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Well, Wesley, the famous preacher, preached from my garden, to the populous in about 1763. This was pre-soap days, so I'm sure lots of people turned out. I believe my house was a yeoman's small farm, but has grown from its beginnings in the 15th century. Inside the house shown on the right in one of the photos is still an old 'beehive' bread oven. It has lots of the old features associated with a ...see more
How well I remember arriving at Wells-next-the-Sea from Leicester as a new bride. My husband was a former high school pen-friend who was now in England serving in the U.S Air Force, having been in the country from his home in Wisconsin for a year. Now stationed at Sculthorpe. We spent our first week in Norfolk in the village of Sydestone until we could find rental accomodations in Wells. Our home ...see more
My husband's grandparents Alexander and Jane Gillespie are buried at Barhol Chapel, Aberdeenshire. Alexander died on 20 January 1940. We have a photograph of their
gravestone there.
I was a resident of St Boniface Home, Sampford Peverell, from 1943 to 1946. Our Scout and Cubscout group used 'the Rock' (although we had a different name for it) for many of our scouting activities. The large mound to the west was ideal for semaphore practice and due to a large population of rabbits was referred to as 'Connie Warren'. Many proficiency badge tests were passed using the Rock as a base camp. Perhaps someone can recall its alternative name.
This is the interior of St. Mary's, Higher Brixham - parts of which date back to Norman times. My mother, a Brixham girl born and bred, was married here in August 1952. I, along with my twin brother,w as christened in the baptismal font (left foreground) a year later. Generations of my mother's side of the family lie buried in the churchyard and I still have relatives who have lived in Brixham all their lives, and I spent many a childhood holiday there.
It was February 10th 1999 I was born, it was 8:35am. My mom is Alixes Tuthill, my dad is John Tuthill the 5th. I am 10 years old right now, in 5th grade, Ms Schoreder's class,
and my memory is of when I was 6 years old and I started cheerleading for the first time and fell in love with it. I am now going on my 5th year and it still is fun. I can't wait for people to be a cheerleader like me, it's lots of FUN.
I was four years old when I moved to Gilfach Goch with my sister Pauline and my dad Samual James Carson and my mam Sybil (Mills), she was from Gilfach and so was most of her family. We lived with my Gransher, Mark James Mills, for a while, at Wyndam Street, Evans Town. My dad had a job on Rhondda Transport buses as a bus conductor. We moved from Wyndam Street to two Station Houses on the outskirts ...see more
Like my sister (Sharon Bondy), I also have great memories of Clare Road. We lived at 8 Clare Road (the Williams's). I am the oldest of 3 kids (my sister Sharon & brother Leyton). I vaguely remember moving to this house from our Pen-Y-Grug house (I think I was 5 of 6 yrs old at the time - early/mid 1970s). Many of our friends lived on our street, and we would walk to school together since the Wern ...see more
I was born in Redhill but grew up in Horley in Surrey. I had two brothers and one sister. My maiden name was Rose McKeon and my brothers were Tom, Franklyn and I had a sister Jo. I would love to hear from anyone that knew the family in those times. I am living in Az. Horley is still a very special place to me.
I moved to Sanderstead when I was 5 from Crystal Palace and lived there until I moved to Scotland for work reasons when I was 24. I also have fond memories of Sanderstead being a great place to grow up - going to Ridgeway Junior School. My parents still live there and I return regularly. The picture above of the Station approach on Sanderstead Hill really hasn't changed that much. A zebra crossing has been added ...see more
I was born in Abbey Street, Thorpe le Soken in 1924, the son of Charles and Winifred Day. I had two brothers, Basil {who was two years older} and Eric, my twin brother. I was educated at Rolph School, High Street, Thorpe, I had two headmasters, Mr Bird and Mr Corkett. Two of the highlights of my schooldays were seeing an airship go over and seeing the Prince of Wales (later to become King Edward VIII) go by on his ...see more
I was born in Stroud and lived in Cashesgreen and Paganhill until I was 11 when the family moved to Hertfordshire. My aunt lived at Minchinhampton in a house my sister now owns. As children we remember making the then very slow journey from Cashedgreen up Rodborough Hill past the Fort and along the common, waving at the big bear outside the pub and then onto our aunt's house for a very merry Christmas Eve ...see more
I lived my early years in Millstream Lane in the 1960s up to 1974. It was a wonderful place to grow up. Just off the NW corner of the Green on Greg's farm there was a barn with a number of rusting old vehicles and farm machinery scattered around. Besides threshers and early tractors, there were some WW2 military vehicles including half-tracks, an American troop lorry and best of all an amphibious DUKW which was ...see more
I recently visited Wootton Wawen to look at the war memorial where my great-grandfather Samual James Whitehouse is mentioned. He was the local postman and sadly died at the beginning of the First World War. I felt honored to be able to visit such a pretty place where he had lived. If anyone has memories of him or his son, Harold Whitehouse who was my grandfather,I would love to hear them.
This memory of 1961, and me and me pal Wes Coulthard started work at the Delta Rolling Mills (this was over Scotswood Bridge towards Blaydon, left along the river by the Skiff Inn). It was hard work but the dosh was better than other places. We started on the East Mill which rolled flat bars maybe up to 60 feet long when finished through the process of the rolling. I remember Phil and Lennie Scott who were brothers, ...see more
My sister and I spent many happy holidays in Highcliffe. We used to stay in a chalet that was situated in a field at the back of a pub. There were chalets all the way round the edge of the field and there was a shower block at the bottom. Very primitive by today's standards but what fun we had. I can't remember the name of the pub but it was on the main Lymington road. My mum used to see us over the main ...see more
Hi, I am still trying to find the whereabouts of Belinda Armsden, does anyone know any more about her family?
Dancing the night away at the rink, from 10pm until 2am on Friday nights, was the highlight of my teenage years. My boyfriend played in saxophone and clarinet in the resident band. Had some great times, felt so grown up staying out so late. George Pennington was my boyfriend's name. I have lived in Australia for the past 41 years but have never forgotten my nights at the rink. I lived in Leeholm but travelled ...see more
There used to be a little cabin in a corner of the dodgems. My brother Geof used to play. If you remember anything about those days please get in touch. I suppose you could say he was a disc jockey. I would like to know if anyone remembers any of them. Maybe some of the Cheethams kept any of the records. They were good days. The fields all around were covered with tents, me and my mates had a rare old time with the ...see more
I worked at the Green Man, a lovely little thatched pub. The manager was Phillip Hanson Lester who used to play a grand piano in the bar. He was quite famous inthe are for his pub meals and eventually retired to Spain. We all had great fun after hours in the bar and I particularly remember Jeff Sewell who owned a BMW garage in Great Dunmow. Cliff Richard lived nearby. I have gret memories of lovely ...see more
As a child in the 1960s and 1070s my memories of Crouch Street are distinctly Christmassy, I loved the decorations they always put out, and also the trip to the butchers there to pick up the sausages and turkey on Christmas Eve, followed or preceded by a trip to Nanna in Butt Road, in of course Butt Road, I loved that street!
This bridge is usually referred to as a seven arched bridge but looking at this 1888 photograph, there appears to be eight of them. The tunnel nearest the camera still exists and I recall how it once gave access to the old Regent Cinema which these days serves as an amusement arcade. Is it possible that the arch or tunnel at the far end could also have housed a road or even a railway line? ...see more
My Nanna in Butt Road had a few scary stories up her sleeve to thrill us with, and one of them was about this old bit of wall, I don't remember it being fenced off when I was a girl. Anyway, she used to say that there was an old Roman Centurion who used to walk the wall and appear at this gate, it still gives me a little shudder even today! My modern children are not at all interested in this little story, needless to say!
I have been searching Google Earth photos, I cannot find any trace of The Granada Thornton Heath. It appears to have now been demolished. What a shame, a part of my childhood has disappeared completely John Wimpenny 16.5.2010
Yes, I can remember some happy sunny afternoons on the lookout for boys around the mid 1970s, we used to pool hop between the new indoor and the old outdoor,
A less happy memory was doing my 50m Preliminary 2 with Heathlands Primary, as we travelled there on the coach the sky was black and we were all sure it would be cancelled, it was a FREEZING cold day. But no, we all got lined up at the edge of the ...see more
My father (W F King, known as Bill) was a member of this group which unfortunately no longer exists but has donated its photographs and booklets to West Yorkshire Archives. My father left me all his photographs and I am the legal copyright owner of all those he gave to the Group and many more of Windhill. I can supply early 20th century photos of Windhill (and free Thumbnails) if you contact me at wfkphotos@ntlworld.com.
I remember the Taylor family, Mum, John and Marian (no longer with us) coming to stay with us in Liverpool. My mum was from Lloyney and knew them well. Harold Taylor was on a ship docked in Liverpool so they stayed with us so they could see him, I was quite young but remember it well. I spent the Second World War years with Mona Cadwallader in Knighton, my brothers stayed in Lloyney.
My parents bought Old Stowey from Major Enderby, sadly after my father's death in 1970 the place was sold for 50.000 complete with farm workers cottages & 600 acres. I now see it's on the market with 40 acres for 1.5 million.
I really loved the area but could be desolate when the cloud closed in and when the snow came. My parents are buried in Cutcombe churchyard. I would like to live near there again but am ...see more
I remember growing up in Coronation Street, and the air raid shelter on the field (now a pub).
I remember the creepy pasages down past the art room to the cloakroom. I used to grab my coat and run! I also remember being allowed to play among the conker trees which provided a corridor to run underneath. When the leaves fell we would gather them up and make dens around the bottom of their massive trunks. I remember being so cold in the winter that we would take it in turns to sit on the big radiators with our ...see more
I was born in Cinderford in 1962 and lived there until the mid 1980s. Through my childhood the town centre around the Square (now called the Triangle!) was busy and prosperous with all sorts of shops, my favourites being Woolies for my huge Airfix collection and James (now Merretts) for comics, toys and Standard fireworks. It's sad to see the town centre run-down now, my mum and sister still live there. ...see more
My family has been conected to Kingsand and Cawsand since the 1700s, and before, I expect. My family names are Colmer, Skinner, Prest (Millbrook) and Booth. I am very proud to be part of this forgotton corner of Cornwall.
I was stationed at Bovington 1957/59 as a National Serviceman, the posting was a happy one.
My job was looking after the demo: Saladin (the 6 wheel Sarecen APC Chassis but with a small gun instead of the seats ie. A Commander and a Driver plus a radio/gunner), a recon vehicle for the tanks. I have a photo with my sarecen with L plates! Driving was at Clouds Hill demo ...see more
My first home was Hope Cottage next to the Sun Inn, Dunsfold. I am pretty sure that the cottage was owned by Lloyds Bank and my parents rented it from them.
My grandparents, Stan and Madge Blay, also lived in the village and my father and his 4 brothers all grew up there. When my grandmother died and my grandfather retired to Devon, I moved as a very small child to 11 Binhams Meadow, which was my grandparent's house.
I happened upon Salcombe Regis by chance late April and what a magic sight the churchyard was. The huge low-hanging white blossom tree was magnificent and yellow and white daffodils scattered among the old lichen encrusted tombstones completed the picture. I discovered that evening from long lost relatives, that several of my ancestors (Maeers and others) had been born in Salcombe Regis, and there would ...see more
I lived in Herne Bay for my teen years. I remember the Pier burning down and the sea freezing over. The winds could be so strong my mother and I had to hold on to the lamposts for fear of blowing into the sea. Some summers though the sea was like a mill pond and there were small rafts that you could dive from. Beautiful memories.
My grandparents lived in Church Cottages, a stone's throw from the church. As a child I remember staying with my grandparents, the toilet in the garden, and having a bath, Nan used to pull down the tin tub, cleanest in first, the dirtest in last,. It was a small cottage 5 girls & 2 boys sharing 2 beds top & tail. We lived in Station Road and would walk to Nan's daily. I went to the village school, and Nan ...see more
Walking up Vennel Street, Dalry one afternoon I was approached by a pal's dad, Jimmy Morrison. Jimmy, I'd heard, was putting a junior football team together. He crossed the road towards me and said: "Fancy joining my team? We're applying to play in the Ayrshire league."
"Who else have you got?", I asked. "Nobody yet, you'd be the first", he replied.
I signed up as the first player in the new 'Rye Rovers' squad of ...see more
I loved my time at this place.
It's funny, you are right, the dance always ended in a fight. They had some good bands though.
I was a paperboy from 1967-1970. My round was from Cliff Davies shop to the top of the pit past the old St Margaret's factory and on I walked to Brittania, it was a newish estate then. Some mornings I got a lift off Dai Radford the milkman in his very rare Landrover milk float.
My grandparents, Harold and Phyllis Fenton, ran the village post office in the 1930s, 1940s, 1950s and 1960s from their home in the stone house opposite the Horse and Jockey Inn. My three sisters and I, daughters of Margaret Fenton and Joseph Gerard Nevin, visited with our grandparents many times during the 1950s and 1960s and early 1970s. I remember the village of Waddington as a quiet rural ...see more
I grew up in old Denaby with my 2 older brothers. My mum had lived there from birth and still does to this day. In those days it was a real village community, unfortunately this has disapeared over the years, it is now a place for people with too much cash, the spirit has left the place. I spent many happy hours up the wood or the playing field, football was the order of the day on Sunday afternoon. Acorn fights were the event of choice in the woods as well as games of hiddy (hide 'n seek).
The field in your picture where the sheep roam is now a football field and a park for the children of Rockbeare.
I grew up in Fazeley along with my little brother Glenn. Some of my best memories would be of the good summers we used to have when we would spend most of the school holidays swimming and fishing in the brook at Brook End. We would dam up the shallow brook and spend many hours in the now 5ft deep water,(due to our dams). Then we would build swings across the brooks and have hours of fun. In the main summer months you ...see more
I was born at Tir Elenore Farm, Betws in 1937. I went to Betws Primary School and then to Amman Valley Grammer School.
I met a lovely lady from Baughton Lane while living in central London, the lady's name was at the time Miss Delphine Sherriff. She told where she lived and I have been around your most beautiful landscape. After meeting the lady I went backpacking around Europe for 5 years and lost touch. Whilst living in London we went to see '42nd Street' it Drury Lane. She told me how beautiful Baughton was and I ...see more
I used to go to Wendover Primary School when it was situated beside the clock tower. The head master was then H. J. Figg Edgington. I began in Mrs Tott's class, then Mrs Connolly's, then Mr Spencer's, then Gertrude Agatha Jones's. It was the best time there. We would walk the Heron Path on nature walks, down through the 'rec towards the church and pond, then back past the stream which had sticklebacks and ...see more
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I lived at the bottom of St. Vincent Road, near to Temple Hill Estate and Bow Arrow Lane. We used to play in the fields and I remember Temple Hill Estate being built. I remember the air raids in the war and the bomb falling in Carrington Road on a Sunday afternoon, the mother of a friend was killed that afternoon. When the war was over we had street parties and one in particular that I remember was in the back ...see more
I was 10 years old when this photo was taken, and I always remember South Street being busy. There was a market stall just up a bit from Kay's almost in front of the Antelope Hotel. My mates and i always used to hang out in the "Milk Bar" cafe a bit further down the street. There used to be a lot of good "hang outs" then, the Wimpy Bar, the park. The cars used to come all the way down the street then.
I am the grandaughter of Ted Patmore who ran Patmore Brothers in the High Street Loughton. 1960 was the 50th anniversary of my grandpa opening the business and this year would have been the 100th if it had still remained within the family. I have many photos from the early days of the business until the 1960s with many local people in them - would love to get in touch with people who ...see more
Bearmans was the big department store on the site which is now occupied by the Coop or Leo's. I remember the toy department at Christmas was fantastic with an enormous model train layout in the centre of the floor which would take you ages to walk right round, everything painstakingly assembled in miniature for the kiddies. I remember visiting Santa at Christmas. To get to Santa's grotto, you went on a sleigh ride ...see more
This was filled in due to a scare of polio in the early 1960s. It was called the Silver Cup pond because it was opposite the pub of the same name.
I was born there in 1928, in Boscombe Hospital, Bournemouth, and lived in Bournemouth till 1962. There is no where like Bournemouth, lovely beaches, stores, theatres, the Chines, and Shell Bay. An excursion to Poole and then to Canford Cliffs, and on a little ferry across to Shell Bay. Of course, you then wanted to go to Corfe Castle. Another favourite spot for my mother and I was Hengistbury ...see more
I can remember coming into Diss station (1953 onwards) as if it was yesterday. I and my family came up from West Ewell, Surrey to stay with my aunt and uncle at Redgrave every year for our school summer holiday. My cousins and my sister Julie and I were taken to Diss every week, but on two of these occasions we were taken to the pictures which was a great joy to us all, on the way home we would have a big bag of chips each. ...see more
My parents owned a caravan on what is now Seaview Caravan Park and as a child I remember going down onto the beach with my brother. My parents and an uncle called Sparky and his wife all went down onto the beach and put up at least 5 windbreakers in a circle. We hired a beach hut and kept all the deckchairs, spades, buckets in it, we also had a primus stove so our parents could ...see more
Mrs Minnie Vale (nee Miller-Houson) lived in Steeple. I visited her as a 6 year old (from New Zealand) in 1958/59. I remember a wee store where she would allow me to choose sweets. I thought these were 'free' - until I realised in much later years that of course she had an account at the store!
My mother Elizabeth (Betty) grew up in Steeple. She was one of nine children but I think they did not all live there. ...see more
My father James (Jim) Staples was born in 1925 and grew up on Feenan Highway Tilbury. (He died in 1998.) He fought in the Second World War as a Royal Marine. He emigrated to NZ in 1952. His siblings were Fred, Elsie, Ivy and Stan. Fred, Elsie and Stan are now deceased but Ivy is living in New Zealand. I am very interested in this area of England and would love to hear from anyone who might remember my father or his family.
I lived in Lower Brougton Road since 1934 and still do.
Best wishes,
John Potts.
I worked as a carpenter on the construction of the Civic Centre for Allen Fairhead &Sons whose H.Q. was in Enfield Town just down the road from Lyons Corner House opposite the gas company. I got married during this period and was working seven days a week as I needed the cash, I cleared seventeen pound a week! The layout for the flower box on the right side of the building (not shown in photo)was ...see more
The Jasper family moved in 2008, there are 5 children and one adult, a big family in a big house! This is a lovely family who are loving and kind! I am here to give the memory of Kirton End and wish luck for this family for the rest of their lives.
When we used to have family holidays in Downderry year after year, we used to have days out in Dobwalls Adventure Park. It was a marvellous place with the old machinery, the 'Crazy Cavern' and of course the trains! They were great days. It is terribly sad to hear that Dobwalls Adventure Park is now shut.
When we used to have family holidays in Downderry year after year, we would visit Colliford Lake Park several times each holiday. It really was great fun there; the army jeep, the go cars, the play areas, the boats; there seemed to be 1001 things you could do at that place. A great place for a day out, imprinting powerful, wonderful memories.
My nan and grandad used to live in the dwellings near the hospital. Their names were George and Florence ARCHER. Has anyone got any photos of the dwellings or hospital. We cannot find any. My brothers still live in Tilbury.
My siblings and I were regulars here for much of the 1950s and 1960s. Our maternal grandparents lived on Northgate Street and we often marched down to the park to go on the boats. There were five of us and my oldest brother was usually in charge of the half a crown, part of which Bill the Boatman would often press back into his hand so we could buy some sweets. I think he was married to a relative or ...see more
I took a party of friends for a day's outing to Lynmouth and Lynton and travelled on this wonderful cliff railway. It still looks exactly the same!
It was a sunny but chilly May day and we started our day's fun with lunch and drinks in The Rising Sun - a lovely ancient inn on the sea front. This was followed by a gentle stroll upstream along the river walk for a mile or so and eventually a return to ...see more
In the early 1940s Mystole House was one of the first places my Regiment used as a billet for one of the Batteries of Artillery as part of the defence of the South Coast Defence scheme on stand by in the event of invasion by the German forces in the Second World War. I do in fact have a photograph of the Battery in front of the House. Memories of the area are still very vivid in my mind.
My mother had a few problems back in 1979 in a small village called Glossop in Greater Manchester, so she placed an ad in our local paper asking for an exchange of houses. We never knew that we would get a response from what seemed to be a lifetime journey. Peterlee. For me Peterlee was a new town, only 15 years old, it has all flat roofs, and big gardens, some people said it was like Bethlehem. As we ...see more
I am tracing any info about my ancesters. My granddad James Partridge was born in Shrewsbury 30.12.1885. He worked for GWR as an engine driver. His mom and dad were James Partridge, born in 1862, a gas fitter, and married to Rose Kemsley, born in Spring Gardens, Shrewsbury 20.4.1854. James's dad was William Partridge, born in 1831, his mom Susan (nee Fox) was born 1831. William's mom was Mary ...see more
Childhood memories The 'flowerpot men', 'weed', Amos and Andy, Big Ted, little Ted, Loopy Lou, Andy Pandy, Woodentops, spotty dog, gently 'supervised' by 'ma and pa', Jack and Jill, Miss Moffet, 'twinkle,twinkle little star', 'Listen with mother' - "Are you comfortably sat?" Rag, Tag and Bobtail, Rupert and Felix the cat, Toytown, Sooty and Sweep, Muffin the mule, George Formby films where he played ...see more
Drayton Jottings. Auntie Alice, in Kings Avenue, regularly seen, out on her front doorstep, she kept it clean, the 'raddled' red stone was buffed to a shine, 'Old fashioned traditions', here continued,so fine. one day, from school I returned, 'extra curricular activities' were learned, 'Edge cutting hedge' - never seen before, laughter unlimited and chuckles galore, but our Mr Edge (the local deliverer ...see more
I went to the convent from around 1963 t0 1971 and I was very happy there as a little "German girl". We went on the mini bus from Swindon with a few pupils we picked up on the way and already had a jolly time before we even got there. I remember the great trees just beyond the tennis court, one with a hollow branch we used to crawl into and peep out at the other end, the freezing cold ...see more
I remember being a member of the Youth Club and being able to launch our canoes from the riverbank on the Welsh side of the bridge. If you visit now you will find that someone has added the site to their garden!
I am looking for family members of the Hagyard Family. They lived in Wellingore in the 1800 to 1900's. I would love any information anyone has.
I was about 8 or 9 I think when we lived at 3 Victoria Terrace. There was a picture of me in the garden front, facing what was then the army barracks as my dad was a chef. I went to the Blackdown Cchool, I was then known as Annette Mort. I remember playing on the field near the nearby woods too. We then moved to 12 Newfoundland Road shortly after. My friend was called Tina, we ...see more
Hi, my dad was born in Penrhiwceiber because his dad FREDERICK WILLIAM ELLISON was brought up there by the JAMES family, we believe after his father died. Does anybody have these people in their past? I can't find them on the 1911 census, and don't know anything about the JAMES family.
Here's hoping.
I was born in 1938 and went to school at the top of the bank where I was very happy, because it was directly opposite my home address of 5 Eighth Street and I was never late. Unfortanately a few of my classmates died. I moved to Newcastle-on-Tyne when my parents died in 1991 and 1993 and have lived here ever since, but I have never forgotten my bithplace.
On the left of the picture is the tall post on which the air raid siren is mounted, still there ten years after it was in service, I heard it several times before running to the "dugout" and before being shipped off to Oldham as a Vaccy. "The Goat" had a lovely sunken garden accessed by a steep flight of stairs from the bar area and a gate from the public footpath at the rear. The bus ...see more
My grandmother was named Violet May Purcell, born in May 1891. She emigrated to Canada as a young adult. Her father was Frederick Purcell, a wire cleaner; her mother was Ellen Purcell (nee Higginson). If anyone has additional information, please advise. Thank you.