campain and she had family connections in Alnwick. They had no children and I have thus inherited a fascinating assortment of their old sepia photographs of Alnwick and their family there, taken in about 1915.
Hello everybody
I want to know what is the origin of the name "Mithian". I did hear that the significance is: Saint Matthias in Italian, but I am not sure, because I can't find any information. Do you know what is the origin of the name Mithian? It is very important for me. If anyone knows, my mail is: xoloxixi@yahoo.com
Thank you.
My paternal grandparents lived in Schoolhouse Cottages off Lee Street where we occasionally stayed on holidays, Christmas etc. There was an alleyway called "Pawnshop Passage", emerging onto Mercer Row by the bow window in the photograph (Stationers Shop then?), which we children used as a shortcut to the town centre, or perhaps the Playhouse Cinema; when skipping through the passage we used to sing out to hear our ...see more
My first dinner-dance! My boyfriend,Ted, became my husband and remained so until his death 3 years ago.
I worked for Windsor Bros. The butchers name carried on. The owner then was Gordon Summers. I was a slaughterman. Around the back was the slaughter house, now demolished. I used to work there with Steve. Cannot remember his last name. He lived in the flat over the shop, when Mr Summers moved out to his bungalow. When the carcases were hanged up. Mr Morgan used to come and inspect them to see if they were ...see more
I trained in Glasgow Western during the reign of Miss Maimie Miller who was the Matron at that time - in the mid 1960s - she was followed by Miss Humphries.
I have fond memories of that lovely big hospital - and of the smell in the conservatory which led to the nurses home. I regret losing my hospital scarf which was navy with the badge design on it. Spent some time in the Eye Department although we had to have ...see more
My father waa from Seaton Carew. He was called Douglas Wilson and had 3 sisters I think, Marilyn was one, and a brother, Keith. I remember visiting during the late 1960 early 1970s. I think my grandparents ran a police section house but can't find any info about any relatives or a police section house.
I think my grandfather was Arthur or Ernest and my grandmother's maiden name was Robson.If you have any info please leave a comment or e-mail me at: jeffwilson19@btinternet.com
I was evacuated at the age of 4 yrs with my mother, Catherine and younger brother Alfred. We had been buried alive in a shelter, in Upton Park, East London and only saved when someone heard my mother screaming for help. I don't know how we got to WH but am told my mother arrived in the same dress she was wearing when she was dug out, it was soaking wet still. I wish I had got more ...see more
This used to be at the side of the old fire station where the metro club is now. It was moved to make way for the Aarchen way. I think they used it as a rubbish tip.
I remember walking past the bowling alley and the sound of Pet Clarks "Downtown" coming from somewhere, I am almost certain it was from the Alley. We were on our way to Calines Supermarket if I rember right, underneath the Accapulco night club. It was amazing, it had automatic sliding doors. When you stood on the big mat they opened. Science fiction stuff. "Downtown" was an amazing sound Me mam had picked me up from Akroyd Place council school. Has anyone got any photos of that for me to see?
I lived at 54 High Street, Kinghorn, Fife, Scoland, and went to school in Kinghorn and Burntisland. I remember the fish trains at night going to Burtisland and beyond and clanking up the hill as they came out of Kinghorn station. I also remember that it was double summer time.
I remember walking to school one morning in a 'crocodile' with the girls from the convent in Dovercourt. We were stopped at the Police Station and told we could go no further. I could see the water lapping not far from the the police Staition. When the water receeded we walked into Harwich to see the damage, there was a boat in the school playground. The school and the catholic church were never used again and later demolished. There is a garage now where the school and church once stood.
I remember walking along the promenade to the Pavilion. To continue our walk we had to go through the Pavilion. If my memory is correct it had a glass roof and front window and there were some palms and what seemed to a six-year-old huge greenhouse plants. I thought it was a most glamorous place. I remember the words Palm Court. Was it ever called Palm Court? Ruth Wright (nee Ashman)
For many centuries my ancestors came from this area, the latest person was my grandmother Daisy Dance who sadly passed away very young in 1938. If anyone has any information on her or my ancestors could you please let me know? My ancestors currently stretch back to the1600s. My mother Kathleen Edwards was born in West Hanney, not far away from this village, her father was William Thomas Edwards, he died in 1966, he was married to Daisy Dance in 1929 in Wantage.
My parents took us to Kilchattan Bay every year from the mid 1960s. As far as my sister and I were concerned we didn't want to go anywhere else but KB. Used to love climbing the Suidhe which was a ritual for all Glasgow kids. Mum had been evacuated to this part of Bute during the war and it seemed the natural choice for Glasgow holidaymakers. As a teenager I only remember long hot summers, playing with ...see more
In the war years my father drove a lorry or a tractor for May & Hassle timber importers. He would pick up men at various places around the town with his lorry which had a hut on the back. Timber was stacked around Lincolnshire at different sites; such as Scredington, Silk Willouby, Evedon, Bloxham, Ruskington, Ewarby, Howel, Aswarby Station, Cowbridge, Dancers Bank Kirton End, and others, to avoid being ...see more
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?
