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What a joy to see the stained glass window again. Every childhood Christmas with my beloved mum & dad, my brother and I would enter the fancy dress competition in this very room. Also we eagerly awaited the arrival of Father Christmas, coming down the lift!! So many families we met year after year, every Christmas, catered for by Jean Coleman and her husband. Thanks to Mum and Dad for the most wonderful memories.
I lived at 68 West Street. My father was head gardener at Hinton House when the Malvern Girls College moved back to Malvern, he moved and we followed later in between the Germans bombed us, and I think it was the next day they came over in daylight, we could see the pilots, they were so low. The head master had his windscreen broken by shrapnel in Crewkerne, they were looking for Yeovilton. John Burge.
My surname is Warnham and am very interested to see how this relates with the village of Warnham. I wonder whether this is where my family originally resided all those years ago. Would be interested to know about gravestones and names of any Warnhams to see whether this could be the case. Thanks if anyone can assist I would be grateful.
I have a similar photo to this one ref 32487 in an old photo album of my great grandfather's. His maternal grand-parents were the Warder of Chepstow Castle ( George Morrey) This album is now being returned to Wales and will be given to Chepstow Museum for their archive collection. My great-grandfather's name was Edgar Howe Salmon, my father's name was Edgar Striguil Salmon.
On the left hand side behind the wall you can just see the top of the roundabout that we used to play on, along with the swings. The wall marked the boundary of Higher Bebington Park. There was a gap in the hedge next to the telegraph pole where you could jump down from the wall which we used as a short cut out of the park.
I was born in Ruabon in 1935 at No1 Church Walks, obviously near the church. I lived there until I left for University in 1953 and later moved to Gresford.
My father, Eric Bowen of Ruabon, worked at the Ministry of Pensions office, shown on the left of the postcard, for many years. I used to visit him occasionally.
My memory of the area is based on my secondary school days here at the St James Catholic School, I think it was in Orange Hill Rd? I lived in Wembley during the war years and started school at St Josephs Primary in Wembley Hill. In 1951 at age 11, I started at St James in Burnt Oak. I remember I had to catch 3 buses, not sure about the first one but I know that the 140 and the 52 busses ...see more
My Dad put up the clock that used to hang outside his office of Charles Clarke printers in Boltro Road. Does anybody know what happened to it ?
My family friend Mrs Pat Davey thinks that the people on the right, walking along the pathway are her & her late husband William (Bill) Davey.
On this photograph there is a little 'bump' on the horizon just below Warsett. That 'bump' is 3 railway cottages and my Dad lived in No. l with his parents and brother and sister around 1912 - 13ish when he was school age. He went to Brotton School where he met my mum. My grandad had the Signal Box at Huntcliff and then Carlin How and they then moved to Skinningrove. I was about 4 years old ...see more
My family and I lived in Stocks Lane, Drury's Garage was next to us at the top on the corner. The house we lived in still looks exactly the same today as it did so many years ago. Sadly Drury's house, which is shown in the picture, is in a dreadful state and new flats are in place of the garage. My friend lived above the shop John Manners and we often fought for a turn to ride the big rocking horse. Horace called the ...see more
I have in my possesion a Cameron Cup-winners' medal dated 1927, won by Buchlyvie F.C. I was given this medal by an old lady in Aliston, Canada. There is no name on the medal. Could anyone help with any info.
Looking at this photo, I'm taken back to summers on that beach full of pebbles and the cafe shown with its novel smell, something like milky coffee! At about this time Abergele had a cinema, upstairs in the market street. My parents owed Coed Mor, a guest house in the town, and some of the children staying with us and I went to see "The Incredible Journey", a film about two dogs and a cat traveling ...see more
My grandparents lived and worked in Cowden. I spent all of my holidays with them from an early age from about 1965 to the late 1970s. My granddad worked on the railways and then with Leighs builders (Edenbridge) and after he retired he was the gardener at Chantrills. My grandmother (Mrs Pocock) worked at the Cowden stores and I spent my days with her there - helping to make up the orders that were delivered by Mr ...see more
Among the attractions at this year's annual Rixey Park Tractor Rally were the Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers and their band - a local dance team based at Combeinteignhead. For days beforehand the weather had been absolutely atrocious so the venue at Bellmarsh Meadows, on the Chudleigh Road, between Kingsteignton and Chudleigh Knighton, was absolutely sodden and truly ...see more
My cousin who lived beside the canal in Gringley Road was Roy Butroid, my favourite cousin, who was the local carpenter and later undertaker. Sadly he died eight years ago but his widow, a lovely lady named Pauline, still lives there and my husband and I sometimes visit. Margaret Freebury (from another well known Misterton family) was Walter Freebury's daughter who was my mother's cousin. She ...see more
My gt. grandfathers married sisters named Brothers. The three familes have been in and around Deal for centuries Gt. grandfather Maxwell was a Royal Marine, as was grandfather Piddock. My father 'Phys' Pidddock was welterweight boxing champ RM in 1925. Smiths were in the fish trade. Ted Smith had the first Fish and Shop in Deal [North side of Alfred Square] well before WW1. Grandfather Piddock had sweet shop in ...see more
Whilst this is the best known photograph of Ford Park Cemetery in the late nineteenth century it is also one of the best of Plymouth College (seen in the top right), because it was taken at a time when the school still owned all the land down to the eastern cemetery wall and had continuing hopes of extending the first phase of the Oxbridge style complex to both sides and forward as well as further developing the ...see more
I was born at Maryfield 25 Feb 1941, a screaming, greetin 10 pounder. The family moved to Summerford the next year. As I got older I began to realize I had landed in boys' paradise, so many things to do and so much to explore. We swam in the Forth and Clyde Canal [when the oil was thin enough], fished for pike, perch and dace in the Union Canal. We climbed huge chestnut and beech trees, ran wild on the ...see more
This scene has changed little, except for the addition of carpeted areas and pews that look far more comfortable and inviting! I feel sure that every person who has walked through the doors of this church has been touched by what they have seen and the wonderful people they have met here. Todays community has added many other fine features like their fabulous millenium tapestry and the tea bar!!! I have loved ...see more
When I was around 11/12 years old I stayed at this holiday camp several times. We all came down from London and had a great time playing war games with the local kids. I remember my friends and I buying children size army hats from the corner store. Our teacher saw us with our hats on and asked us to line up like soldiers and walk in a straight line. We often had a ride on the little train. We ...see more
While I was on a family holiday in Northumberland, I went to Berwick one Saturday in March 2004 and enjoyed a rare sunny and mild day doing two things I enjoy: a walk on the pier to sniff the sea air and secondly a football match! I went to watch Berwick Rangers play Hamilton which was the first Scottish league football match I had seen since visiting Glasgow for a Celtic game in the ...see more
A friend let me stay in her wee fisherman's cottage in Seahouses for an early holiday in March 2004. My wife Elizabeth and I drove up from our home in Watford through the unseasonal snow and we were quite worried about getting there at all! We had brought our elderly cat, Socks, with us as well and she loved the cottage as she curled up on the rug in front of the solid fuel fire ...see more
Yes the place is All Soul's School. I went there from 1957 to 1964. My name was Jayne Thompson then. I lived in Cheriton High Street. I'm trying to find out the name of the butcher's which used to be next to the library. It's now part of the bank. Mr. Ives was a butcher there and Mrs. Reading the cashier. Can anyone remember it? I went to school with Susan Ives.
One of the 'treasures' of Church Corner, Misterton was the Post Office which was run by Dorothy and Gordon. I often visited there as Dorothy was the sister of my boyfriend at that time. Nearby was Walter Scott who was the butcher who went to School with my Mother, Minnie Butroid, one of a very well known and respected Misterton families. Walter made the best sausages and any time my Mother and I visited ...see more
My Grandparents went to this beautiful valley in the 1940's. Then for the rest of their lives. We are now a 3rd generation of friends with a family from the area. This place in Wales is very dear to my heart I have been going there all my life it is a place I feel safe. My Grandparents took my mother, my mum took me & now I take my own kids, I love the area. It's like a comfy pair of slippers & I wish I could go there more often.
I also remember this charming little cottage from my childhood in the 1960's. Was so pleased to see it featured on BBC Breakfast this week & to hear it is open to the public once a week by the young woman who now lives there.
I went to school in Newton on Trent when I was 7. The head teacher was Mrs Moore. There was a Big room and a Little Room. The Little Room had a Wendy House...and I remember reading a book about and boy who kept running around a tree until he turned to butter. I never did understand how that happened. In the Big Room we had wooden desks that sat two pupils side by side. There were holes for ...see more
I was not born when my family lived in Kirkby Green but I have heard my mother tell a few stories of life there. She had a pet trout who lived in the Beck which ran past the back garden. She called him Peter and would go down to feed him most days. When he failed to turn up for a few days she blamed the American Airmen who were stationed nearby saying they must have caught him to eat. The family of ...see more
We moved to Park Farm Kettlethorpe when I was 7. The family at this time was reduced to Mum and Dad, Eileen, Brian, Maureen and Gillian. At first we lived in a semi detatched house at the top of the lane leading down to the Farm. Neighbours were Mr and Mrs Button with daughters Glenys and Susan and Mr and Mrs Sherbourne. Dad was promoted to Farm Forman so we moved down the the ...see more
I was born on Aston Terrace (leading down to Brookhouse colliery) in 1956, lived there till I was 3-4ish yet I can remember running down to the bridge to get there before the steam train passed under the bridge, memories I still treasure along with the friends I knew there, many of them also moved to the new council estate. Many of them no longer with us but not forgotten. One of the strongest ...see more
The houses in Castle Street have been knocked down some 20 years ago. I used to live in no 18 and used to play in the castle grounds since we had no garden.
I can happily remember the roof garden cafe, it was wonderful with frothy coffee in little glass cups, and we would sit on one of the "island's" that the stepping stones in the picyure led to. I also remember my sister Sue being about 3 or 4 and her falling in the pond head-first trying to touch the fish, Mum had to dry her out in the loo.
I visited my gran and my aunts in Llanbradach twice in the early 1970s. It was my first ever visit to Great Britain and I fell in love with the church. To someone accustomed to supermarkets, shopping from grocer to butcher to baker was like having an Enid Blyton book come true. My sisters and I soon made friends with two of the girls who lived there, Susan and I forget the other girl's name. I can see ...see more
I lived at 99 Northolt Road from my birth in 1954 until approx. 1961. My grandfather, Walter Taylor had a cafe there although it was closed when I lived there with my parents & grandparents. My grandmother was Florence taylor and she ran the cafe in the market for many years. I remember well some of the other stall holders, Henry at the fish stall, Brummy at the handbags etc. Grandad used to go to The Three ...see more
I grew up in Park Lane, this is the eastern side of Lane End, and then consisted of mostly 1940s- & 1950s-built council houses. I grew up in Coronation Crescent, a semi, 3 bed council house. These were not so much pebble dashed, as gravel dashed houses, sharp to the touch and the stones a mix of white, pink & red. Our back garden backed onto the farm of Mrs Archer, who kept ...see more
I belonged to St Matthew's Church Choir in Stretford, Manchester as a chorister, and every May bank holiday the choir had a week's vacation at Nash Court. In those days it was a national association of boys' clubs venue. There were dormitories around the back. I wonder if the wonderful tree house is still in the large oak tree in the playing fields. I seem to remember a ghost story concerning a dog called Spot which ...see more
How could I forget these shelters (there were two of them)? We moved to North Deal in 1954 when I was 10. The shelter at the top of Farrier Street was nearest to me - a place to stand in a storm, I practised hitting hockey balls against the concrete steps, my beloved Granny used to sit on one side and watch the sea, our tenant, in Indian Army officer (retired and without much money) used to sit in the shelter too, very ...see more
I was evacuated to some wooden bungalows in Goring Road and lived with Percy and Renee Bonner. Renee's relations were Romany gypsies who lived in Woodcote. The photo shows The White Lion and the village shop which I believe was "Pointers Stores". Percy ran a log delivery business, and these were delivered by horse and cart to surrounding areas by Percy, and although only 10 yrs old, myself!! I can safely say that despite the ...see more
A school friend at Reigate Grammar was Joe Cheffings; his parents ran the village shop and bakery about midway to the church, on the left of the picture. An elder brother, Tony, helped at home when on holiday from St. Paul's school, and had a penchant for very elderly motorcycles, picked up for nothing from a quarry dump towards Dorking somewhere. 2 dogs, and 2 donkeys completed the household! I used to ...see more
My sister and I were born in Playhillocks Cottage, Longhaven - me in 1937 and my sister in 1936. When I was about 3 or 4 we moved to a council house in Cruden Bay, Serald Street, where my brother was born. In 1950 we migrated to Australia and sadly by the time I could afford a trip back to Scotland the cottage had gone. I believe that the cottage might have been part of the estate of Longhaven House which ...see more
My parents ran the New Inn (now The Nobody Inn) when my grandmother died, and we moved from Higher Ashton to take over the tenancy. The Pub was owned by the St Annes Well Brewery who operated from Exeter. Many memories flow from those days. School with Miss Mary Wippell Mallet who had the typical bun hairstyle, and lived with her sister in the school house just below the school. The school inspector?attendance ...see more
My dad was Cyril Henry Sprake, I have memories of travelling to Eype to see my gran, she was Day then. As grandad and uncle Robert died during the war, I am interested in knowing which of the local Sprake families was grandad's. I too think of the area as my spiritual home, I have said to my family that I should like to be returned there one day as we moved around the west country, Dorset, Hampshire, Somerset, I ...see more
Has anybody any history of Mayfield Farm/house around 1935, like who owned it, and what type of farm it was, I have since found out that my Dad's sister [Joan] drowned in the fishpond when she was 18 months old, My Dad's[George] Dad also [George Addy] was a farm hand there with his wife Doris, who lived in The lodge on Mayfield farm, they moved from Woodchurch in Kent. Any whiff of anything would help.
From 1960 approx onwards- my father was the best blacksmith around. He was a master blacksmith at Smithy-House, Siddington. He not only shod horses but was the master of welding farming implements. Never a bad word was ever said about him. He retired to Chelford where he died in 2001. Many of the farmers remembered him including -The Wains, Worth's, Venables, Pilkingtons and ...see more
The first time I stayed at Tyn-a Don farm I was about 6, I fell in love with the place straight away. I remember we borrowed a tent from a friend of the family who took us there that first time. The kids of today would be horrified at what we had to last us for the whole 2 weeks we stayed. My sister and I could only take 1 bat and ball, (for French cricket), a board game each, 1 pack of cards and a ...see more
This entrance to the park is largely unchanged and the park is well worth a visit. The Friends group for this park are Heaton Mersey Village Conservation Group (HMVCG) and their website is www.hmvcg.org.uk
I was married in Veryan Church on 4th August 1962 to Michael Henry Symons Blamey and we lived in Rose Cottage in Portloe after our marriage. Our son Andrew Mark was born in 1963 and towards the end of 1963 I moved back to Birmingham which is where I originally came from. I remember the winter of 1962 as a particularly bad one, the local bus had to have chains on its wheels in order to get in and out of ...see more
My mother, Beatrice Constable, was born in a little cottage in Balcombe. The happy event took place in a small asbestos bungalow with lots of hydrangeas around the front door. Her parents were Joshua and Elizabeth Constable. Nan had seven boys and seven girls. Some were stillborn and buried in the churchyard under a tree. Does anyone remember this family?
I remember this hospital, being born here. My mother told me it was a lovely summer's day until the day was drawing on and it turned windy and cloudy and a nasty thunderstorm. My mother had not a clue what to call me so the nurse who had delivered me said my mother 'Gail', so that's how I was named. My parents stayed there for a while and moved to High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire. My mother fell pregnant again the ...see more
Moved to Hayes at the age of 12 and it seemed to be a busy place to a girl just up from the country! As I got used to more traffic and industry I found it to be a nice place though. I remember Townfield Girls Secondary (dreadful place!) and hated it enough to forego graduating to the 6th form so left soon after the 5th form. Went to work in E. Moss the Chemists in Station Road. Loved that job. For anyone who ...see more
My house backed onto Wyndham Hill and I spent my childhood playing over there. My cousin and I loved to watch the steam trains passing by and sometimes (if our parents weren't nearby) would run onto the bridge at Pen Mill station and hang over to get lost in the smoke - the things kids do! There was also another smaller field beside Wyndham which had three horses; Penny (a chestnut), Dusty (a dark grey) ...see more
I was born in Chelsfield in March 1945 at The Bunglaow, Crown Rd/Warren Rd. I was born on the day that the last doodle bug bomb was sent over by the Germans and it dropped not far from where I was born. I have been told that the midwife attending my birth grabbed me and dived under the bed and left my poor mother lying there! We were, however, all quite safe. I was 3 when we moved from The Bungalow on ...see more
I was born in Branston in 1948. I grew up there until I was 16 when we moved to Lincoln. There was a waterwheel down one of the country lanes which was very unusual, in as much as that it was horizontal rather than vertical. I believe it is still there today. My family were quite extensive in the village and everyone knew everyone else. They were alway ready to help each other and were all very ...see more
My name is Daniel (Danny) Cronin, the youngest of 5 and the only boy of Harry 'H' and Ann Cronin. My life began on the 27th of November 1970. My first place of residence was Recreation Road where I have broken memories of childhood play times with my sisters. As a big family we were lucky enough to be allocated a nice big 3 story town house on the new parkside estate, our address being 36 ...see more
My wife Elizabeth and I had decided we needed to get to know the west Wales coast as our son David's fiancee Amanda was studying at the University of Wales, Aberystwyth. After a number of visits to Aberystwyth itself we were ready to explore further afield so we booked a week's stay in a holiday cpttage in nearby Aberaeron. The cottage was delightful and overlooked a stream running beside a road ...see more
Does anyone know of Mayfields Farm, Lowfield Heath, Charlwood Road, in 1935? I have found out that my Dad's sister {Joan Addy, 18 months old} drowned in the fishpond, around the day of the King's silver jubilee.
My grandfather was at Catterick Camp during the 1930s. I Think his full name was Henry Roland Castell Viles. My dad hasn't seen his father since he was 2 years old. I would assume Henry is no longer alive but I am convinced he had another child to someone else after he and my nan parted. If you can help shed some light on the whereabouts of Henry or any information on him or any of his family, please contact me. I believe that Henry left Catterick Camp sometime after 1936.
My Great Grandfather Mark Crouch ran a greengrocers shop from the front room of his thatched cottage in East Street from 1899-1934 and then after he died his wife Annie continued as a grocer/greengrocer until 1934. I have a photo (date unknown but would probably be late 1920s - early 1930s) of Annie standing in the doorway of her shop which had a bow front and A.CROUCH over ...see more
My father lived in Tunbridge Road and was employed as a landscape gardener by Ian G Walker Ltd of South Godstone, Surrey from May 1946 until July 1959. Churchill Gardens was one of the Gardens he was involved with, it was started by Mr and Mrs Sherboom, who lived in a house adjacent to the old sand pit. The Sherboom land was called Havengore, and my father worked closely with the ...see more
I have recently been making an album for my father of his life story and he was saddened that we had nothing we could put in it of my brother who was taken to Bradford childrens hospital in November 1947 and died in January 1948. There were no pictures taken in these circumstances in those days and although Wilfred Pickles visited the hospital and gave my little brother a blue and white knitted rabbit ...see more
I have driven up and down the M5 so many times and seen a monument on top of the Blackdown Hills. Each time I passed I wondered what it was and so eventually I got hold of an Ordnance Survey map and identified it as the Wellingotn Monument. I promised myself that one day I would actually NOT drive past but I would make an outing specifically to go and see it. And so today I took my ...see more
It must have been 1944. My Dad was in Burma. Mum, my brother and sister and I had been visiting Dads parent(s) in Seaton Road, Whitton. It was very dark as we sat waiting for the No 18 train to take us back to Feltham. Then we heard the distinctive pulsating throb of the Doodlebug.We could see its exhaust flame which suddenly went out. Moments later there was a huge explosion from the direction of the High Street. Was it a filling station it hit?. The train arrived soon after and we went home.
My mum Barbara Wiltshire [nee Pritchard] was brouhgt up here with her 11 brothers and sisters. She is always reminding us that she had to walk 3 miles to school and one of her brothers used to bunk off and hide in the woods until it was time to come home, sadly she has dementia now, which took hold of many of her brothers and sisters also, but she still vaguely remembers when she sees the name and photos ...see more
In the early 1960s as a small boy, this was the home of my grandmother and grandfather, Hilda and John Guy. I remember going to visit them with my mother, Cynthia Joan Devine, formerly Guy. I used to love running around the garden with their little terrier called Betty and around the pond you can see in the picture. My grandparents had a chicken shed, and I was allowed in the morning ...see more
At the moment I am 66 years old. I lived at Newton St Cyres from 1950 to 1952. My father worked at J. G. Quicke's farm where in 1952 he was unfortunately killed and my mother and I returned to Cornwall. I can still remember going to the school at the top of the hill. Ahh! those were the days. For anyone reading this who may have lived there at the same time my nickname was Trip. I seem to ...see more
The large building on the right is the Community Centre, built as an art school to improve the standards of design which in the 19th century was very poor, particularly in the glass industry. Opposite was a parade of shops, just out of shot. On the left at the corner of Kinver Street was Whitehouses the butchers, housed in a very old building with a Dutch gable. Farther on was the chemist, double fronted with ...see more
A very fine pub, that's if you can find it, in the middle of nowhere, deep inside Perry Wood. It's worth looking for. This used to be the Perry Wood winkle club in the 1960s and 1970s, where you would get your winkle out of your pocket before another club member did, the loser would have to get the drinks in first! No joke, the landlord in the years I first went there was known as Mad John who collected sailors' ...see more
The Rev Lawson caught three of us smoking in the graveyard here, he then said he would tell my dad unless we all swept up the leaves around the main church door, which we all did. My dad was the local copper then, and a clout round the ear I would have got!!
Many a beer here I have downed, served by the landlady who was then locally known as Brandy Lil, I can't imagine why though?
We lived for a year in Middleton Cheney. My great grandfather was from England, but we never looked up relatives. I was only seven, but I remember so much of the town. We would go to market uptown everyday, our milk and bread was delivered, we had coal burning fireplace, we would go to get the paper everyday. We had good neighbors and were made very welcome to the neighborhood. My father was stationed ...see more
This picture is the memorable part of our route, a walk from Belle Vue where I lived until the late fifties. My father would take me for walks on Sundays when the weather was good, which it seemed to be most of the time, we would walk up the common which was then all countryside. We would climb over the stile in the photo and turn up the hill towards the wood, known as the Cally Wood, it was private with no ...see more
No I'm not joking, when we first got married we lived in a flat in Chilham Castle which was at the time above the Battle of Britain museum at the rear of the castle, yes it was cold there in the winter. We were allowed to walk around the lakes and gardens, whenever we wished. My father was the local village policeman, PC Bill Bishop. who managed to persuade a certain Lord Mazzerin to rent it out to us. Mice, yes, ...see more
1st white house on left was the 2nd post office where I had to go every morning to collect and deliver all the Chilham newspapers around the village for the grand sum of £2 per week. Post master then was a Ken Parker, I had to finish by 8am to catch Herbi Arnold's school bus to get to Chartham Secondary School.
I was 28 years old at the time of this photograph, living at Roseworth, with wife, Doris,and daughter, Judith, aged two. Married at St Peter's Church in 1947, with Rev'd J McGill officiating, a 'wartime' wedding really, with rationing in place, and I in a khaki uniform with royal artillery brass in place, Doris in a treasured but borrowed weddding gown - coupons were reserved for more pressing ...see more
Born at Halfway house in 1917, attended the school Jan 1922 to Dec 1931. Joined the army, Royal Horse Artillery, Jan 1932. Served in India Feb 1933 to Dec 1939. War, Desert, Normandy, retired because of wounds. Worked in London (Unilever) 1946 -1950. Came to Australia 1950. Diplomatic posting to London (Australian) 1958 - 1962. Returned to Australia. Last motored through Kirdford in 2002, could find none remembering me. Is there anyone today who can remember Tony Matthews?
I was at the Castle School in Stanhope from 1975-77, I was in Bewdley House and in Big Raby dorm, to me I have no good memories about the place to be honest. I thought it was an evil place, if the law was then as it is today many of the staff would have got a prison sentence after the violence went on there, I am only being honest. At the age of 14 I arrived at the Castle School at about 6pm, had some food, I ...see more
I live 4 doors down from the cotttage and it is still going strong.
This photo brought back a flood of happy memories. The only school I actually liked! I was second year senior when the school closed. Sad day. I remember the creepy tunnel down in the art room by the sink.
