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In the war years I used to fetch a measure of two strikes of coke. We had some very bad winters in the war time. I had to get in a long queue to get served. To carry it home I would put it under my bike frame. One time I was going home past Mr Simpson shop in High Street opposite the Robin Hood, he said "I'll give you threepence to fetch me a bag". I said "I'll ask my Dad". I didn't fancy going and getting in ...see more
I learnt to swim in the pool with my school (Robert Clack) in September 1970. Our sports teacher, Mr George, used to tie ropes and pull you along....."Sink or swim", he would bellow. The water was freezing and the changing rooms smelt of chlorine, in the park was a bandstand where Punch and Judy puppets were performed in the summer holidays. There was so much to do in the park during the holidays, ...see more
My grandfather was the blacksmith in Dormansland so I have happy memories, such as watching him in the Forge, him taking me for a walk and picking primroses from the railway bank, also walking to Dormans Park. I also remember having to use a candle to go to bed as there was no electrity in the house and only gas lights downstairs. And I remember my grandmother, Maggie Skinner, ironing with a gas iron. I could go on...
I have just started researching my family history. My great grandfather was Jacob Abraham and was gardener for John Brett Purvis and then Richard Purvis at Bury Hall. I would love to see a picture of Bury Hall and or Bury Hall Lodge. Does it still exist? My father Isaac Abraham worked at the Royal Laboratory at the age of 12!
When I was about ten (1967), we went on holiday from London to the Isle of Wight with my mum and dad and brother. We stayed at Brambles Holiday Camp, which I think was in Freshwater Bay? It was one of those old fashioned British places like on 'Hi di Hi', where they woke you in the morning with loudspeaker announcements, and told you of the itinerary for the day. It seemed like everybody got involved ...see more
Our Cowboy Hero came to Boston, and was being entertained by the Mayor at the Assembly Rooms. A large crowd of teenagers gathered outside to catch sight of him. Finally when he came out with his lovely wife, wearing a large Stetson on his head. The first thing he said, was, "I'm Hopolong!, and this is my wife Tripalong". He thanked the children for watching his films.
My earliest memories of Shutford date back to around 1944, when as an eleven year old schoolboy I spent summer holidays with my grandfather Fred Turner (son of plush weaver Amos Turner), who at that time lived in Weald Cottage. Grandfather Fred was my mother's father, and my mother would bring myself and my two sisters, Shirley and Pamela, to spend part of the summer ...see more
My mother, Nancy Owen, was born at 'Slon Cottage' in 1906. Her father, John Richard Owen, worked for the Booker family of Slon. The Bookers originated from Velindre House, Cardiff. Nancy Owen's mother was Mary Ann Owen (nee Cosby) of Merthyr Mawr. She met her husband to be, John Richard Owen, when she was postmistress of the Post Office at Merthyr Mawr and he, John Richard Owen, worked for the Nicholl ...see more
I'm looking for photos or info about a children's home in the Royston area, I believe it was called East Riding Children's Home. My dad was placed there as his father Harold Jones who lived on Midland Road couldn't look after him. Any info about both is greatly appreciated, if you know anything please get in touch. marshall.hayes@sky.com
This was a large dark place, all timber with a climb up the steps to get in and the floorboards creaking as you walked toward the counter. In them days I couldn't see over the counter but I remember the shopkeeper although I can't remember his name. To the left in the photo, the last building, that's where Brian Sergant started business with his plant hire, it is still running today but it is situated in Bush Fair, Harlow.
I was born in 1963 and spent many many weekends at the heath with my grandparents, Jack and Nellie Layfield. I have so many memories, and my mum was born there at number 1 Browns Cottages in 1939. Renalds butchers, Hatfield Heath Garage, the old Post Office, Bucks Store, Tudor Lodge, now that's a memory, my mum's cousins owned that and I remember it when it was in original condition, the Abetuare, it's all changed now though. Sorry about the spelling but that's the way it is...
Hello, my mum was born in 1957, her mum Margaret Hanson married into the Armitage family, my mum was adopted roughly in the 1960s along with her full brother, her mum Margaret emigrated to Australia and later had another son by the name of Robert Armitage who we know has been trying to find my mum. Her full brother (unsure of his name) is apparently living in London, he was never adopted acording to records, there was a ...see more
I lived with my parents and my brother at 15 Queen Adelaide Court. The official opening was in 1951, but we moved in in 1950. This block in the photo was one of the first to be finished and while the builders completed the other block the now playground areas were builders rubble. When all the blocks were finished a residents association was formed and I think for two years we had a Queen Adelaide sports day ...see more
I remember going to Burton Races in 1938 and1939. I cannot remember whether they were held after that but if they were, I was there.I remember pestering the bookmakers and hanging around them, they finally gave us six or seven pencils and that worked. I also remember the Prince of Wales coming to see my grandad who had reserved a special parking place for him at the ...see more
I was talking to my nan today and she told me she used to be a care assistant, her name's Thereas, she told me all her stories, she didn't tell me when she worked there but she is 65 now so it was a while back.
Miss Welty was the infant school headmistress, elderly and eccentric, she was a dedicated and lovely lady. My teacher was Mrs Charlton of whom I have extremely fond memories. I also attended Fircroft Junior School, does anyone remember dancing around the Maypole, country dancing and musical movements? At Christmas time we made decorations and staged a nativity play as well as having the school ...see more
I too remember the Cricks. The outside toilet was a plank of wood with a hole in it. The post office was the second to end thatched cottage, which is opposite Stoneham Lane. At the top of Chestnut Avenue, past the BMW garage was Jean Lanham's kennels, Clausentum, and I believe she bred boxer dogs, 'cos iIm sure that's where we got ours from. This was after the nissen huts were demolished. I lived in one ...see more
I was born in Hornchurch and attended North Street School, I can still smell the greens from the canteen. We had little beds put up in the hall and after dinner we had to have a little sleep before afternoon school, then they changed the boundaries and I had to go to Suttons Junior School. I was at school with the Wilton twins and Mrs Wilton who was very gentle and kind. I also remember all the ...see more
On a recent visit (Sept 2010) to Southend, I walked along that section of the beach,which brought back childhood memories of seeing Punch and Judy shows at the Minstrel Stage in the years prior to WW II. The stage was removed in 1940 and rebuilt in 1945 (SouthendTimeline.com) and can be seen in the photo as the white structure on the beach. On the same section of beach, I also recall seeing Life ...see more
Hi to all who stayed at the Margaret Bevan Home. I am not sure where I stayed but the comments that I have read seem to tell me that the Margaret Bevan Home sounds like the one I stayed at during the 1960s. I remember the sleeping in the Poppy Room. It had a small dormer window. It was January and the snow was thick outside. Ice floated on the river (the view from my window). I remember being equipped ...see more
Memories abound about my childhood, jumping and leaping like a rabbit at Eastertime. I remember staying at my grandmother's (Norah Gregory, a marvellous woman from the no-moaner generation), or at my Great Aunty Jessie's (Jessie Oldfield, who lived at Market Square in her parent's home) on weekend nights, playing with the old-timers (their friends Cassie Fletcher or Lillian Harrison). Even if I lost ( ...see more
Does anyone know anything about it please?
I remember moving into the village (Eastfield Close) in 1968, before the bottom end of Shawley Road was built and here there used to be a small coppice which was affectionally known as the Ghost Wood, with a big fishing pond a bit further over which was eventualy filled in, also I think Westfield Close used to be full of Blackcurrant bushes. We grew into quite a large family over the years and slowly all moved out of the area. A lovely place with lovely people.
I was born in Chadderton in 1953, in my grandfather's house on Bamford Street. I attended Eustace Street School and the memories of my time there have shaped my life. I simply adored school and I am now a Special Needs teacher and writer. I particularly loved my junior school teacher ( who was also the deputy headmaster), Mr Goring. He was a marvelous teacher with heaps of charisma. Every day in school ...see more
Can anyone share any memories of this era and beyond? At my time there I went to Greenaway School, Uxbridge and I also sang in the choir at Ealing Church. I remember Mr Hill very well, especially his old Ford Popular which we used to stand on the running board as he brought us along the long drive if he was passing. I also remember Sambo Williams. I remember we all wanted to run away but we did not get far, Mr ...see more
I was born at 274 Coulsdon Road in 1946, my father had a business in Caterham-on-the-Hill and my paternal grandparents lived at 31 Canons Hill - all my childhood was spent in the area so I have a lot of memories! The Tudor Rose pub No.270, landlord Bobby Lorimer (florid face) he drove a Sunbeam Rapier convertible, his sons Paul, David, Robert & Brian were good friends, David & I ...see more
We went to Wannock Gardens in a minibus, which belonged to the Hucks family of Burham Nr Rochester. I remember getting into trouble with my nan for sipping tea out of a saucer, like some of the old ladies were doing.
My grandparents used to run this pub - Joseph and Elsie Wall, although I am not sure of the time they were there but I think it was around the 1940s.
I was born in Deiniolen in 1932 in Tabernacle Street, we then moved to Tan For, before moving to the new house in Pentre Helen. I enjoyed my time at the village school. My father was a quarryman as were all his brothers.
I moved to Medomsley from Blackhill when I was 6. We were lucky to get a brand new build council house in North Magdalane, we lived there for 10 years. I have the best memories ever. I went to the Bishop Ian Ramsey School, my best friend was Shirley Telfer. I used to hang around with Geraldine Henderson, Marion Watson, Carry and lots of others. It was a safe place to grow up in, and the snow was always amazing! ...see more
Hi, just been looking at the photos of West Hendon Broadway. I was amazed, during my last school years I worked for a greengrocer on the Broadway, Tim Smith, his shop is just out of the picture, left hand side where you can see the wing of a car, what caught my eye was the old 'trade bike' which I am sure was the same one that I used to ride. He used to load the bike up so much that I couldn't ride it, I had to ...see more
I was born on Palmer Street in October 45. My father of the same name of George Smith was recently killed in Germany and left his little family living with his parents in the Windmill Hills. I have a picture of all of the residents of the neigbourhood on VE day in the school yard at the top of Palmer Street and just below Bensham Road. There were decorations and cakes and streamers. ...see more
Does anyone know of someone who lived in Brampton Bierlow by the surname of Pietrzak pronounced - Pi-et-track. If you do please e mail me on Elizabeth.Sw@hotmail.co.uk. Thanks.
A large underground air raid shelter was built on the roundabout on Studfall Avenue near the Open Hearth pub. I'm not sure the shelter was ever used. When playing on it with friends I used a very mild swear word. I was overheard by a lady who knew my parents. She threatened to tell my parents. She didn't, but as a ten year old I had a pretty worrying day or two. Boyhood was wonderful. We were given a huge amount of freedom.
I wonder if any reader remembers a bizarre experiment which took place in 1941/2. Large containers of diesel, or some sort of oil, were placed at intervals outside houses on the grass verge. a short chimney was attached & topped by a disc with 3 prongs. at night members of the Pioneer Corps lit a plug, which caused a black, smelly cloud to roll out. If the idea was to blank out the blast furnaces it was ...see more
I have a vivid memory as a 9 year old of coming across in West Glebe a large circle of men one Sunday morning, who were laughing and shouting. They were playing an illegal game of 'pitch & toss'. A lookout must have sent a signal for suddenly the men ran off before a policeman arrived. The grass had all disappeared leaving a large bare circle littered with cigarette butts. Later I noticed a similar scene in the ...see more
I was born in the war years in the area where the Workmen’s Club was later built and later moved to Hall Lane Est ( 28) as the first intake. I remember well the coal loader at the end of Railway Terrace and the great times out and about around the colliery, making camps in the pit prop heaps, as well as events best not gone into. Gathering pigeon eggs in the pit rows as they were been demolished. The wild snow rides down the ...see more
We moved south from Chadderton near Oldham in 1965. My mum had taken over running the corner shop that had been bought by Comerford's in their quest to own the entire block. All but one house has succumbed to their buying and even when we eventually left in late 1969 the neighbours were holding out. I was 10 years old and I went to St Mary's in Long Ditton and my brother to Ditton ...see more
In 1946 we left Kings Langley, my parents having lived there since 1936. I arrived in 1937, so can claim to be partially raised there. I must have passed the village pound many times without realising what it was. My home was further up on the left in Common Lane, a house called Merrow Down. I liked it there and liked playing on the common. In winter it was a super toboggan run and everybody turned out ...see more
I remember my father moving to East Markham Hall in about 1937. We moved from Ranskill and there were three of us kids and Mum and Dad. He paid £50 a year rent from Mr Wrench who lived next door in a cottage. There was a big garden, a kitchen garden with a 6ft wall round it with a greenhouse with a boiler which I had to keep going during the winter. We kept chickens, ducks and till the war, and ...see more
Most of my mother's family lived in Old Battersea, from cousins to auntie and uncle, to nan and grandad. There were cousins in a 4 poster bed, with their nan and mum. There were my auntie and uncle sleeping in the same room as their 2 children. There was the man of the house who could not walk up the stairs to the bed room to sleep any more so he had to take one of the rooms downstairs. 8 people, 3 genarations, in ...see more
While visiting the beach at Penmaenmawr in the early 1960s I remember my family and I, along with other people, watching a UFO hovering over the beach for what seemed like hours, but I think was only several minutes. I remember it disappeared from sight very quickly indeed. It was mentioned in the national press. Does anyone else remember this?
I spent many an evening waiting outside this building . I came to live in Moore in 1970 and by that time the new school on Runcorn Rd had opened. The old school in the photo was bought by Moore Scouts. My son Toby went to both Cubs and Scouts here . I walked out of here very proudly one evening after my son had recieved his Chief Scouts award!! Happy Days.
Ah the memories this invokes in me! We used to come here every week for hay and straw for our goats. Jean and Fred lived here with their two sons. They were really lovely people. One day we went as usual and Fred told me there was a compulsory purchase order on the farm and all the land surrounding it. I remember being absolutely devastated that all that wonderfull farmland was going to disappear to make way for ...see more
I remember this because my grandfather was in the Home Guard. I lived in No 8 Margaret Street, anyone one that knows me please get in touch.
Hi, I'm John Fleming, I have very fond memories of living in Tithe Farm Road. Things are somewhat different there now. My school has long gone. I used to love music, and Mr Mark Wyatt has been my mentor for many years. I believe the Harvest Home pub is still there. I remember that since I was ten. Well. that's all, take care.
I attended Withernwick Primary School, starting 1996, now closed. The building still stands - I think they're not quite sure what to do with it! I hope the old conker tree still stands in the corner of the playground - everyone who attended will remember it.
Hi, My name is Terry Walsh and my family emigrated from Canada in 1959. My father worked for Mr Adam West, Upton Hellions and we lived in Middle Cottage which also belonged to Mr West. My sister Diane attended primary school in Sanford. Just up the road was the Downs farm. I only remember Andrew but there were two sisters whose names escape me. I went to Haywards Boys' School. Mr ...see more
I went to the sea training school in September to November 1959. It was tough but you had to do it to have a chance to go to sea after it. I remember the food was awful, especially the scouse we had once a week, but I made good pals in Terry Wignal (I think he came from Kent) and Jimmy Reid from Clydebank, I often wonder what became of them as we lost touch after we left the 'Vindi'. My first ship ...see more
Walking around the square time and time again to have a piece of Numer 8 rock off the Welsh Lady. What a treat and it was free.
I was only 5 or 6 years old when my mother was employed as a cook at the hall. I remember we had a bedroom at the top of the hall and when Mother put me to bed, Nanny would come and take to the nursery to play. I remember a big rocking horse there and lots of toys. Mother used to make butter with the cream she skimmed off the top of the milk. I also remember going upstairs to clean the ashes out of the ...see more
I was born in Upney Hospital 53 years ago. My husband and myself were married at this church on October 15th 1977. It was a very nice warm day and we were lucky to have a beautiful sunset when we had our pictures taken on the steps at the back of the abbey. There were about 100 guests all standing on the steps. As we walked through the tower they rang the bells of the church. My husband and myself still live in ...see more
My name was Angela Saunders when, in about August 1940, aged 5, I was evacuated from Kingsbury, North London to Crossways Farm, Curland Crossroads during the Second World War. I lived with the lovely Cottey family - friends of a colleague of my father's. There were two Cottey children - Jean 5, and George 3. Mr and Mrs Cottey (Leslie and Minnie) also had other evacuees, Albert, David and Josephine Timothy from ...see more
Moved to Glenrothes as part of the overspill from Glasgow where we had bought room and kitchen 3 up, in 1963 for 285 pounds, paid back at 5 pounds every 2 weeks. We moved to a HOUSE with a back and front garden, what a luxury, and a back and front door. I started work in the Leslie paper mills, then I took a job driving with Muir of Kirkcaldy, Cook of Leven (Readymix), Fifeshire Posting of Kirkcaldy, Percy Lane ...see more
I think that that is my mum Gladys Haigh, and my brother Douglas who is 4 years older than me is beside my mum, I'm the one in the pram I think! We were going to meet my dad Jim Haigh, we used to live Main Street going towrds the pub, the Horse and Farrier, but moved to Goodenber Road in 1953. Both my parents are dead but I have a brother Douglas, who I think is still alive, he worked at ...see more
My mother has many memories of Thornley as a pupil at Thornley Colliery Primary School, and other village life, her name was OLIVE STANLEY. She lived at Colinwood Street, No1, with her mother Ethel Tonkin and step father Eligha Tonkin and step brother and sisters. She is 88 years old. Her memory of being a pupil at school was winning a district award for penmanship (copperplate writing). Her writing today is still of a high standard. Edward Stanley
I do not have any memories of Manaccan, but my gt gt grandmother Mary Glasson was living there when she married my gt gt grandfather in 1825. Sadly I have not been able to trace her parents or their origins. Mary died in 1844 from a cerebal haemorrhage and her husband later married Ursula Kempthorne who also came from Manaccan. I wonder how much the church has changed since those days.
If this is St. Mary's church my grandmother painted a picture of it and donated it to either the church or the vicar. The signature is either Muriel Swanson or M Swanson. I wonder if it is still in existence?
I was a pupil at Leverington for 6 years. I started in 1964 and left in 1970. The headmaster was Mr Gibson. He lived in the house attached to the school. The first year teacher was Mrs Hall. The 2nd year teacher was Miss Whitlock. After that there was Mr Lamb, Mr Goulstone, Mrs Wilson and finally Mr Buck. There was also a young lady teacher who started towards the end of my time ...see more
I too, remember the student camp. I was a teenager then and used to hang around with a group of girls outside the camp, talking with the students. We always promised to stay in touch but of course, this never happened. At that time the students were mainly Turkish and Egyptian with a few others besides. I used to live very close to the camp and was always mindful that my parents were not aware of where I was as ...see more
My earliest memories must have been around 1958 when I started school at Brook CP school at the top of Spelders Hill. There were two teachers; Miss Archer and Miss Cooling. My family lived in Natslane in a bungalow designed by my father. My maiden name was Elliott.
Hiya Norm ! Hey we've survived ! Some of the "old gang" are dead I learn; sad beyond words to hear of things like that. Still that's life, we didn't write the script. Just spectators realy. Are you still living at the same place? I only hope you know how lucky you are to be an Aspuller- :-) Malc.
As a young child, these were good days, we had very little but so did everybody else, Mum had a few chickens, and we lived in a little house on stilts, brick piers, my Dad was working for the Thames Valley, and when the floods came, he had to row the first few hunred yards to get to the hill, which would carry him over the railway and up to the main road to catch the bus in Reading. Joyous days by the ...see more
I was at secretarial college in Folkestone in the mid sixties and "The Old High Street" was my stamping ground, along with "Tofts". I remember Archie and Andy who owned the Acropolis at the top on the left and of course Mick who owned "Micks" or "El Torero" at the bottom on the right. Names which come to mind are, in no particular order :) Bruno and Harry B, Geoff C, Micky O and many others ... my word : a lot of water under a lot of bridges since then.
We lived literally round the corner in 27 Sackville Crescent. I remember when I was about 12 I fell over on my roller skates and hurt my arm. When it still hurt the next day, my mum, who thought I was making a fuss about nothing, said if it hurts, go to the hospital - so I did! And it transpired that I had a greenstick fracture of my forearm and they put me in plaster for eight weeks ! So there!
My Dad's name was Vernon (Nonny) Marsh and we lived for years at 6 Sandyhurst Lane before moving into Ashford to Sackville Crescent. The Hare and Hounds was, for better or worse, and bless him it was sometimes worse, his local pub. My Mum's name was Joan. Does anyone remember us?
It was a Friday and it was period seven. I decided I would wind up my history teacher by leaning back on my chair pretending to be in a race car ,well it didn't go to plan. I fell backward on my chair, it went straight under the table, I banged my head but I still laughed, then I was sent outside. After class finished he brought me back in and said "Detention with me 1:00 Monday". I replied "Allright then", with the ...see more
... Thelma Haines.
I moved to live in Cheltenham in 1953 and met the girl who would become my dear wife. She lived in Orchard Cottage in Greet near Winchcombe. There was a public house called the Gardeners Arms on the crossroads near to the cottage. This is pub is now the Harvest Home. My wife was called Jeanette Luker and her mother was married to Bob Wixey. We have been happily married since 1955 and live in Cheltenham.
I became the licensee of The Raven in August 1982 assisted by my wife Hilary. We had previously been managers of The Blue Flag in Cadmore End for 4 years. A very basic boozer. A public bar and a Lounge bar (it had a carpet) with an off sales in between. Both my children went to Bartholomew Tipping School, but had to leave when it closed. We met so many interesting people in the 10 years that we were ...see more
I first went to Sheepwash in the summer of 1945 with my parents and girl friend. I was 15 at the time. We stayed at the Half Moon Hotel for two weeks. Because it was towards the end of WWII my father was able to get the petrol to drive. And because this was a working farm the rationing had not affected the food situation - which was wonderful. Lots of Devonshire cream. The owner ...see more
When we moved to Mastin Moor half of the houses were not finished, we still had a dozzer in the back garden.
Relatives of mine met and fell in love at a hotel which used to stand where the Unilever Building now stands. It was a love match which lasted for many years and in relatives who were around in my youth after the Second World War. They were a maid and pastrycook at the hotel. I would love to have a photograph as the hotel seems to have been a very splendid place. Unfortunately I ...see more
Hello, we lived at R.AF Honnington, from 1956-1963, before moving to Aden, we loved going to town each Saturday on the bus, visiting the park, shops and "Purdy's" cafe. I have such lovely memories from living there, lovely countryside, I met some nice friends there, a couple called Ken/Nora Hunt, Nora worked in the toy shop in Castlegait. I would love to hear from anyone living there at the time. Hazel
I was evacuated with my elder brother from Dagenham, London in 1939 aged four. We went first to North Norfolk until Christmas 1939 then to Boxford near Newbury until 1942. As our father was posted to Henlow he managed to get us to Holwell at Church Farm, with Mr & Mrs Tott. We were not treated too well there and we then went to Ickleford at the far end of the village on the common towards Arlesly. We ...see more
I have fond memories of this place. I went there from 1978-1981. I graduated from IUHS in 1979 and spent one year at IUE before going to IU in San Diego. I had the best time here. I boarded for that entire time and with some great friends had some amazing memories. Saw some of my favorite concerts while at this school. I am very sad that it did not survive. I was there for the filming of some great films, such ...see more
A very small window for any results, but, would anyone remember a SANDRA IRENE NELSON who attended the above school in the years 1958+? She resided in Fairfield Rd for the duration of her childhood years. Please contact me if you remember her. I am her daughter but seek more information about her as she passed away in 2008 and we were estranged for many years.
On April 18 1967 I was on a train travelling from Northampton to London. It was a sunny April afternoon, with a few small white clouds drifting across the sky. The train was about a quarter full and we rattled along peacefully until we reached a point just east of Milton Malsor. Suddenly there came the urgent sound of a train's siren blasting repeatedly, followed by violent braking, then the rending of metal ...see more
searching for old classmates
Bolberry Down, brings back such lovely memories to me of the days of National Service. My boyfriend and I spent some of his leave sitting there and dreaming of his demob. We would go there and do a lot of walking, the cliffs are so high that now when I go back its quite frightening. I remember when a man drove his car right over the cliff. In 1956 I married my soldier and had 50 years of happy marriage. I have a photo of him sitting on the cliff that I keep on my bedside table.