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My Mother Mary Burghall (Married name Davies) used to walk to school everyday across this suspension bridge. She would would walk with her brother's and sisters and friends and she often says that this was the best time of her life.
I remember fishing in the tiny stream next to the Cippenham Pond (to the left of this photo). My brothers Paul, John and me Lynn and our little sister Delia Davies all used to take a fishing net and a glass jam jar and fish in the tiny stream for sticklebacks. This was in the days when children could be children and we were safe, spending hours just fishing. Those were the days. Lynn Mace (Davies)
Now a resident and Parish Councillor in Devon the Frith photos of Stonehouse took me instantly back to my early years growing up in the village. Not surprisingly one of my earliest memories is of the celebrations surrounding the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II in June 1953. Little did I know then that some 51 years later I would stand before her at Buckingham Palace as she pinned an OBE to my chest. Having ...see more
I remember the Sunday March to Tiffield Church from St John's School and return. I remember masters there - Betteridge, Faid, Wooley and the young lads 'lusting' after Headmaster's daughter!! The good teaching received there. My 'friends' and our adventures on our 'Day Out', Sinnott jumping into the canal to give us an excuse for returning late to school ... whatever happened to them all??? 'Ricky' Richardson, ...see more
I owned the Ford Anglia 105E parked on the road outside the church in the bottom left hand corner of the photograph. I rang the bells at the church and usually parked in that place. The car, Harry Potter blue, registration ADH 532B, was sold to pay the solicitors fees on our first home in Wellington. I have many happy memories of that church and remember the people there with great affection. Richard Dorrington
In 1941, shortly before my sixth birthday, I arrived at what was then a large branch of the National Children's Home & Orphanage, at Old Bramhope. To get there I had enjoyed an exciting (for me) train journey from Kings Cross (London) to Leeds Central Station. There followed a walk (I was carried) to Cookridge Street, then a bus to the bottom of Old Pool Bank, and then the long, steep climb up to the top of ...see more
My wife, family and I jumped at the chance of moving to Roxwell in 1982 for me to take over the position of resident Police Officer for Roxwell and its surrounding area. It transpired to be the best move we ever made. It was a job that I could not have done without my wife's support and assistance. The Police House/Office was in Stonehill Road, overlooking farmland and fantastic sunsets! ...see more
We moved to Debenham in 1964, when I was seven years old. Having come from Oxfordshire, where the houses were built of stone, I remember being amazed that many of Debenham's old houses were painted pink. 'Suffolk Pink' is the traditional colour of the limewash used on the timber-framed houses in this county. The Red Lion, the pub on the right of this photo, was one example. The Hillman Imp ...see more
While I was the Scout Leader with the 3rd East Kilbride Scout Troop in the 1970s several of my scouts became interested in flying. After several sessions of model building we decided we needed to do some flying with real planes so I arranged a trip to Lasham Airfield in Hampshire, which was a very big adventure for young teenagers living in Scotland! Two of my patrol leaders, Ian ...see more
Marcel & Anne Dutru bought a house in Rode in about 1969. The entire family thought that they were quite mad moving from the centre of London to a wee village that no-one had ever heard of. They lived so happily at 23 High Street for a good many years. My dad loved his wife, his new home and his life there. He was never happier than when family members came to stay and he could show them around the area. He was ...see more
I was born at 4 Juniper Way, Tilehurst 1962. I lived there until I was 9. I have such warm memories of that time although my memories appear more like snapshots as I was so young I remember some sounds of that time that have stayed with me. The electric motor and clinking of milk bottles from Job's Dairy, the wushing sound of the coal man filling our coal bunker with coal from the sack across his shoulder and ...see more
I moved to 71 Hildenborough Crescent, Allington, Maidstone, Kent in 1973 aged 10 years old. In the nine years I lived there I saw many changes. Parts of Allington were still being built. There were no houses built in between the frontage of the Mid Kent shopping centre ... it was just waste land later to become Foyle Close. There were no houses built lower than than Lullistone Road down Castle Road. The Quarry ...see more
I was lucky enough to live in the High Street in Tutbury in the 1960s and Tutbury Castle was my playground - we used to spend hours up there climbing on the walls and up the twisting stairs of the towers. One fond memory is one of my friends being dared to walk across the grille covering the well (quite deep, but almost empty) and getting her foot stuck. We had to take her shoe off and almost dropped it down ...see more
My Dad did his National Service at RAF Ely Hospital in 1953/4. We held a reunion at the weekend (27th Sept 08) in the Lamb Hotel which was attended by about 27 people. The Baron of Beef, the Rifleman's (on Lyn Road), the Cutter and the Minster were their favoured pubs. I would love to obtain photos from the 1950s especially of the Baron of Beef, which was at 13 Fore Hill. I understand its license was surrendered in 1958 ...see more
I moved to Westerham in 1954 from London aged 7.. the smogs were too much. I went to Hosey School and remember teachers, especially Mr Goldsmith. Memories include parading outside the school and raising our caps when Winston Churchill was driven by. Living in Granville Road I remember the Barnardo's children's home, in fact my mother used to do some domestic duties there. I was very friendly with Mrs ...see more
Castle Square of the 1950s and 60s had a vibrancy that is absent nowadays. This was because all of the local bus services terminated there and a constant stream of people dismounted to go about their business throughout the day. People from the hillside communities came to town to do their shopping, buy food, clothing, hardware etc. Families arriving from Liverpool on the coach would change here to ...see more
This early motor wagonette was probably operated by J. Fred Francis from Colwyn Bay to Old Colwyn for a three-penny fare until the coming of the Trams in March 1915. It succeeded a two horse omnibus which ran between the two locations eight times daily until about 1907. The horse bus was painted green and is likely to have been purchased and constructed in the Manchester area circa 1895-8 Francis was one of ...see more
I grew up in Methilhill from 52 onto 67. Had the best times there. I know as you look back, things look to have been better, but our days were better. As kids we were allowed to roam as long as we were back for tea time. We played on the rope swing at Purney Den? at the distillary, and down by the river. Never knew anyone to be worried about us. There were the potties as we called them, John Robb, ...see more
Does anyone have any memories or photgraphs of the church and or the church house next door? I know the Sheperd family lived in the house and that the Reverend Sheperd preached at the church, that's all I have (except that I know the church closed its doors as a place of worship a few years ago and nothing has happened to it since). Ken Edwards.
The first school of my life was in Brymbo where my father and his father and his father before him too had worked in the local steel works. The school teachers used to put out small beds in the playground in the afternoon and the entire school population would go to sleep in the open air. This was the lower church school (primary) and later I went to the school next door where Mr Fisher and Mr Tom Whomseley ...see more
When we were kids we used to holiday at East Runton nearly every year. We stayed with George and Mabel Bonney (and Trixie the dog) at Shepherds Cottage on the common. I think it was called Top Common. My Dad hired two beach huts from Walter Green - one of the fisherman - who used to sit at the bottom of The Gap mending his crab nets. What fun we used to have!! A marvellous clean beach with rock pools and, when ...see more
I remember the build up to the Silver Jubilee when we were all having a street party, it was great when all the neighbours came together to make it great. I lived on Two Butt Lane in Rainhill. It brought all of us together. It was so much fun. I lived there all my young days when we used to have big bonfires on the field, everyone came together to have fun. I had a great childhood there. I would like to visit again to see the changes.
John your memories of Blackboys Post Office bring back cherished memories of my own. I was fortunate to have lived in Brownings Cottages opposite the PO and at the age of ten I helped ?? to remove the counters and walls one Saturday afternoon, with yourself, your father and Mr Berry, who referred to me as FOREMAN.
My brother and myself came to Tondu in about 1955 from Brighton, Sussex, when my father who worked there had to come home because his father was very ill (my father's name was Robert Leonard Thomas and his father's name was Essex Thomas). We both went to the school by the side of the brickworks. We lived along where the old people's home is and opposite there was the woods where houses are built now. My ...see more
I went to Llwynderw Senior School. We used to spend our dinner money in town at Tuckers or in a cafe. The cafes used to do lovely steamed pies. When I came to Watford one day I was asked for an English coffee where I worked, he said it was made with water not milk. In Maesteg in the cafe we had lovely coffee.
When I was a girl we used to make dams in the river, and climb the mountain at the back of Duffryn Hotel at Coegnant colliery. It was a magic place to grow up in. I lived in Glanafon Terrace, and went to Tonna Road School. Horn was the place to get fish, chips, rissoles. Burgess the baker used to let people cook their Christmas cakes there. We went to Sunday School in Bethany and had outings with them, and at Whitsun we marched through the streets in our best clothes.
Having been born in Tooting Junction and schooled at Gorringe Park Middle School, I have many memories of Mitcham. However, until recently I was unaware that my ancestors lived on Figgs Marsh back in the 1840s, something I found out via the 1841 census. Does any one have any knowledge about what would have been there around this time and why a large group of people would have been living communally there, as ...see more
My father was the local postman until he had a serious accident at Middle Wallop. One of my memories of Nether Wallop was him telling me how it had snowed so hard on one occasion that when he delivered mail in School Lane where the wind blew in off the aerodrome he was dropping the mail through the upstairs windows of the houses there. Also being able to walk down to Mrs Salter's shop to buy 6 pennorth of sweets. I ...see more
I'm not a Pagham local but have visited the place many times over the last 20 or so years. I've always been intrigued by that old concrete structure at the southeast tip of Pagham Lagoon but have been unable to find a definitive answer as to its age or purpose. The most likely suggestion I've received is that it was a sluice built around 1876 when Pagham Harbour was reclaimed and sealed off from the sea ...see more
The Duchy Hotel brings back many fond childhood memories, at that time it was run by a gentleman called Joe, Uncle Joe to me and my sis. Yes, the staff were all convicts. I remember being pushed around on a large floor broom by one of the convicts working there, my dad was a prison officer at Dartmoor Prison at the time, Samual Bibby. I remember having a huge birthday party at the mess and Sunday dinners!, ...see more
I remember Shotley Gate 1954/55. I wish I could erase it from my memory. 12 months of sheer Hell at the infamous Ganges. I enjoyed my Naval Service and I did well, but Ganges almost defeated me. I danced a jig when they demolished the place! JW
Born 24th February 1947 at 66 Church Street Thurnscoe, one of the worst winters or so I was told. I went to Houghton Road Infants and Junior School. I remember Mrs Cook she was a little woman, her favourite weapon was the spindle from a chair, Mr Carr was a good bloke, he never hit me. I went to the Thurnscoe Hill in 1958 and left in 1962. Mr Buck had a bat with "Ouch" on one side and "Wow" on the other, ...see more
Hello, does anyone remember the Bedford Williams Store in Victoria Street, Wolverhampton? I was employed there in 1962 until about 1964 in the fabric department and I also worked on the button covering counter and stocking repairs. My supervisor's name was Miss Corkingdale. I would love to see if anyone remembers the store. I now live in Australia and I am trying to build a memory book about my life in ...see more
Used to love playing in the park on the swings, in the Sandpitand just generally walking about. Remember the Peacocks and other birds. Remember the Holiday at Home Weeks? All started with the procession from Parkgate through Rawmarsh up to the park. Lots to do in the park, entertainment on the Bandstand. There was also a similar procession on Bonfire Night. Everyone carried lit torches which were then thrown on the ...see more
The shop on the left was where I lived as a child. My father (Ron Stone) bought the property which was an old doctor' surgery and transformed it into a general store. My Mum and Dad used to open the shop in the evenings selling peas pudding and faggots and all the family used to join in preparation. My job was to make onion gravy on a paraffin stove. This was very popular and there were often people queing with their own basins right along the street outside. Those were the days!
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