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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.
We used to walk past the pond everyday on our way to Lingfield Primary School. This was about 40 - 45 yrs ago now. One memory I will always have in when the pond was frozen over and my brother and his friends decided they would try their talents out at ice skating. We were all surrounded watching these boys and, I have to admit, to feeling really frightened when the ice broke and I watched with utter terror as ...see more
I remember good times even though I hated it first day, we had loads to do, virtually every sport you can think of and the camping trips were amazing. The trips to watch the spooth film airplane had me in hysterics, also I had my birthday party there. I met some good people like Ron Symington and Eddie Mcdonald. Visiting the set of 'Corrie' (I still have the picture of us all outside ...see more
My paternal grandparents were one of the first families from Aberdeen to have a holiday home, called Mecca, in Newtonhill pre World War 1. I have a photo of my father in a wounded soldier's uniform sitting at a loaded table in Mecca after his discharge from hospital. The uniform, he told me, was a blue suit, a white shirt and a red tie.
Alex Fraser, a well known local artist and etcher (one time ...see more
I was born in Olney in May 1945. My mum had been sent from bombed out East London to a safe place to have her baby, me. I was taken back to London 2 weeks after I was born. The house where I was born had been set up for pregnant women to have their babies. I was told that the library in the house was designed by Sir John Soane. The house was later turned into a health farm.
I should love to go back to Olney for a ...see more
My memory of Quebec was the Co-op store and the swings next to the football ground, also when I was a boy I worked for Tommy Quinn on his farm delivering the milk then helping out with the animals, them were the days, hanging on the back of the milk truck, you would never get a way with it these days. Does anyone remember Austin Simpson who lived over the beck at Esh Winning? They say he went to hospital and when ...see more
I am looking for my paternal grandmother or her relatives. Her name is Lilla Allan (nee Bryant). She was married to my grandad Haydon Fraser Allan who owned Allans Bakery at 147 Windsor Road in Neath. They married in 1928, had my dad Peter Allan, but divorced in 1938. She had 2 brothers who worked at Coney Beach in Porthcawl. Their surname was Bryant. I know she went on to have at least 2 or 3 ...see more
I well remember the King George Dock as I embarked here with 33rd Signal Regiment (a TAVR unit formerly known as the Lancashire and Cheshire Yeomanry).
We were en route to Germany having a posting to RAF Gutersloh for annual training and we travelled to and from Rotterdam in rotten winter weather in November 1968. The entire regimental vehicle pool went aboard - everything from ...see more
I was a child living in a large house next to the river at Horton Chapel adjacent to a bridge. In the Second World War in 1944 prior to Normandy, a squadron of Canadian Engineers camped next to the river and built a Baily Bridge next to the existing bridge. As kids we hung around the cookhouse and were given some ggod food. Many years later in Canberra I played golf with the Canadian High ...see more
I want to know what the farms' names were in Brentwood Road, Bulphan in 1425.
In reply to Keith Hawkins' appeal to anyone that knew of F.W. Hawkins shop on Hosier Street, Reading, I used this shop during the 1950s as a small boy while spending the weekends with my Nan & Grandad who lived at 61 Hosier Street.
My Mum & Nan referred to Miss Hamkins as Fanny, I have no idea if this was her real name. The shop was very dark inside with gas light brackets on the walls. On ...see more
Ohh...if there was ever a place to find peace ...it was/is Chellow Dene. I was born at St. Lukes hospital in 1967. We lived on Manningham Drive until I was about five ...then moved to the new Dale Croft Estate on Sandy Lane and our house backed on to the quarry view. I had a west Highland Terrier called Tina and we spent so many happy times at Chellow. I remember the lovely fountain...it must have been copper ..as it ...see more
I was born in a road which was a turning of Whipps Cross Road in 1957. Most of my childhood was playing on the hollow ponds and swimming at the open air Lido in the summer months. My parents took me to see the Batman film at the Odeon which was situated in the High Road in 1966. I can still remember the old Leytonstone of yesteryear, playing among the trees where we were free not to think about dirty old men in ...see more
I remember my early schooldays very well. I started at Bush Corner Open Air school in 1953. I was born in Ealing Road Brentford in 1947 and first went to school at Ealing Road school. When I was 6 I went to Bush Corner Open air school as I had suspected Polio and had a problem walking. My best memories of this school was the fact we started the day with breakfast ! we also had to have a sleep after lunch, camp ...see more
My early years were spent in Monken Hadley. When I see photos of Hadley I can say I have been there. There's a little row of cottages oppisite Hadley Church, St Mary's, and my aunty Molly Ratling (nee Longland) lived there. My granny lived in the Chauffer's Cottage by the church and next to the Grange? owned by the Death family. I have been inside the Grange to the bedrooms and the kitchen. It ws ...see more
My brother was stationed here during his National Service. I was 9 years old in 1953 and I remember very vividly writing letters to him and receiving the same from him. He thoroughly enjoyed his time there. He was also able, when he got a 48 hour pass, to get a lift home with a potato merchant, who had a depot in Thirsk, and one in Motherwell where we stayed. All Bill had to do was phone them and they would ...see more
St Quivox had a primary school in the 1950s and while my family lived in farm cottages near Prestwick airport, my brother and I attended the school. The only two teachers were a married couple but I cannot remember their names.
We had to move from the area when the cottages we lived in were being demolished because another runway was to be built for the airport. That said, it was a nice area to live and we ...see more
As an American, stationed at Aviano AFB, Aviano, Italy, I met a young lady, Rose Graham from Greenock, Scotland. We met At Jeselo beach, while she was on holiday. When she returned to Greenock, we maintained our relationship. We were truly in love with each other. I flew to Greenock in 1967 for a 27 day visit. After returning to Aviano, we finally lost contact with each other. But through all these many years, I ...see more
Just after the war we visited Saham Hills quite regular from Hull. We stayed with an aunt and uncle of my father's by the name of Smith. He was called Charlie, his wife was Pat and they had a son who was called young Charlie to distinguish him from his father. The house was next to the Post Office and had a water pump in the yard and an enormous garden out the back which had an enormous Victoria plum ...see more
This looks very much like the rectory in Stambridge, but I know it's not. Does anyone have any memories of it or photos? My family lived there in the 1960s for a couple of years.
My dad used to run the rowboats and collect fees from fisherman, me and my brothers used to help, we were there every day of the six weeks holiday, it was all done from the little green hut above the cafe which is still there, every day was like a great adventure, happy days.
My great gran lived in Chadlington, Oxon, next door to the Sany's Arms. Her name was Francis Clare Hatton. My grandad was Frak Hatton although I never met him. We used to visit my great gran and I loved it there. I remember Morris Hatton, Mary Hatton, Dale, Barbara, Ron and Barbara, Malcolm and Diane, Auntie Olive and Uncle Wallace.. and someone called Roly who used to play cricket in the village. I'd love to say hello if any of them see this.
My mum was Judith Slaughter (nee Hatton).
Hi I just came upon this website completely by accident. My Mum was Judith Hatton, sister of Graham, and Tont Wills was their adoptive brother although he was a cousin. I used to stay in Blaenllechau with my gran when I was a child, my brother and myself loved it there. Now I'm almost 50 I am doing a history degree and we are studying the Rhondda valleys and the coal industry. It's brought it all back to me, the ...see more
I used to visit the Fullers Arms in Brightling on my motor cycle, starting at the Banks Cottages and making the circle around the reservoir to Brightling, then to Dallington, and then Netherfield and finally to Johns Cross. It made a nice evening's ride and I had a few beers, happy days.
My paternal grandparents came from Evesham, they moved to Birmingham in the 1930s I think, but we still had relatives still living in Evesham. On a Sunday we would go and see my grand auntie Lott and my second cousin Patricia and her husband Ron, they all lived in this huge bungalow just off the main road that was set in in fields. Patricia was a hairdresser and she had her own salon in the bungalow. Ronald and Patricia ...see more
The memory of that quaint old village reminds me when we lived there in the 1950s, in the small white cottage called (Welsh sounding) Te Revil, or Te Effiel. I was two years old, a twin with my sister Carol, the local children took us out in our twin pram. We came back many times to camp down at Owen's farm, Grif was the shepherd and it was nice to see the sheep being dipped. The tin roofed post office also sold toys ...see more
I worked for the London Provincial Tax Office in the mid 1960s dealing with the tax affairs of employees of some of the big London shops. I used to get off the train at Knott Mill and walk to the office. I went back about five years ago and found that I could no longer recognise the place and could not even begin to get my bearings! The office was big and bustling. I remember Mr Topham who was an ...see more
Mobberley Boys School was a bit of a misnomer as it was way outside Mobberley (at Knolls Green) and was a junior boys approved school. I was sent there for pinching a box of chocolates! Nowadays I would have probably got a medal for initiative. Mind you we was always hungry, but 3 years? Well, really. The punishment worked though, I was never in trouble again.
Now back to Mobberley: We used to attend ...see more
In the 1950s ICI had what was even then a slightly old fashioned ethos - they cared for their employees beyond the workbench! In those days the workers participated in a share scheme which meant that workers benefitted financially from the company's successes. But more than that each Christmas this once great company organised a Christmas party at Marbury Hall for workers and their families - and all of the ...see more
I grew up in Shirebrook and I can state without hesitation that it was a miserable place to live. Particularly during the miners strike when the whole community was polarised and full of hate and anger. I was only too pleased to leave home and get away..
My memories are of the ending of the war, the German one in the Second World War. My family and I went to a VE party down the Greenford Road in Kings Avenue, I was about 7 years old at the time and while I was dancing with my elder sister, my elastic broke in my knickers and I was trying to hold them up and trying to tell my sister what had happened and she took not the slightest bit of notice of me and carried ...see more
I remember Linton Locks very well as the upper lock gate enabled me to visit the Power Station that was manned 24hrs a day, year in year out. There were three attendents, Aleck Musgrove, an unknown, and Ernest Muir. In the 1940's the power station was generating electricity for the York Electric Supply Co. To feed the turbines with power to turn them, the water came from the river via "The Cut" which was of ...see more
I was sent to Warnham Court about 1953. Mr Savage was the head master. I can remember a boy called Ernie and one called John Knowland. I was understudy to a boy called ? Green who played Widow Twankey in the panto. I was head boy. I won top prize in woodwork, it was the happiest time of my school life and would love to hear from any one who remembers me.
Tony Jeffery
I was born in Forest Road, Walthamstow, in 1927. My father was a councillor in the thirties, on the entertainments committee organising film star visits and concerts by the London Symphony Orchestra. He owned the ironmongers, Cole and Deakin, in the High Street. I went to a private primary school called Linda Lodge, and later Clarks College, Churchill, in Upper Walthamstow Road. I was married in St Peters ...see more
My favourite memory of living in Blackhall Colliery was of going to meet my dad from the pit baths, I used to sit on the top steps or swing on the hand rail waiting for him and listen to all the men sing, it was the best feeling even now. Then when some of them would leave they would shout "She's there Jimmy" to my dad. It's a shame those days are now gone but my memories will live with me till the ...see more
My grandfather, W. W. Share, was a mining engineer who worked at Walsall Wood Colliery. After he died, his mining engineering journals were transferred to the college.
There was my mam Norma Keller, my dad John William Keller, sister Mandy Jane Keller, other sister Tracy Joanne Keller and of course myself, Claire Margaret Keller. We lived a small 2 bed terrace house in Eldon Lane. it was like any other morning, except my mam had gone into hospital, I can't recall why but I missed her. Dad was looking after us for a few days. Dad said we were going for a little walk that day, ...see more
I was born on Rodman Street, Woodhouse Mill on the 15th November 1931. That makes me 79 now. I remember the Second World War and the shelters in the back garden. I remember the poppy day ceremonies at the cenotaph in Woodhouse, I was a scout with Skipper Edwards as our leader. Bob Graves was the Akela for the cubs. We played Kick Can on Rodman Street in the blackout. I live in ...see more
I attended this school 1974 to 1977, doesn't seem to have changed much, that's how I remember it. Can't say that I enjoyed school when I was there (spent many a time wagging). But looking back now, yes they were the good old days. I had many great mates and we use to get in trouble quite a lot, caught smoking in the toilets, skipping class, talking in class etc. Mind you I must have done something right as I came with my certificates. Oh to be young again and back at school.
Ah Brentwood swimming pool, such happy memories. Taking the Green line bus from Romford, Mum with picnic packed would take my sister Noreen & I to the pool regularly during the summer holidays, arriving early and leaving late. I remember paddling in the kiddy pool & swimming in the big one, buying rainbow popcorn in the shop & lots of children to play with, sheer bliss. My Auntie Jenny worked in the ...see more
We first arrived in Sandiway in 1956. I remember getting off the bus at the top of Mere Lane and walking down towards our new home in Cherry Lane. The house was a 'tied house' belonging to the ICI and our tenancy of it was dependant on my father working at the ICI. On our right near the top of Mere Lane was a small mere, or flash as they are called in Cheshire, in a field (now under Sandown ...see more
Maiden name Winter. I was born and raised in Gelli-gron Terrace, which you can see in this photo was a side street off Waunrhydd Road. The location from which this photo was taken we called 'the tump' where we children of Waunrhydd Toad used cardboard sheets from Mrs Bridge's shop (next door to Carpanini's cafe) to slide down the hill, to end at the high wall above the then Penygraig bus stop.
