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I moved to Crawley Down in 1959 and for four years I lived in the police house in Hophurst Road with my Mum, Dad and sister Denise, Dad being the village policeman. For two years I attended the village school and remember Mrs Fry as my dinner lady and Miss Drew as head teacher. They were happy carefree days. We played out all day when we could on our bikes, only popping indoors for a drink or something to eat. ...see more
My Gt.Gt.Grandparents ran this Inn in Bradwell during the 1870's. Their names were John & Ann Archer. They originally came from West Yorkshire in a place called Kirkburton. John & Ann had a great many children who married into Bradwell families. John & Ann both died in 1879 wilthin a few months of each other & are buried in St.Barnabus Churchyard. There is a photo on the wall of the White Hart ...see more
I lived most of my life in Sible Hedingham, as a family we moved there from London in 1962. I was just 2 years old at the time. My father Robert Farren, "Bob" as he was best known and my mother Ivy, took over the licence of The White Lion, Church Street. Growing up I never imagined that I would ever live anywhere but there. My parents retired after 28 years behind the bar. The White Lion can be seen in ...see more
My mum and dad ran this pub before we moved to Canada. I have lots of great memories.
The people sitting on the seat in the foreground of this photo are actually my grandparents and aunt, visiting - as they regularly did - from their home in Annfield Plain, Co Durham. This photo was taken a couple of years before I was born and also before my parents were married. Sadly they are no longer alive, but little did they know they had been snapped for posterity!
We stayed in a small caravan on Ridings Farm, owned then by Mr & Mrs Rand. We travelled by coach from Gosport, Hampshire. Catherine Hackett, my mother,adopted me when I was less than a year old, she was widowed and had 4 children of her own and as you can guess she was very special. Gosport is a naval town on the opposite side of the Portsmouth harbour. We had no television, no car and so I had ...see more
I attended Our Lady's School but at a later time than Mr Aindow. I started in September 1961, a day I remember quite well! My most abiding memories of those times were of the nuns who ran the school and who were very strict and also how antiquated it was. The school still had gas lights which were lit on dark winter afternoons and emitted an eerie green glow. The refectory was like something out of Tom ...see more
Just starting a family history according to the 1901 census My grandparents James and Mary Duckett lived at 37 Sheffield Rd, Dronfield with their children Richard, Dennis and Frances. My mother Mary Duckett was born in 1907 in Dronfield. I remember her telling me she had a long walk to school or was it church? jJmes Duckett came from Ireland and the family was Catholic.
First placed here by the monks of Evesham Abbey in the thirteenth century to enable them to tend the vineyard that they planted on Clarkes Hill, the original use of the cottage was a wine store. Their system of pulling the ferry rope between two stauntions to get across the river is still used to this very day, in spite of mechanical devices being experimented with, nothing is as easy or secure as the monks ...see more
My great grandfather lived in Walton in 1891, his name was John Rowbottom and he lived at the forge in Walton Road. He had three sons. One son, William, was born there. His first wife died there in 1890 and he married his housekeeper Jane Cooper. If anyone has any more info please let me know.
The cottage in the centre of the picture was our first home in Cornwall. 4/4/2001
I travelled to Chipping Norton to start a new life. When I stepped off the coach on the high street and looked across the road I saw a very grand looking building and a sign saying The White Hart Hotel. My next thought was I am going to work in that hotel, which I did! I was also able to live-in, as other staff also did. The White Hart at that time was a privately run hotel with a friendly ...see more
I used to walk along muddy tracks and climb over stiles, cross fields and even a busy dual carriageway to get to Bourton from Lower Slaughter. The first time we visited Bourton we went to the museum which houses vintage cars and many more curios. I believe it started as hobby and grew from that. I can't remember the name but it was a charming olde worlde place with an atmosphere to ...see more
I lived in lovely Lower Slaughter in 1991 along with my children's father. How we came to live in such a beautiful place was pure luck. We had applied for jobs in nearby Adlestrop and with the jobs came accomodation, Manor Farm Cotts. I remember an open top mock vintage bus driving through in the summertime, usually american tourists waved on the top deck, it felt surreal. My favourite time of day was early ...see more
I used to play in the abbey in the war time as then it had an air bomb shelter, we used to think that there was a tunnel under the abbey to the cathedral.
My great-grandfather and g.grandmother lived and worked at The Pilchards Inn, they had three children my grandmother used to tell me about how they kept chickens and ducks in the garden and how she met Daphne Du'Maurier and Alfred Hitchcock whilst in cornwall making a film, thats not bad for passing trade! I cant wait to visit Polperro and sit a while in The Pilchards Inn to remember my wonderful grandmother in a place that was very close to her heart.
I was a pupil at Walsh Manor school about 1964 and was wondering if anyone has any pictures of the school or the history of the manor house. I loved being at the school as there was a farm attached where we used to go. The school itself was a lovely place to live and when I was there it was run by Mr and Mrs Hemmings. It was a girls boarding school. One teacher I remember was Mr Rose who took us for art or French. ...see more
The shops were built in 1959/60 and the Steele family took possession of the first 2 shops as soon as they were finished. The shop, on the corner of Falmer and Warran, opened as a hairdressers and was managed by my then fiance Lesley, the adjoining shop opened as a laundrette, run by Lesley's mother. The family lived in the maisonette above the shops and I have many happy memories of that era.
I have very dear memories of Portrush in the 60's. My mum was born there. She lived with her Mum and Dad and two brothers and one sister in Harbour Road. Mum and her sister came over to England in the 50's. We used to go to Portrush for our holidays. We would stay with my Grandparents on Harbour Road. My grandfather owned a dozen little rowing boats which he used to hire out to the summer visitors. We would go ...see more
I still visit this church, although it is locked much of the time. It looks even better today than it did way back then. The village of 'Send' was supposed to have been built around this church (I am told), however it ended up a couple of miles away. You can still see ruins of cottages along the side of the road if you know were to look. The name 'Send' comes from the word 'Sand', and you can see the effects of quarrying all over 'Send' all the way down to 'Send Marsh'.
To the rear of this picture stands Gladdings Stores. Around this time (1955) it was taken over by Mr Lemon, whose son was my childhood friend. It is now a flashy apartment block.
In the '50s this is where I would catch the bus to Woking and on the right, to Guildford, where I travelled to school. My abiding memory is watching the Shire horses being uncoupled from a Barge (to the right rear of the picture) and walked over the bridge and back onto the tow path behind the New Inn, to be re-coupled to the barge. This is because the towpath was on the opposite side of the canal. Horse drawn Barges ...see more
I roller skated in the old pavilion - you could see the sea through the gaps in the floor boards!! My brother bribed me to behave by the promise of an ice cream bought from the cafe at the end of the pier.
I am from the Escolme family. My mother Evelyn Tyldesley who was born in Dalton worked for a farmer, Seriah Butler, when she was about 13 circa 1920 and looked after their daughter Dorothy. My mother used to walk up the steep hill with milk pails on a yoke. She married Reuben Escolme, the only son of Titus Escolme, who lived in Laurel Bank. ...see more
This photo shows Cox's boatyard in late autumn not long after the boat shed on the left had been built. The shed had been part of a wartime camp some where in East Anglia and had been re-erected by the Cox brothers, Lewis and Sonny, complete with American pinups.
I was born in Warminster, in 1972, in what was known at the time as The Strawberry House! My Dad had painted it quite a deep pink, when he bought it. 44 Boreham Rd, that's where I was actually born, my lovely family home. My Dad was a well known painter and decorator, Bob 'The Brush' Woollard, and my Mum, Peg, worked in Luxfords Fruit & Veg shop. I went to St. John's School, where my teacher when I ...see more
Re this photograph, I recall the scene in 1948 when I lived there. Everything was still wrapped in barbed wire as there were many mines in the area The life saving hut was restored about 1950 and was very smart with the St Johns Ambulance logo on the side. The part that intrigued me the most was the brass bell used for raising the alarm for a swimmer in trouble, which was from the ship HMS ...see more
I lived at Reighton Gap from early 1948 to 1951. The picture of the shop brings back many memories as I worked in it aged 11 during the summer school holidays. My jobs were to handle the dirty jobs, handling of potatoes, paraffin, and fetch the soft drinks from the back of the store. It was a very busy cafe in summer so I had to also wash up and dry the dishes, my reward was 2 meals a day and 7/6 per week ...see more
In the early to mid 1950s I spent holiday time in Somersham - it was fascinating for a child from London, especially the little ditches and the wildflowers. I stayed with "auntie" (Emma Goodchild), a relative of some kind through my maternal grandmother's family (surnames Duller and Dellow). Auntie lived in the last house in Somersham High Street, it was amazing - no electricity and a pump for water in the ...see more
Previous memories talk about The Talbot Inn and on the left hand corner (Church Street Corner) Marshall's the newsagents . Before the village was bypassed around 1956 the Newsagents had previously been a Fish and Chip shop. This was one of two Fish and Chip shops in the village at that time, the second one being down the road to the right at the keep left sign in Fen ...see more
Browsing Ampthill, for the first time, I came across the above photo. On the left just above the logo is a shop blind that used to protect the meat in the window display from sunshine (when it appeared). That blind was the bain of my life in 1952/3/4 when I was a so called "butchers boy". It never ran correctly on it's tracks, and I caused many a car to swerve my long pole manipulations putting it up and down. ...see more
I remember the village in the 1940s to 1970s. I went to school at the centre of the village till 1951 then went to Sturminster S.M school. On the walk home from school we used to go into the forge run by Alfred Wolfery (known as Bogey as he was as dirty and sooty as the bogey man!) Across the road from the forge and Post office was Mr Fox's bakery. He would give us wonderful hot bread and iced ...see more
Pauline's memories of the market stalls reminded me as well.... swinging on the cross bars especially. I also went to the Saturday matinees. We got a little card stamped each week. Our main amusement was to get cardboard boxes from the shop (usually Vaughans? at the end of Kelly St.) to flatten out and slide down the railway bankings. These were, of course, disused and a great place to play. Often, 'dens' were to ...see more
In the centre of the picture, the smaller house I believe is 'Cosy Cot' where my aunt Phyllis and cousin Peter spent WW2 and experienced the death of my Uncle Alf in the RAF in 1940. I remember that fragrant parcels used to arrive in the spring, wrapped in greaseproof paper and damp newspaper. They were the primroses and violets that Phyllis picked and sent to us "townies" who lived near London. She had ...see more
I remember sliding down the quarry on Markham Road. When I got to the bottom a man gave me a clout for being so daft. I bet he would not get away with it nowadays.
Visited Sir Walter's birthplace at Hayes Barton and touched the house to link with his history and spirit. Beautiful location and could imagine him as a young man looking out over the same countryside that I could survey. It was a special moment and I could feel his presence and aura in the atmosphere of that special place. Found a loose piece of flint from the outside chimney running up the middle of ...see more
Myself and my 3 sisters Ginine, Chantelle and Michaela all used to go down to the Porthily Beach regularly with our mum and dad. We have wonderful memories there. Our dad brought home a tractor inner tube from a tyre and pumped it up for us and we played for hours on it. Porthily is very safe, it doesn't get too deep when the tide is in. Nowadays myself and my sisters all go down to the beach with our children. We ...see more
The mill bridge shown in the photograph was washed away in a flood in the 1960's. Unfortunately the mill pond was a favourite place for some children to swim in then. We lost one of the children on the hospital estate by drowning there in the pond, whose name was Billy Johnson, whose parents worked as nurses at St Augustine's in 1963. He is buried in Chartham cemetery.
Sarah Clayden Rudd nee Wacey and her daughters lived in Wickhambreux. They were listed there at the time of the 1891 census as living 'the green' and in 1901 she and her daughters, Sarah and Rebecca, are living there and recorded as 'lodging house keeper'. Sarah the mother lived there until she died in 1916. They are distant relatives of mine.
I used to live at 5 School Road nearly 20 years ago. My mum used to work at Dianes florists on Donny Road and my Dad managed the Corner Pocket snooker club. I still visit there now as my stepmum lives on Donny Road and my Dad, I'm very sad to say, is buried at Langold cemetery. Langold has so many memories for me from when I was little and I will always cherish them forever. I would love to visit my old house on School Road.
I remember I hadn't had my 5th birthday, and my mum said that tomorrow I was going to start school. School, I thought, whats that!. The next day I was dressed up and at about 8.30 a small van with seats arrived outside my house, mum took me outside and kissed me and said I was to behave myself and to enjoy the day. "Ok mum, bye." The van stopped outside a house, or that's what it looked like to ...see more
I was born in the master bedroom on the main floor to the existing owners of Anstie. During our 3 years there we converted it to suites and modernised it considerably. On the day that I was born there were construction workers in the house and one of them cried when he heard the sound of a newborn baby, I was told many times. My parents split in 1956 and my mother sold it and moved to Canada. She regretted ...see more
I came upon the website by accident and although I don't live far away now I started to remember my childhood days there. Born and brought up in Goldthorpe by my parents who both went to the Salvation Army I have many happy memories of playing on the market stalls. They could be anything in our imaginations, house, bus, pirate ship, whatever we wanted tham to be. We never thought of damaging them or ...see more
My family moved to Watford in 1953 to a large house in Rosslyn Road, a side road within a few yards of the Rickmansworth Road right opposite the Town Hall concert hall entrance. I spent virtually all my childhood there plus the teen years and left when I was 20 to live in Dorset. My enduring memories of Watford include the wonderful Mocha Bar on the Parade where we could buy real Italian Espresso Coffee. The ...see more
Since about the 1960s, Child Okeford became a totally different community from the one I first got to know in the early 1930's. The Watts (Harry and Dorothy) had farmed out of Laurel Farm for many decades and Jo(sephine), the daughter, was my cousin by marriage. Laurel Farm, as it is today in the late 1900s, is shown to the left of this memory. Sadly, the main characteristics - with the ...see more
I grew up within a few minutes walk of this our local shopping centre. The photo was taken outside the Fifty Shilling Tailors looking towards Dagenham Heathway Station. Some of the shops I remember were Day's the newsagents, Meyer's the greengrocers, Gillings the fishmongers run by a pair of identical twins and Jenners which was a general store selling all manner of household equipment, linens, clothing and toys. ...see more
This photograph was taken from outside the Grange Cinema. There were three cinemas in Dagenham and The Grange was the smallest. We patronised all three in turn for the Saturday Morning pictures which cost I believe 6d (2 1/2 p.). The parade of shops contained the only bank in the borough and a very busy barbers shop called Viney. My Dad used to work at the Ford Motor Works and when he was on night shift would ...see more
My grandparents Isabella and Jack Lymer and my Uncle Victor Lymer lived above the cafe until my nan's death in 1968. When I was young it was the flat to the left as you look at the picture. It is now the hairdressers. My mum tells me that when she married my dad (1943) they lived in the flat to the right of the picture over looking the bay. I have many happy memories of holidays visiting them and playing on ...see more
I was at St Michael's from 1943 to 1950. The school had just moved from Uxbridge because of the war. Old gilded pictures, suits of armour stored. We weren't suppose to go there. Great friends with Barry and Copp. We were known as the three musketeers. Hill, Ireland. Would love to have any contact. We played in the woods, on the terraces. Cecil Cook was our headmaster but died. It was quite a good life ...see more
The house on the right of the photo was my childhood home. My family lived there until 1991.
Having fish & chips from the Vesta Cafe on the New Road, they were the best. Playing the puggy at Favali's in the New Road. Playing down at the Newton Shore. Skating at Ayr Ice Rink. Climbing the fence and getting into the dog track from Elmbank Street on Sunday morning to pick up anything of value the drunks had dropped the night before at the races, usually money. Working for Cowan the Butcher as a delivery boy and ...see more
My mother was born in Gilfach Goch, No 3 Fountain Row, family name was Lewis and Blodwen Williams. I have been trying to find out where Fountain Row was as I've been up there and it's not there and I can't find it on any map. Help is required please.
I went to school at St. Helen's School which was situated on the corner of North Side and Valley Road between 1955 - 1961. I actually lived in NORBURY and have some memories of Norbury when you open up a site for it. I hope you do.
My dad had the grocers shop opposite the gift shop, there was a shoe shop a childrens clothes shop, a launderette, a wool shop, Mrs Tinnion with her small Pekinese dogs, Bobby Askews the hardware shop who sold absolutely everything anyone ever needed. The huge ugly car park was built and some smaller houses were pulled down. Robinsons fish and chip shop, the best in Cumberland. On the occasions I drive through ...see more
I lived at Lane End, Bramley no 6 in the circle. The white cottage in the picture use to have an apple orchard next to it. Me and my cousins used to try and get apples before the old lady got out of her house but she always caught us and told my gran . the house where the car is ,is where my cousins lived the woolfords. sheila
I can remember my early childhood days. We lived in The Avenue. All the fields at the back of us were open fields. It is all houses of course these days.(Elton Crescent, Miller Road etc). Early school days were having to walk to school at the infants school to be taught by Miss Flood or Miss Wren. Later on I attended primary school in Church Road. I used to work as a kid for Ted Turner and John ...see more
I did get the privilege to revisit Mitcham again this year. The fair green has changed little, there is now a main road running striaght to Tooting Broadway opposite the fair green, where the Bucks Head pub was there is a paved off area and the Old Majestic still stands but is now a cinema. Can't remember name, I am sure it was once a bingo hall too. My aunts used to live in Tynemouth Road and living in Swindon, ...see more
The gentleman pushing a cart in the foreground of this picture is my grandfather, Ernest Pearce (1895-1970). The cart was used to transport bundles of sticks that he cut for sale as firewood. They were sold for 4d a bundle. This was used to supplement his wages when he was a miner and later, as in the photo, during his retirement. The history of wood cutting in the family goes back to his father, James ...see more
This shows the original, full length pier in all it's glory before gradual destruction. Now recently restored it is nevertheless much shorter. The photo must have been taken from the old Grand Hotel.
I was born in Southwold but left there many years ago. This view shows the Grand Hotel which was demolished in the late 1950's. It was derelict for many years, this being the only way I remember it. As a child it was very daring to venture into it - undoubtedly potentially dangerous in view of the state of it and something which could never happen today. I particularly remember the peonies which grew in the abandoned grounds, which seemed to me at the time very exotic.
This scene of the old fishermen's beach huts shows my family's beach hut on the left. The lady just about to enter the beach hut was my grandmother, I am playing on the beach and my sister is in the pushchair next to the lady. Families had all the necessary facilities in the beach huts and almost every day of the summer holidays was spent down there. My grandfather belonged to the Angling Society and ...see more
The second building down on the right was Bowdens Cafe (now Fox Tor Cafe).....My Grandparents, George and Clare Moss had the cafe from 1946 and my parents took over in 1958 Eric and Clare Cragg....My Grandparents then moved to Duchy House and started a B&B. I remember a great childhood growing up in Princetown, playing by the leet and riding the ponies. I now live in Australia and have been here since 1963. Thank you for the lovely memories and photos of Princetown
I used to live opposite these shops and I can honestly say the place is just the same today as when this photo was taken.
This is actually a memory of my father, who is listed in the census of Wales for 1901 as being a quarryman, lodging at Cidwyn View, Betws Garmon aged 21. I hope to visit the village (?) this Sept. and also the quarry. I would love to know if this house still stands.
Looking back from this photo is the site of the original Jones Balers factory. I have many fond memories of my early working life with a wonderful bunch of collegues at the factory. I often visited Herbie Ellis' shop which later was to be in one of the houses in this pond photo, also the Red Lion pub nearby. David Jones (Young Dai)
I am looking for information on my grandmother who is listed as being at Princess Mary Village in Addlestone in the 1901 census. We have been able to ascertain she left there in March 1908. Does anyone have a list of the names of the girls in this particular image.
Contrary to other "memories" this was (and is) the boys' Grammar school in Guildford. I was there between 1974 and 1981 - least said soonest mended! The new school building on the opposite side of the High Street was added in the 1960s.
The large 3-storey building to the right of centre, was the village grocery store at 91 Lane Head Road. My father purchased it in 1961 from Frank Armitage. He sold it in 1984 when he retired. At the rear were stables, groceries used to be delivered by horse drawn cart, but my father used a Ford Thames van, until in 1966 when he got a Ford Cortina estate car from H. W. Gill. To the right of our shop was Copleys bakery.
The building to the right of centre of this photo was Dyson's Fish & Chip Shop in the 1960s and 1970s. The caption says Main Road, but this road the A629 had several names. one was Penistone Road, but at this point it was known as Abbey Road South, before becoming Lane Head Road.
This photo could have been taken from my bedroom window. I lived in Shepley from 1961 to 1983. On the left is The Black Bull pub, on the right is the Conservative club, which became the youth club.
I was born at Danbury Palace in Danbury and lived at Marks Farm bungalow in Rettendon. I remember getting frightened of the storms on the way home from Rettendon School. I remember walking home from school up Chalk Street. My Grandmother used to live in Chalk Street but her and Auntie Ruth emigrated to New Zealand during the war we think. We are not sure yet as we want to find out the year and the boat they went ...see more
I remember, the day was cold and wet but the air was fresh on my face as we walked on the coblestones .I remember.
This is the year when the school finally closed. It was worn out but much loved. The roof leaked, the knots in the floorboards stood high while the wood was highly polished with years of wear. The teachers had large baby boomer classes. Many pupils were bussed in from Higham Wood. We sang "Now the day has ended" at the end of every school day before putting the chairs on the tables to help the cleaners. ...see more
The mill you refer to in the text was about 100 yards up the road from St. Bartholomews, on the opposite side of the road. It was owned by William Bower (not Bowen), and was the last of several Bower cotton mills in Wilmslow, closing in the late 1840's. William lived in a house next to the church, and his will was certified by, among anothers, Mr. Torkington, then owner of the George and Dragon pub (still standing).
I remember going on holiday quite regular to a caravan on Kinkell Braes in St Andrews somtimes with my parents and sometimes my grandparents. The owner of the caravan was our milkman Bill Byres. We had some great times and a lot of fond memories. At the site there was a path down the side of the cliff which took you right to the beach. At night our treat was to go down to the small harbour to sit with a ...see more
MY BROTHER AND I WERE EVACUATED TO LAMPETER IN JULY OF 1944 COMING FROM LONDON AS OUR HOUSE WAS BOMBED. WE WERE TAKEN IN BY MARY AND JOHN POWELL IN "BARLEY MOW". EVEN THOUGH THESE WERE TRYING TIMES FOR OUR PARENTS, IT WAS THE HAPPIEST TIME OF MY CHILDHOOD. AUDREY [LATTER] VOELKER
Shortly after the outbreak of war, my Father who had a pet shop in Wallasey, evacuated the family to Llanarmon. We consisted of Dad, Mum, my brother Ray and myself. We moved into Rose Cottage in the village, and my Aunt Ann and husband George moved into a cottage down the side of Beech Cottage which was next door to us. It was so peaceful and safe there. My father travelled to his ...see more
Walking with Bob my border collie through the salt marshes and dunes. Listening to the birds in the marshes and trying not to get lost! Keeping Bob away from people as he's a very cautious rescued border collie. The sense of peace whenever I have returned here. Now sadly without my dearest brave Bob but always remembered.
My memory relates to 1977 because it was then that I first heard of William of Occam (from Ockham early 14th Century). I would think he should be the village's most famous son. It seems sad that there appears to be no memorial to him there. Although a Franciscan friar, he was also in trouble with the Papal Court for heresy, so perhaps Henry VIII would have had some sympathy for him. Occam's Razor is a major ...see more
My parents David & Valerie, and younger brother Roger Angus lived at 'Rosevine' opposite the Rectory. The then vicar, Christopher Leach lived in the Rectory with his wife and children Godfrey and Hilary. Additionally, they charitably fostered many children, having a minimum of four guests at any given time if my memory serves me correctly, hence using many of the available bedrooms. When the vicar moved to ...see more