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I lived both at Church Street, Caerau and at Lloyd Street, Caerau, the latter close to the library. Often as young people we would play snooker and table tennis at the library, sometimes even reading the newspapers there. Girls were never allowed in, and the place was always filled with smoke, for all the men that played on the tables would be smoking their fags.
Fond memories of Whitley Bay: Taking the 17 bus from South Wellfield to the bus station, Whitley Bay, with John Taylor. Dressed in our best (and only) Mod gear we would go to the Spanish City to seek out lasses and avoid attention of any Rockers! With only a tanner each in our pockets we could get two rides on the dodgems and walk home. On summer weekends the place was always packed, I remember ...see more
I think the chemist shop is on this road, along with the baths,
What a year 1961 was for me. Like others before me I arrived at Warnham not knowing what to expect but found a place of peace for the first time in my life where I was treated with kindness. When we arrived Ernest Savage and his wife Margariet greeted everyone in the hall and then we were whisked off by Miss Western and Miss Bedford for something to eat and then a bath before being given our school ...see more
Hot dog stall, Lewisham, Wooly's Saturday afternoon, Saturday morning pictures, Cheismans, Elvis, rock and roll, Chislehurst caves, jazz Saturday nights, chasing girls to get candle back, being chased by Deptford boys in Bedford van, clambering through the river tunnel under Cheismans, courting in Ladywellwreck, youth club in Davenport Road, Catford, watching the show on the bandstand in Mountfield Park, playing ...see more
I was born in Bampton in 1957, my family moved away to Dunstable to give us a start in life. I have always and always will reguard Bampton as my home. I visit when I can which is about once a year. I walk around the village which brings back lots of memories. The times I remember are of going to the fields in May to get wild flowers to make a garland to take around on the spring bank holidays, also ...see more
Each August Bank Holiday Monday Bampton, near Exmoor, is the venue for a huge village open day. This year's event featured a duck race, teddy bear parachuting form the top of St Michael's Church Tower, tombola, white elephant sales and special opening hours by most of the village's shops, cafes and pubs. For me the highlight was the entertainments offered in the Riverside Hall on a special music and talent ...see more
My grandfather was a coachman at this place. He met and married my grandmother who was a tablemaid. I don't know the dates exactly, it could have been around this time. Names were Robert Nisbet Adam and Maggie macRady/Mcready. I'm looking for any information / old records....my email is: dot007@yahoo.co.uk
We typed in Castle Cary, Bonnybridge, Stirlingshire, FK4 2HP.....has the place been renamed?.
My grandfather was a coachman at this place. He met and married my grandmother who was a tablemaid. I don't know the dates exactly, it could have been around this time. Names were Robert Nisbet Adam and Maggie macRady/Mcready. I'm looking for any information/ old records....my email is: dot007@yahoo.co.uk
We typed in Castle Cary, Bonnybridge, Stirlingshire, FK4 2HP.....has the place been renamed?
My dad was born 1915 and I was born 1947. At the age of seven he went blind so he went to Queen Victoria Blind School in Newcastle till he was 15 years old. When he came out he learned to play the accordion, he went round the clubs in the North East and played to people in the pubs and clubs. When he was 6 he went blackberry picking on the Glebe pit railway line with my aunt, there ...see more
I remember the houses being built in Raglan Way, during the 1950s.
With some friends I recall that we walked along the soil pipes, which had been laid at the bottom of trenches, probably that morning. We obviously broke the cement joints, as when we looked into the trenches the following day, "blue" coloured water was everywhere!
That was a bit naughty on our part and of course the drains had to be re-laid.
As a child our family stayed near the village of Blaenplwyf and as we passed Frondeg Farm my father always pointed out a field know as Cae Balloon (Balloon Field). Frondeg Farm had been farmed by his Grandfather and he had been ploughing the field one day when his horses and, I suspect he, had been startled by a huge balloon floating towards them. It landed in the field and by sign language, for they were French, ...see more
As a 12 year old boy scout from Dublin, Ireland I remember that our troop (the 26th St. Columba's) was the first from Ireland to hold our annual camp outside of Ireland. I remember camping at Quarr Abbey near the Solent. We swam in the Solent and I can remember one day swimming when one of the big liners passed by and we felt the swell from the ship. I remember the ...see more
My parents opened a grocery store at the bottom of Hatherley Road in 1960. It had been a corn chandlers before run by the Jennings family. Dad redesigned the shop on "modern " lines as a mini supermarket. I have many happy memories of our time living above the shop. My brother and I would often take the grocery orders to the big houses in Hatherley Road and met many interesting people.
We were there when the snow ...see more
I was born in Gantshill in 1947 and my formative years were spent all around the area. I remember my meeting my mum for lunch at Sally Lunns sometimes during the school holidays as she worked at the Prudential Building. I went to Gearies girls school which no longer exists and when I left school I worked at a hairdressers shop in Cranbrook Road called Betta Waves which was run by an ...see more
I was evacuated to my grandparents' cottage in Oldends Lane, Rosetree Cottage. Their names were Helen Harris and William Harris. I remember going round to the Spa Inn pub and waiting in the garden for them, sometimes I was asked to pick the skittles up while the people were playing skittles. My grand's brother had a farm next to their cottage. Their names were George and May Harris. They were great times, at least I would go down there after the war with my mum, dad and sister.
I was born on the Garn in 1961 and shared very many happy days.
You didn't worry about locking your door or strangers because everyone knew everyone. My memories were:- sliding down the policeman's hill (as it was known then) when snow was snow, from top to bottom, knock out ginger, devil up the drain pipe on Halloween (naughty), fireworks especially jackijumpers, pictures on a Saturday morning cost ...see more
I wonder if anybody remembers Green Hedges. I believe it was a maternity home in 1941 as I was born there. I recently went to back to Ditchling and it is now an old people's home.
My mother went to Ditchling during 1940/41 to escape the war in London. My grandmother was a leading light in the Red Cross Movement and her name was Mrs. Winder, she was a doctor's widow. My aunt also lived there and her ...see more
My father, Peter Mansfield, owned this shop from c1955. He was an electrician and refrigeration engineer. I can remember filling cans with paraffin for my father to deliver. My future husband says he only married me because my father had petrol pumps and he could get cheap petrol. As a child we lived with my granadparents Lilian and Frank Mansfield up Bakers Lane. My brother David died earlier this year. ...see more
Relatives of my mum, she is 85 years young, originally ran the Malt Shovel Inn in Crakehall. My mum was born in 1925 so this must have been the 1920s to 1930s. I have old photos of the Malt Shovel then but can find no records of them.
My mother has just reached 100 years of age. She was the grand-daughter of a Sarah Barker (née Ayling) who came out to Australia in her early 20's. Sarah had two brothers, David and Alfred Charles. Their parents were George and Betsy Ayling of Chiddingfold. The father had died and Betsy with daughter Sarah and son Alfred Charles migrated to Australia in 1882/3. Sarah married an Australian landowner, Henry ...see more
I remember the bus station at Lancaster during and after the war. I found it, even as a child, somewhat evocative and I used to love the way the engines would throb while waiting to go and the places they were going, with magical names,such as Silverdale, Carnforth, Yealand Conyers, Nether Kellet. They fascinated me.
I remember living there in the married quarters when the war was over and my dad was posted there, must have been 1946. My dad was in the Kings Own Royal Regiment and we lived there for quite a short time and I went to school in Bowerham. I ived in Lancaster with my Auntie and Uncle who lived in Sulby Drive in Lancaster as well. My cousins were Brian, Leonard and Pat Redburn and I have lost touch with them competely I am afraid
My grandparents lived in Scarlett Cottages in Cowden. He was killed in the lst world war after which my grandmother moved away. My mum, aunt and uncle were 5 & 7 at the time. I know they were frienly with a lad whose parents ran a garege at that time and the children all attended the local school. My grandfathers name (John Smith) died in 1917 and his name is on the local war memorial there. Has ...see more
This view of children in Molesworth Street is fascinating - more than 100 years later our dance group entertained children and holidaymakers at the same spot. Our "Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers" joined up with the "Saffron Maids", and "Black Bess Border Morris" plus the "Ilfracombe Red Petticoats" to provide street entertainment as part of the Wadebridge Folk Festival. We danced near the Swan ...see more
I was born in Catfoss at Astral House. Is there anybody out there who knows of this place and where it is today?
dmoore@leedsth.nhs.uk
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These are Bedfont memories of my father Peter Brunt, born in Bedfont in 1932. Does anything ring a bell with anyone?
Lawrence's orchard and chicken farm was opposite Bedfont School. The field next door to the school was the Bedfont recreation ground until 1940 when it was converted to an ack-ack, anti aircraft battery (army). In 1946 they got it back as their football field and still had some ...see more
I'm shocked to the core to read the above message about the bloke being abused. I was at Taxal Lodge from 1989-92 and had an absolutely brilliant time there. The scenery in the winter from my bedroom window was outstanding and the summers were even better. All the social workers were brilliant and the activities we could do in the hills was something we would never have got the chance to do back in the city. I'm ...see more
I worked here and the manager was Mr Tremaine, good times then. The boy who worked the lights was Len Bowgen who lived at The Brook, Chatham but emigrated to America. I used to sell ice creams in the interval.
My sister and I attended Carlingcott Methodist Church and we were both in Cora Brock's class. Cora lived opposite the church. Mr Wines was the Sunday School Superintendant. At Easter the church was packed with people and we always had new cloths for Easter. Next to the church was Mr Nichol's farm and we use to by Morgan Sweet apples from him. Also in the village was Mr Wilcox's shop, who sold most ...see more
I remember Beatie Bebb had a horrid little Scottie dog that used to chase me around the road trying to bite me. I was terrified of it !!
My Grandparents lived in Swiss Cottage for many years. We used to stay there as children. When we first went there was no electricity and limited water. We had to go to bed with oil lamps and all food was cooked on the Aga in the kitchen. I loved it there. My sister and I would spend hours wandering in the Queen Elizabeth Forest. We also spent a lot of time feeding the pigs in the pig farm at the end of the ...see more
Wonderful memories of Greatstone. My fifth birthday. A picnic on the vast sandy beach, playing hide & seek in the sand dunes, swimming in the sea-the water I recall was rather murky & the beach very muddy when the tide went out but we kids didn't care. Later a trip on the Hythe Dymchurch Dungeness miniature railway from one end to the other. Stopping at Dungeness to visit the lighthouse. ...see more
My Grandfather's name was Gerald Arthur Seale, his father was game keeper at Halls Place in the late 1800's and early 1900's and his name was Gerald Walter Seale, I beleive that he lived in the Keeper's Cottage on the estate. My mother Violet Henson nee Seale remembered visiting Keeper's Cottage when she was young.
My maternal grandmother Catherine Rosser lived in Sardis Cottages, until she died in 1958, her husband William Henry Rosser lived there until his death in 1962. They are both buried in the local church
I was the eldest of six children,'the Allen Family', and spent all our happiest years in Redcliffe Bay and then Portishead, after coming from Britsol in the 1940s (our family was one of the casualties in the Bristol bombing). The lake was a special place to go, and really one of the only places in thse days. I spent my happy school / teenage years in Portishead and then moved to Bath where I now ...see more
My parents visited Knott-End-on-Sea many times, particularly in the September before I was born in March 1932. We used to stay at a house in Lune View with a family called Butler and Mrs. Butler nursed me many times when I woke during the night! They were a lovely family - I think the daughter was called Eva but cannot remember the name of their son. They moved to Fleetwood.
My parents and I visited ...see more
My grandfather and grandmother, Mr William Edward Massey known as (Bill) and Rose Massey, with Jack and Ruth Massey lived at Station House, Stockbridge Station.
Does anybody remember the above and have any pictures of the Station, including the Signal Box, Railway Bridge etc?
Kind Regards
Lee.....
I was born in East Hill in 1949. I remember going to Sunday School in the hall just down the road while the main church was being rebuilt. My brother and I went to Saturday morning pictures and about that time there was a yo-yo craze and they would have children up on the stage in the cinema in a yo-yo competition. I remember going to see a pre-fab with my parents thinking we might live there. I went to Merton Road ...see more
I used to holiday with my grandparents in West Huntspill in the mid 1950s.For a time we used to stay with a Mrs King. Heading west from The Globe you took a right turn at the crossroads past the traction engine and she lived on the left.
Then we stayed with a Mr and Mrs Hagget just over thre railway bridge in Withy Road.
We used to go to The Globe pub in the evenings, I think Mr and Mrs ...see more
My family moved to Newmains from Overtown, we lived in Woodside Crescent. My dad worked in Kingshill pit in Allanton. We always played in the street or went swimming in the Melvin. I attended Allanton primary school then Newmains J S.
I don't know if anyone remembers us. My father was stationed at Bentwaters and he, my Mom, my two brothers and I lived in Kelsale for three years from 1967 through 1970. They were three of the best years of our lives. We loved living in Kelsale. Everyone was so nice and welcoming. I was nine years old, my brothers were six and three. We lived in The Old Post Office on The Street. I am ...see more
The Regent cinema is showing 'Boom Town' which came out in late 1940 (IMDb).
My great-grand parents came from Isle of Whitehorn, their names were Dunlop or Loan, also my grandfather was John McQueen, my grandmother was Jane Loan. Any info please send to: margaretmchale@rogers.com
Thank you,
Maggie
This story written by Bee Snow 1928-2007 (nee Barbara Whitaker) about her childhood in Evershot,
Dorset.
Reared with three sisters, four brothers, four terriers and a jackdaw, I insisted by the age of five in accompanying this mixed mob on twice daily walks my mother decreed. We ran wild and free over the Dorset countryside. I supose largely tolerated because my father was the local GP.
We were ...see more
Hi, My father was born in Gwespyr/Llanasa in 1900, his name was Arthur Joseph Smith. He and his brother William are listed on the village war memorial. Both having served in WW1, my father being 18 in June of 1918. His father, my grandfather was John Smith who worked in the area as a stonemason, my father indicated that grandad had worked on the Liverpool cathedral construction. Not sure whether this would be ...see more
I remember Betty Edmounds from Adare Street, she used to live next door to me. She gave me a crucifix .Do you remember this Betty? Please contact me through this web site.
Hi, my father Arthur Joseph Smith was born in Gwespyr in 1900 he is listed along with his brother William on the war memorial, both having served in WW1, my father joined up in June of 1918 on his eighteenth birthday. Recalling from memories supplied by A.J. he lived in both the old post office and Rose cottage. My grandfather was John Smith who was a stone mason, he died quite a young man in 1913, from the ...see more
I was born in Oldham in 1944, we moved into a house in Smith Square just off Huddersfield Road in 1948 and stayed there till 1959. This house had no back door, no electric and no hot water. It was a tough life but the people were great. I have some fond memories of this place and if anyone has a photo of Smith Square I would love a copy, it would be greatly appreciated. My email is: frankhartley1@sky.com
My first job, after leaving Chippenham Secondary School in 1947, was in the Met. Office at RAF Lyneham. I sometimes cycled there from my parents' home at Box, between Chippenham and Bath. Airfield security seemed almost non-existent in those days, and one could go straight onto the station from the main road without even going through the main gate. As we were doing shift work at the office, the ...see more
There may be someone who remembers from Strone School, we had some good times in the Second World War, we did not how bad things were in Europe. It was the time we had the RN and the subs in the Holy Loch and the Wrens, they spoiled us with some types of food we could not get in the war. Some of us boys loved when the NAAFI boat came in and we wanted the blood oranges. Sometimes we would go ...see more
In the 1960s, I remember watching Dalmilling Primary being built from my Ganny's window, my first day there when I was about eight and meeting all the new pals, school sports that I was useless at, egg and spoon was torture and getting into trouble for holding it down with my thumb, skinned knees from doing the sack race, scrap books, beds, drawn with those chalk ornaments I won at Cadonna's Shows, frying ...see more
My parents and I lived at Ford for a few months in 1939, having moved there from north London when my father started work for a building contractor on the airfield at Colerne. We had lodgings with a Mr and Mrs Pearce (or Pierce) at Mount Scylla Farm. It's a long time since I passed that way, but I was delighted to be able to recognise the place recently, on the Google maps and street view. The ...see more
I lived in Baldersby St James at the begining of the war. I was with my grandfather and we lived in the house nearest to the schoolteacher's. My grandfather, Mr Hodgson, was caretaker for the school and the church, he used to work the bellows for the organ on Sundays. I remember that I was given a small bucket when I arrived in Baldersby so that I could go to the well and help to bring water to the house. I ...see more
The gent walking towards the camera on the street is my great-grandfather and local postman William George Gronow. One of the pictures that takes prominence in all my family's homes.
Not sure of the year, but I went there as a child. I remember the roller skating rink, which was I believe opposite my family's chalet, and every now and then this vehicle came round which was named by locals as the 'The Jaywick Bluebottle'. as the toilets were outside, and this contrapsion used to come round and empty the Nelson toilets, wow! the smell was unbelievable. Does anybody else remember it? Also I ...see more
We used to cycle to this old mill in the late 1960s and early 1970s when I lived in Woolpit. My brother found a large ammonite fossil in the clay near this site. There were the gravel pits nearby and we always used to joke about falling into the quicksand if you went too far in the puddles of water. We used to catch tadpoles too - fond memories. I live in Australia now but the site of this old windmill still sticks in my mind as an icon of my childhood. Does anyone have a similar memory?
As I remember, the discipline there was tough, but at least you knew right from wrong and if you did something wrong you could expect punishment - nearly always the cane.
We all had to attend the church for assembly once a week and were marched there from our lines in the playground. At other times, except in bad weather when the interior glass panelled walls were pushed back to form a huge hall, we ...see more
Does anyone else remember the gassy gutter as we called it at Coxgreen? I still remember the lunatics sliding down it into the River Wear. This is before the footbridge was built and there was just a rowboat ferry there, it was actually the outlet for the effluent from the Washington Chemicle Co and I dread to think what was in it. We also used to play on the "space ships" (old storage tanks etc) on top of the ...see more
I attended Rowlett Road Infants and Studfall Junior School and Corby Grammar School. I lived in Irving Grove. I enjoyed growing up in Corby and I remember going to the dances at the Catholic School run by a lady named Nellie? The dances at the Boys School were good and the Grammar School square and barn dances. I also remember going with my Sisters to the Odeon on a Saturday morning and getting a Jubly and Lucky ...see more
I remember the fun I had in the 1950s as a child playing such simple games like paldies, and kick the can. Lliving down the Raws everyone was your friend. The people of the Raws joined the children in playing rounders and other games. The only bad memory I have is of the nit nurse checking our heads at school. I was a child then called Connie Young. I hated being the one who had the nits, I couldn't do anything ...see more
Growing up by the sea in the 1950s and 1960s was non stop fun and excitement. A fair amount of time was getting into all sorts of mischief, the humble pea shooter was bought out at opportune moments to pepper just about anyone or anything that moved. Being chased along the sea front by a policeman and irate motorist whose car we had targeted was just one example of our mis-spent childhood.
My good ...see more
The shop, Oakmere pet and garden supplies, 9 Rose Green Road, was a small electrical, radio and TV business back in the early 1960s. I worked there as a young lad in 1962/63 (the cold winter), the people renting the shop were Barry Marney, Doug Ball and the TV repair man Gerry Warboys, they came from south London and Hatfield respectively.
In the back garden was a small workshop where TV repairs were ...see more
My grandparents ran the Chocolate Box in Frimley Road, Camberley (now Camberley Kitchen Studios) and I spent my early life there after my parents' marriage broke down. I remember going to nursery school along a tree-lined street somewhere near Watchetts rec, probably in 1962/3. We were made to have a nap before going home each day and I recall low beds with grey ...see more
My memories of Firbeck are wonderful and I share them with many people. I lived there for around 8 years and my Dad was the village policeman so we lived in the then policehouse near the top of the village. We used to wait by the church gates on a sunday evening for the ice-cream man to come around on his weekly visit and it was exciting for us. Also on a Thursday evening one of the locals, Uncle Lester ...see more
My mum dad and two sisters and brother lived here, Mum used to walk a mile a day to fetch a pale of water. When I was born we had to move to Stiperstones because the house wasn't big enough, the house at the bog only had two bedrooms, so my brother slept on the landing, till we moved I slept in an open drawer. I would love to hear from anyone who knew my family then. My mum was Phyllis Hotchkiss, my dad was Lincoln Hotchkiss.
Thank you,
Mike Hotchkiss
I was 13 and I went for 2 weeks' holiday with my sister Liz and my dad. We stayed at the Cools Cafe, run by the Kelly family. We used to help make chips and cook the meat pies for the customers, they smelt delicious and tasted even better.
Does anyone remember the Kellys at Cools Cafe? I know they had a daughter called Melody.
My first boyfriend was John Hawkins, he lived in Splott. My name was Christine Morris then and I lived in no 8 Rossily Road, Rumney with my aunty Eunice Lloyd and my cousin Dennice. I loved living down there. I used to go to Splott with John to his house, does anyone remember his family? His sister married someone called Peter from Rumney, I can't think of his surname but he lived near the ...see more
I can't believe this, amazing even if the names are coincidence, I was at Warnham Court 1962-63, I can remember lots of names:
Roy Riggs, with his 'German' dictionary.
June Palmer.
John Thorp, we were always fighting.
John McDade, good footballer and cricketer.
Kathy Petty.
Helen - sorry, can't remember last name.
Eric Cook.
Stanley Babbage.
David and Janet Lever.
Keith ...see more
I was 8 yreas old when my father was killed in London and my mum, brother David, and sister Margaret came to live in Sundridge to live with my dad's brother's family in Manor Road. We all attended Brasted School. In my final year (age 14 years) I won a scholarship to Tunbridge Wells Technical College, and as there were no freebies or handouts then, my mother being a widow could not afford to send me! Married and ...see more
The shop just to the right of W. H.Smith is The Mac Shop where my father was manager. This was my home from 1955 until university, 1974
1932. I was born at Canada house, 10th March, I was put in an Royal Naval Orphanage 1936, now Penbroke House Gillingham and went to school at Barnsole Road I think. And then I went to Forge Lane Junior school in 1939/40.Anyone out there who has any connections like to hear.
I was born in Cwm in 1936, I went to the local school and I was taught by Miss Jones and Miss Parry and I went to Llanrwst Gramar School before moving to St Helens at the age of 13. When I lived in Cwm I was a member of the local siver band and practised every week at Swch. I was so sad to leave the village and , although I live in Thailand now, I visit Cwm every year and I remember the happiest days of my life. ...see more
Hi,
I came across this site by accident but I am delighted to recap on happy days spent living in North Harrow. We lived in Elmcroft Crescent off Headstone Lane and attended the comprehensive school at the boundary connecting George 5th Avenue and the Pinner road.
The headmaster I still remember - Mr Manser! Two canings put me in order although our PTI (name forgotten) was also handy ...see more
Hi,
Does anyone have any pictures of the old iron bridge that crossed South Beach Road? It was next to the house that is adjacent to the roundabout near what is now Tesco. If your photo includes this house that would be fantastic. The house is now in my ownership and I would love to know more about its past if you can help.
Thanks,
Martin.
My school days at John Ruskin began in 1941. The art master's name was Mr. Smoothie and we thought he was a riot because he wore coloured socks. I have fond memories of the wooden railway bridge that crossed to Wandle Park. Every summer in prewar days there was a fair in the field beyond the pond.
I was born above the barber shop and Chronicle office on Church Street, if anyone knows it please reply. I would love to talk to anyone who lived there. I was born in 1949 and went to Walker R.C. School, I can't find any photos of Church Street, has anyone got any? My email is: davyallan06@hotmail.co.uk - if you have some, would you send me some?
I used to visit my aunt Irene & uncle Fred Earnshaw at 14, Castlefields Drive, Rastrick. My grandparents lived in Kent where I was brought up. My brother and I were the first Earnshaws born out of Yorkshire for many generations!
Fred was Grandad's brother. My grandmother was a Morrell and her father was a local undertaker. I am trying to find his details? It is a bit tricky because my mother was also a ...see more
Does anyone have any memories of Ryse Farm in the 1950s? I have looked for information on it recently and cannot find anything. Apparently my dad lived and worked there in the 1950s, and I think a William Bird was a cowman there?
My dad worked as a ticket collector at Portsmouth Harbour Station. Often, we would catch the ferry to the Isle of Wight, or I would just go down to the station to see my dad. He had memories of standing watching the V1 bombers pass overhead during the war. We emigrated to Australia in 1966 - I've been back many times, I always look around the station and remember my dad (who passed away in 2008) and his working days there.
