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From the picture in 1969 this reminds me of my upbringing in the village. I was born in the village in the house adjoining the Windsor Arms in 1951, and brought up in Heol-y-Coed until I married and moved out of the village in 1975.I now live in Llandaff. Like all teenagers I used to hang around the streets and I notice the Vauxhall Viva car parked in the layby (second from right). I can only remember 1 person ...see more
It is as if my grandmother Gwendoline Edith Hunt, nee Hodges, has ceased to exist. For years and through various forums I have searched for information about her and her family (Wooton locals....Horace and Ethel Hodges who lived at Resthaven Road for many years) yet have had no luck. She is listed as having died at the age of 30 in 1941 at Parkfield Avenue. There is a bit of a sad tale, that she left 3 of ...see more
We moved to the White Hall when I was 2, almost 3, and my sister was 5 weeks old! It was a wonderful house to grow up in - lots and lots of space, inside and out, and were were fortunate enough to have ponies and dogs etc. .. an idyllic childhood! I remember the huge walled vegetable garden - and the apple tree at the end where my sister and I used to climb up and hide while we ...see more
Living in Park Street Lane from 1940 to 1961 I passed this corner every day to go under the railway bridge to the recreation ground and school or on to the village. The branches of the Horse Chestnut tree in the foreground gave a copious supply of the very best 'conkers' to us local children. Many's the time it also sheltered us from the rain and the road would become slippery with the large wet leaves and ...see more
It could have been earlier or even later....my memories of a girl called Elaine Potter and us playing tea parties at her house with her dad's homemade apple wine........Yvonne Blackie I think lived in the Rectory.....I think we were about 5 or 6 years old.....my name was Lynn Carney then and we lived in Wighill Street...when we first moved to Sutton-in -Craven we lived in a mill house that was on a cobble street ...see more
It is wintertime with bare trees and lots of water in the River Mole. The church has a modernised tower and a shingled broach spire.
An old coaching inn on the main road. The upper storey is hung with ornate tiles, and the building has a Horsham stone roof. Horses pulling stagecoaches needed to be changed every ten miles or so. This provided business for plenty of inns with stables, which were spaced along trunk roads.
Horley was a series of hamlets on the London to Brighton Road which only began to expand when the London to Brighton railway arrived in 1841. This view of Station Road is taken from the railway footbridge looking north-east.
The River Mole forms the county boundary here, south-west of the church, so the right bank in the view is in Sussex. This is Long Bridge, seen from Church Meadow, now a more manicured space. The bridge carried the London to Brighton road for many years; it was rebuilt in the 1970s.
Virtually unchanged since this view was taken, apart from the loss of the central chimney stacks, the Six Bells is in the old village of Horley near the parish church of St Bartholomew, whose churchyard wall can be seen on the left. The pub is 15th-century with later additions, and has a Horsham stone roof. The church suffered Victorian restoration and correction of ‘incorrect’ window tracery at the hands of Arthur ...see more
The left-hand elm survives as a 15ft stump draped in creeper, but the right-hand one has gone. Here the architectural revolution can be seen: the older inn buildings are to the right with early 19th-century sash windows, and the taller gabled rear wings of the 1860s are behind at the left. The portico at the right with the girl leaning on the column is now a Tudor-style oriel window.
Further north was the hamlet of Horley Row, with the Chequers Inn at its east end. This is now a busy road junction of the A23 and B2036 Balcombe road. The pond has long been filled in, and the pub is now the Chequers Thistle Hotel, much used by Gatwick airport business travellers. The buildings survive, but they were Tudorised and given leaded light windows and applied timber-framing: you could be forgiven for driving past and thinking it a 1920s period-style road house pub.
Horley is on the old main London to Brighton road before it was diverted around the area of new Gatwick airport. Single and two-horse traps wait by the roadside. Corn and coal merchants sell proprietary animal feeds. We can also see London House, a draper’s, Branch’s shop, a dairy and a game and poultry shop. A line of very tall telegraph poles are topped with pointed finials. A gas street lamp is at the ...see more
The railway is now behind the photographer, who is looking down High Street at the height of its Victorian expansion with the street dominated by tall telegraph poles. Thorley’s, the cattle feed merchants, has gone, to be replaced by 1970s shops and offices, while all the old shop fronts have been replaced on the other terraces. Most of these buildings date from the 1860s to 1880s.
This view looks back along High Street. The two buildings either side of the turning into Albert Road have long gone, to be replaced by new offices. The building on the left was the Constitutional Club; it was built in a Bedford Park Domestic Revival style around 1890 with steep tiled roofs and much use of brick banding.
I came from Leeds to Morley as an 11 years old pupil to MGS and was placed in Form 3X. Our form master was Mr Carmichael, and the Head was Francis Henry Hulbert, a fine Headmaster. Senior Master was Mr Charles Thetford, and the Senior Mistress Miss Nancy Kenyon. Our PT Instructor was Mr C. A. Sutcliffe. The School Caretaker was a Mr Cottam,and Mrs Cottam was in charge of school dinners. I moved up the school ...see more
I must have around 7 years old when my mother used to take me along Bramley Town Street, where in those times it was back to back houses and shops. I was taken regularly to the barbers at the top of Town Street, next to the barbers was a police station. In the barbers I was sat onto a small plank across the arms to raise me up. Many kids in those days had a ...see more
I lived at number 2 Church Street, Royston, in a rented house owned by the Co-op. I went to Midland Road Primary and Junior School. As a small child I was taught to play the violin by Tom Wright. My father was the manager of trhe Co-op hardware store on Midland Road. My entire family on my mother's side lived in Royston. Their surname was Ward. My best friend was David Musgrave whose parents ran the butchers shop in Church Street. After 1953 my family moved to Blackpool.
I used to catch the bus every day to go to school in Weybourne from Cove. It seemed to take ages waiting in the rain for the Cove Bus. If I missed the bus to All Hallows School in Weybourne I had to walk all the way instead!
I was born at the Aldershot Hospital but I don't know if its this one. It was in St Josephs Road near the Catholic St Josephs School. I was born there with my twin sister in June 1956 and had my tonsils out there too!! very painful!
I learnt to swim at the "command baths" in Aldershot in the 1960s. It was a very old building and very cold. I hated the lessons as the instructors used to have a long stick to push you back into centre of the pool. I now know why I hate swimming!
I remember being thrown in the deep end by some other kids. We used to go there lots of times when I was a kid. I was born in 1956 and lived in Aldershot until I was 11 years old. Don't know if its still open anymore? Summer at the pool was lovely when it was very hot - not like our summers now!
My memories of Mitcham are primarily those of days spent at my grandparents' house. My grandad was Sidney Clark, my nan for some reason unknown to me was "Nanny Mick". My grandfather had a pig farm at the bottom end of Aberdeen Road. I can still remember as a youngster going out with my grandad in his lorry to local cafes and restaurants etc., to collect their waste product ,"pig swill", taking it back and ...see more
My wife and I bought our first house at Portishead, South Road, it was £2,200, we could only borrow, so the monthly payment was the same as a week's wages, no overtime or my wife's wages taken into consideration. We had three children and some happy times. I worked on the coal boats and then Albright and Wilson phos factory. John Burge.
I call it my town because it is, it is everybody’s town that lives here. My wife Patsy and I moved here very recently, in October 1999, this was after visiting the town in previous months, we found the people warm and welcoming, where please and thank you are the norm, this was unheard of back in north London, where we lived in a 2 bed semi off Hornsey Rd N19. Waltham Abbey is like old England, separated from the ...see more
My father, Capt. F.C. Dyer used to play the organ at Hatchford Church until his death in 1950. It was a pump organ and Bubbles was the name of the hunchback who pumped the organ. We lived in the Semaphore Tower up on Chatley Heath and would walk down through the woods and through Hatchford Park to the Church every Sunday for the Church Service. Capt. Dyer is buried in the third grave (unmarked) from the south ...see more
My maternal grandparents owned "Old Timbers", the 15th century cottages in the High Street (numbers 55-59, I think) from the early 1950s to around 1970 or 1971. They actually lived in one of the cottages from 1960 to around 1966 or 1967. My family spent many happy summer holidays with my grandparents during the mid 1960s, but my favourite memory was the Christmas of 1964 when we travelled by train to ...see more
Hi Kareen. I am interested in what you said about your mam and dad's burial and wedding. The wedding of your parents I'm sure was Rev W.H. Walton before he died. And when your father was buried in 1980 Fr Alan Bowser, I'm certain of this because I started serving on the alter around about that time. Hope I've been helpful to you. David Lee. I started serving at the altar of St Mary's church. My memories were ...see more
I was born in the village in 1924 and have a a lifelong treasury of memories of this lovely twin village, suggest you visit Rame Heritage or Village Family Tree sites for an informed guide by local historians - Jack Ford.
I was looking at the books on Horley, and was shocked that it has been stated that Horley for a few years prior to 1974 Horley was in Sussex!
This is just not true!
It is and always has been in Surrey. Martin Andrew the author of this rumour in his book about Sussex must have been short of one village to finish his book.
I have nothing against Sussex (I live in Horsham) but come from good Surrey stock. In fact traceable Horley from the year dot. I am proud of Horley and my SURREY roots.
In 1932 I was taken to my first school just up the road from where we lived in Sellincourt Road. It seemed quite a forbidding place at the time but I can remember the head mistress whose name I forget as being rather a tall lady - at least to me a little boy- and being dressed all in black with the skirt down to her ankles. I remember getting a clip round the ear from the local policeman for being cheeky to ...see more
I don't really have a memory but went to visit due to family research. Monks Lane has a plaque inside referring to my gt grandad Arthur William Humphries that lived at Broad Stone Cottage with his wife and children. His wife's family being Jones lived in Monks Lane, the Vellys, also Lindley so Corsham is quite near my heart.
How well I remember the forming of our local football team. It came about after everybody would play outside our local primary school, teams of twenty or more each side with ages ranging from small children to ancient grandparents right through summer months until late at night. It was decided at one such game that we should form a team. a meeting at one of the local pubs ...see more
Late summer evenings in Bloxham. Best place on earth. We are so lucky to live here.
I live in the USA -- Florida to be precise. My birth certificate says I was born in Baldersby-St-James in Rose Cottage on October 30, 1950. I hope to travel to the UK next year, and hope to find a record of my birth in the local [Anglican] church, and also see my birth place if it still exists. Somewhere in my photos, I have a picture of my mother holding me outside Rose Cottage. I will ...see more
Who remembers being compared to Robbie Burns's "wee sleekit cowring timrous beastie" as we first crept into that hallowed school? Then how we quickly got used to all the pranks and fun that could be had, despite the rather formidable presence of Jimmy Morrall, "Goofy "Stranz and Miss Lericheux. Boys and girls had to wear their hats to and from school, and faced detention if seen without one. "Harty" the maths ...see more
My father was born in 1927 in Maple Cottage, Balcombe. The Maple Cottage then was not the Maple Cottage now - does anybody know where it was situated in 1927? His mother was Marjorie Hunt but she did not live in Balcombe. I believe she had the baby, registered him and then moved on. Did anybody take in young women to help them with births? Any info would be very welcome.
I lived with my family in this house for a few months when we first arrived in England from Northern Ireland, it was being renovated by one "Gassy" Harris and was full of the smell of sawn timber. A few years back I revisited the house briefly and met with someone who I think was doing some temporary gardning, though his main profession was thatching, and had worked on that very renovation; now I have lost his ...see more
I lived in Mayplace Road East - firstly at no. 332 (from the age of 4) and then (after returning from living in Essex for a couple of years), at no. 310. Both these houses were more or less opposite to the Manor House and the delights of the golf course where we wandered for hours finding stray golf balls and birds nests! I recall the ruins of what we thought was a wonderful old castle - I have never ...see more
I was born in Wisbech in 1960, my father worked for the family business, Hutson & Sons, my Grandpa also had a pet shop in the old market place, we lived with him for a while Wonder what happened to the lovely panelling in his sitting room, there was a granary at the back of the house, used to be able to go out onto the roof and look out over the river, I also remember Mrs Reed's shop in the market ...see more
I was brought up in a Convent in Orwell Road between the years 1947 and 1954. The Convent was vacated in the summer of 1954 and moved to Hastings a year after the sea wall broke which demolished the old school in Harwich. When I visited the convent again in 1980 it was still there, only standing derelict. I wondered if the building was still standing. Ruth Wright
Just a short note: I am writing my first novel due to be published in December. While travelling through Devon recently, I was still stuck for the name of the central character of the book, now I have it, her name is Fenny Bridges Thank you for the inspiration. Dorset Burroughs
My Granny - Annie Norris - used to work at Adderley Hall. I do not know the dates. As a child I used to visit the ruins
Well it has to be at least for us, Willabys, if that is spelt right, we would get our fix of kett there, let me think, two a penny sweets, and that was when a penny was a penny, if you know what I mean. You could get this silver tray filled with this hard boiled candy with a stick in it, golden cup I think it was called, they also did a red one but I don't have a flavour, maybe you know? I do remember the price of a ...see more
My grandfather, Alex Mitchell, was an Anstruther man who had moved to the Gorbals in Glasgow, met and married Mary (known as Molly), and became a successful bespoke tailor. He lost everything when the Glasgow Savings Bank collapsed. On the outbreak of World War 2, he and Molly and adopted daughter Tessie, moved to Blebo Craigs. What a place! No running water, no gas and no electricity. But for me, it was ...see more
1938 memories. Does anyone know anything else about this property...ie. when built? Thank you
My Dad The church at Whitchurch is a lovely place to wander and muse. My father died out shooting at Mapperton when I was 11, and what a terrible shock it was. What is nice for me now, 25 years later, is to still be able to walk down through the village past the 5 Bells pub, or over the lovely rolling fields, to the church yard where his grave lies amongst the rustling of the trees, birds chatting to each ...see more
My father Peter Gordon, was born in the Cloch lighthouse as his father was principle lighthouse keeper at the time. He used to tell me he jumped out of his bedroom window and go for swim. I was born in London and only once managed to get up to Scotland to see the lighthouse. Unfortunately my father died in 1969 when I was still young so did not get much detailed information about his early life. Wish I had known ...see more
I was born in Brewery Yard, Great Haywood. After the war my mum moved to Notting Hill, London, so in the summer holidays my sister and I would stay at Nan & Grandads in the village. Mum {Eileen Bailey} played the piano in the Fox & Hounds, Stubbs's were the local butchers. I spent a few months at the local school, during the Notting Hill riots. We would come on our own by train, { it was safe in the ...see more
Imagine my surprise while sitting here in U.S.A. looking at pictures of the village Brundall, the village that I was born in. I saw a picture of my dad, Sidney A. Brigham, launching a sail boat at Brooms Boat Yard. The year of the picture, number 11, is 1955. He had worked at Brooms since he was about 15 and worked until age 65. As a family, we spent many happy holidays on the river. It was lovely seeing all the photographs - they brought back many wonderful memories. Sincerely - Peggy
Hi, my husband, Tony, was born in Cooks Drove, Earith, in the actual house that's still there to this day. After a year there he moved to St Ives but we now live in Bluntisham. All his sisters were born in Earith and his dad used to bike to over railway crossing where he worked as the guardsman and crossing guard. But when we moved to St Ives his dad worked for the then St Ives borough council. His dad's name was Ernie Simons, and I wondered if anyone remembers him.
During this period my mum-in-law, Rosa Crumpler, lived in Stoborough, attended the local school and her father, James George Crumpler, owned the garage. Her claim to fame is that she regularly filled the tank of "Lawrence of Arabia's" motor cycle (on display at Beaulieu).
I lived with my grandma Elizabeth (Lizzie) Bignell at No 10 Ten Cottages from 1943 to around 1948. The houses were Estate owned (and still are) and my grandad Robert Bignell worked at the manor house first as a shepherd and then in his later years as a gardener. My mother was "in service" at a large house in the village which I think was owned by a family called Passmore. Three of my grandmother's sons were ...see more
My family of Hurford all came from Upottery and later in 1860s setteld in Luppitt just down the track!
I do not have a memory exactly but have found out that my Grandma Braithwaite was born in Spark Bridge and a lot of her family of Hodgsons also lived there. Her father James Braithwaite was a blacksmith and a lot of the family of Hodgsons worked in the Bobbin Mill that used to be there. I just wish I could work out where they lived. On the census forms it states Spark Bridge with no road. I just ...see more
My name is Orin, Belgian born, and I lived at 68 Hazelmire Road, we lived right behind Petts Wood woods, there was a tree which we called the Crocodile, I still have a piece of this fallen tree...so many beautiful memories, although it was during a terrible moment in our lives, we still found time to be happy. We lived right under the Battle of Britain, and as kids we would follow the V-1's (doodle bugs) and see ...see more
I would have been about ten years old and I remember on a lot of hot sunny days packing some jam "pieces" and filling an empty bottle with some diluting orange juice or even just water if there was no juice, wearing my swimming costume under my clothes and walking to the Avon Water up past Candie. There would be a crowd of us all different ages, usually about ten or twelve of us. Do you know it ...see more
My family were the Beards from the shop on the green next to the church. They had the shop from around 1754 to around the 1930s. George Beard the first was good friends with Thomas Turner who kept a diary, he recorded eleven colourful years of life in a Georgian village. Anyone who remembers them please keep in touch, I would love to hear your story. My grandmother was Evelyn Emma Beard / Kirkham. Thanks for your help. serenamkirkham@hotmail.com
I remember there being an Ashby's in Tonbridge Road down the road from the old trolley bus depot. My grandfather worked there as a cashier.
I was sent here some time around 1944/45?, I lived in a farmhouse to the left of this picture, just after the turning left, in fact the entrance was just on the right as one turned left. The family I think were called "Choules", or Choles", I can remember the post office on the right, and I also remember going down the lane on the right to what was then farm buildings on the left, where the cows were brought in for ...see more
Just found this site while looking for Chinley which I believe is close by. Forge Farm memories of the fun times we had as children hop picking with nan and gran-dad, dad and mum, aunts and uncles and of course my siblings. At that time the farm supplied student teachers for the children's education, no one went as we were all too busy playing or fishing in the pond in the middle of the common. Home was a corrugated ...see more
The Greyhound on Wimslow Road was one of my favorite places as a child of 6-7 years of age. In 1939, I would often be lucky and as I came over the Railway Bridge from 15 Brereton Road, and after having an ice cream cone in the newsagents, to find the gypsy caravan was stopped in front of the Greyhound Inn. The men were inside having a drink; the women and children outside with the caravan. I loved ...see more
Throxenby Hall was a community home, I had the best years of my childhood there, I was there from 1969-74. All the staff were great, I had so much fun. I went to Newby Juniors before moving up to Scalby School, a very good school. Throxenby Hall had a sloping field with a football pitch, the slope made it difficult to play football but we had fun trying. The grounds had loads of tree houses and ropes to swing on ...see more
Though I was not born in Scotland, I have been back many times and always end up in the town my family was a big part of. My parents, grandparents and g-grandparents have always been a part of the woollen mills and my mother ran the looms, my father fixed them and most machinery and my gran had a small store in the village with hot food and sweets. I'm doing the family tree and finding out more and more of the ...see more
In the 1950s we had relatives who had a bungalow on the cliff top at Reighton, this was an old railway carriage that had been converted into a holiday bungalow, I can still remember the leather seats. I believe my parents, Tom and Edna Watson of Bradford, had the first ever caravan at Reighton. Dad built the caravan himself, and as far as I know he asked Mr Bayes, the farmer who owned all the land if they could put ...see more
Ernest C Rick was my Great Grandmother's first husband. He owned this Gents Outfitters shop in Stodman Street, now it is Bakers Oven. I don't really have any information about him, only that he married Florence and had 2 sons. If anyone knows any more, please feel free to leave comments.
I was born in Cilfyfnydd in 1948, I lived in a house with my aunt, cousin, grand parents and my parents. I went to school in Ann Street and had other relations in the street. My dado and uncles worked in the pit and one was badly injured and later died from his injuries and one died at the pit. I still love the area but don't get there much. I remember the ice-cream parlour and the post office and the ...see more
As I lived in Raglan Road at the time my memories are: Of heading over the road to Mitchells and Butlers playing fields, a green strip that ran alongside of the brewery, and lying in the grass. I thought it was great, a green space all to myself, as Victoria Park and the Sandpark were a fair distance away to a 5 year old. Then came the snow of 1947 and my sister and I going to the canal ...see more
My husband and I came to Sussex in April 2005 tracing my Caryll/Caryl ancestry. We took a bus from Brighton to Warnham, when we arrived in Warnham, I asked the driver where St. Margaret's Church was. He motioned up around the corner. When we got off the bus, the church bells were ringing. We walked up to the church and a vicar let us in. When he learned of my Caryl ancestry, he gave us a special tour of ...see more
In Jan 1965 I married Margaret in Chepstow I was working for D A GRIMMER in Caldicot as a Television Service Engineer and Margaret worked at the Propellent factory in Caerwent. We moved into Harewood House and stayed there until August 1965 and then moved to Margaret's home in Wexford, Ireland. Yesterday I met up with my teenage friends after a period of 43 years, one of them, Tony Snook, lives at 2 ...see more
It was in the mid 50s that I went with my Grandmother to the Remembrance Day services held at the War Memorial. There were a group of WW1 veterans in a line and as a young child it was a surprise to me that they were crying. When I grew up and learnt what had been the horror of that war I understood. My Grandmother had several cousins who died and whose names were on there. She pointed them out to me, but I do ...see more
It was in the mid 50s that I went with my Grandmother to the Remembrance Day services held at the War Memorial. There were a group of WW1 veterans in a line and as a young child it was a surprise to me that they were crying. When I grew up and learnt what had been the horror of that war I understood. My Grandmother had several cousins who died and whose names were on there. She pointed them out to me, but I do ...see more
I spent a couple of weeks as a relief manager during the 1980 summer holidays for branches of Williams & Glyn's Bank and have happy memories of my time in Shrewsbury. The bank accommodated me at the Lion Hotel where the old coaching inn ambience was really lovely. However the word got round the farming community that the manager was away so several farmers took their chance to ...see more
I joined the 4th Bexleyheath Cubs in 1953 and remember a Summer Camp to Birchington in 1953 when the highlight was a coach outing to Reculver Towers. We travelled to Birchington in the back of an old removals lorry and the "Health and Safety" people would have kittens if they had seen all us eight year olds standing on our kitbags to lean over the lorry tailboard as we drove along!! ...see more
Hi my name is Noreen and I lived in Farnham for quite a few years. I was actually born in Ash. As you go past the library, from the town centre, there used to be a private school called St Christopher, where I worked for a good few years. I started as washer up but progressed to main chef. Sadly the school closed in 1999. I had many happy memories of Farnham and working there.
Memories from that long ago tend to stick in the back of the mind until an association brings them out. Being a small child, the village green at Bearsted seemed gigantic and the village pond was just a pond. We used to paddle in the pond up to the top of our wellies, hoping that the water wouldn't run over the top and give us wet feet. The green was a favourite gathering place for a lot of children. One particular ...see more
My brother used to live in Chelsham Rd. in Clapham, London, which runs from Gauden Rd. to Union Rd. In 1960 & 1961, I stayed with him for a week's holiday. He was on British Rail at Nine Elms. He has since passed away He used to drink in the Larkhall Tavern, in Larkhall Rise. I went back there a year ago, but couldn't find the pub. Has anyone got any memories of that area, particularly the pub & Chelsham Rd? I would love to get a photo of the Larkhall Tavern
My name then was Babs Collins and my memory goes back to World War II, when I and others from my school in Victoria, London were evacuated to both East & West Clandon. We had been moved very hurriedly in July 1940 from Brighton where our school was first sent to in 1939. This second evacuation was because the Germans had begun to bomb the south coast preparatory to invading us after ...see more
The house on the left is the one in which I was born. It had a shop underneath and a living/dining area on the ground floor and bedrooms and a bathroom and living room upstairs. The living room provided an excellent vantage point to view all the proceedings at the Methodist Chapel opposite. Never a wedding was missed and Mum would lower the shop blinds when a funeral was in progress. ...see more
My nannie was born in Higher Walton, Catherine Hawker. When she was 6 or 7 she was in the paper for stealing a shawl and pawning it to feed her brother as her father had to go to sea. I want to find out if there is any chance we can get that paper, can anyone help?