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I did not know many of the people of the village or much of the history of the village. However there were some who stay in my memory and to this day I often think about them. All too often I cannot remember their names. I know nothing of their lives. Their trials and tribulations or indeed if they were born in the village. One such person was a Mrs Baker (at least that's what I think her name was), a very ...see more
In the 1960's as a little boy my dad, mum, little sister and me visted the grandparents in Penponds. They were known as the Laity's, Efe and Les Laity, and the Rodgers were next door, a big family.
Coming across this picture sparked memories of such happy times I had as as a child spending my summer holidays in a chalet at Seaview. It was not unusual to stay for four or more weeks in one of the chalets and spend practically every waking hour being on the beach or walking into either Whitstable or Herne Bay. I remember rummaging along the beach finding bits of pottery from the houses that fell into ...see more
When I first came to Pentraeth in 1950, I became very intrigued by the nicknames attached to certain individuals. In fact, they were better known by their nicknames than by their own names. One example was the leading male singer in the local church on a Sunday. He was known as Basso Profundo, a name that stuck to him until his dying day. I never did find out his real name. ...see more
Watching my uncle making a lobster creel wow! never seen anything like it. The house was a large detached white house over looking Hopeman Harbour I think!. My mother and sister and brothers lived there throughout their childhood. My mother married Norman whom at the time of their meeting was in the Fleet Air Arm in Lossiemouth. Following their marriage they came down to Portsmouth in 1952 I think and we have ...see more
As a child I lived in Earl St Hanky Park then moved to Cottrill St off Ellor St. I attended John St school in the Ellor St area. I never really knew my dad. He went in the army when I was 4 years old in 1939 and returned in 1946 when I was 9 years of age. During the Blitz of Manchester and Salford in 1940, when the sirens sounded we all had to go to Unwin St shelters for the night but me and my brother Jack ...see more
My grandfather, John Arnett, was the teacher at the North Creake school for many years. Four of his sons came to Canada. When I was a little girl growing up in distant Saskatchewan the uncles would gather and tell marvellous tales of living in North Creake. I have a photo of the grandmother riding her tricycle, of the brothers in front of the school house during World War I. When my grandfather ...see more
I was born in Princes Risborough and fondly remember as a young boy going into the shop with the bay window (shown on the right of your picture) to buy sweets and giggle at the young girls. The shop was known locally as 'Blue Kettle Jacks' although it was properly known, I think, as The Old Blue Kettle.
Many Saturdays would find my friends and I catching a bus for the 11 miles journey to Ripon. It was the nearest swimming place for us and how we enjoyed the day out. If we had a few coppers left we would buy beans on toast at a local cafe and think ourselves very grown up. Now I live in far away Australia, but still love to visit the town every year or so, as our daughter and family made it their home.
I was born in Harewood in 1971 and lived 14 amazingly happy childhood years there!! My father was born there in 1947 and he has amazing tales of his childhood too!! My memories were of taking a picnic and heading out on adventures to "the rockies" with tunnels and caves; now I understand they were built by the landscape artist Capability Brown. We would venture deep into the woods to "the roman pool" and catch ...see more
I remember Nurse Emery on her pushbike delivering both of my brothers at home. We lived in St Mary's Road, behind the church. I also went to Bishopstoke infants school and was duly frightened by the caretaker, a Mr Collis with a built up boot on his foot - scared me half to death when I was a kid. Miss Starr was my teacher, she also taught my 2 brothers and then later on taught my two eldest ...see more
My Grandfather Leslie James Harrod, is buried in the churchyard along with his Mother and Father; The Harrods and the Drury family are old Orsett people. I now live in the USA and whenever I visit the UK I always make a point of visiting Orsett Village. If anyone knows my family, the Harrods or Drurys tell them I said Hello. Daughter fo Margaret Harrod, niece of John Harrod and Granddaughter of Lillian Harrod.
I lived in Rothwell from the age of 5 leaving to come to Australia in 1969 at the age of 16. I think regularly now of how the village would have changed so much since I left. I remember being a bridesmaid at the Trinity church and still have photos of coming down the path through the gate. I drew a picture at school of the church; we had to do this in charcoal and wish I had kept it. ...see more
My G/G Granmother's parents were married in the St Buryan Church on 31st Oct 1814, they were Richard Maddern & Mary Bennetts. I visited the area in 1997 and found it beautiful. I live in Rutherglen Aust. The old Madderns came to Australia with their children and are buried in Ballarat Cemetery. 2 of their sons were sadly killed in a mining accident in Ballarat. My G/G Grandmother Mary Maddern ...see more
My ancestors came from Cork to England. Whether this means that they sailed from Cork Harbour during the 1850's, or whether they lived in Cork, I am not sure, however my husband and I had an enjoyable few days there this year. The Cohb Harbour Heritage Centre is well worth a visit, especially if you, like me, had family who made the journey in the awful conditions in the ships, which the centre portrays ...see more
I visited the Bosherston Tea Gardens every May Bank Holiday week from 1967-1972. The reward for walking from Broadhaven beach via the Lilly ponds was tea and a piece of iced cake complete with a cherry. On an earlier holiday the reward was a Chocolate 3D that as the name implies cost 3d. It is a delight to find that the scene has not changed since 1972 and that the cafe is still open run by the same people. I am ...see more
My grandfather Edward John Hughes of Henllys Isaf sadly passed away on Wednesday 27th of June 2007 at Bryn Beryl at the age of 92. He will be greatly missed by all who knew him, especially the ones closest to him. My grandmother Pat who he thought the world of, and had been married to for 63 incredible years will need all the support and love from friends and family at these difficult times, also his ...see more
I am desperate to find the last piece of my family tree. I need to know relatives of Joseph Littlewood born 1840, married to Harriet. One of their daugters was Ellen my Great Grandma.
My Gt grandfather, William James Hawken was a certified schoolmaster at Galmpton between 1875-1880. His youngest child, Frances Marian, was born there on 10th October 1875. She went on to marry William Henry Birch, who was a son of the iconic Betsy Birch who founded the London omnibus transport system, after the early demise of her husband William in 1846.
The best memories of sailing with my dad most weekends and baleing water out of the dingy. It leaked.
Hi My name is Nina. I was in the Treloar Hospital during the end of world war two. I went in when I was 10 and came out on March 30th 1945. I remember being on the terrace while the blitz was on, what else could they do, most of us were in bed. The doctors and nurses were very good to me. I had club feet and peaus cavis (hope this is spelled right). I came out when I was 11yrs old. At the time I lived in Bordon, ...see more
From the age of 48 hours until I was about 18yrs I lived and grew up in Hurley. I have done my fair share of moving around not only England but the world. From the busy, bright lights of London to spectacular, solitary mountains of New Zealand. Now all grown up at age 45, or as grown up as I'm probably ever going to get. Of all the places I've lived Hurley takes some beating. I now visit regularly to ...see more
There was an old bag wash where people could bring their dirty washing to be cleaned around New Street/North Street not far from the police station that was on the main Wolverhampton road. The police station was opposite J. Folks coal merchants. Can anyone recall where it was and are there any maps showing the old Bag Wash?
I was at the village school from June '54 when we moved to a new house in Grange Road, until '59 when I and 3 others went to the Grammar school in EG. I remember Mrs Fry the school cook, (mentioned in another memory) from when I was a dinner monitor. There were only 4 classrooms. Miss Drew was the head and the next class was Mr Mills. It was a friendly school and we had some church services - it was a C of E school ...see more
I used to live near this lovely pub which had a gorgeous garden. I was only a little girl when I used to come here with my Grandad and he had his whisky while I had my orangeade and a packet of Smith's crisps with the little blue salt bag inside where we sat in the garden. There was a pond in the garden, I used to watch the fish and there were also ducks. This was a favourite pub of my Dad who was a regular ...see more
MY TWO DAUGHTERS ELSIE AND EUNICE AND THEIR FRIEND MARY YOUNG ARE THE CHILDREN ON THIS PHOTOGRAPH. THIS PHOTO WAS TAKEN ON THE 'LITTLE SHORE' AND THEY WERE TRYING TO KEEP THE INCOMING TIDE OUT OF THEIR SANDCASTLE. THEY ALL HAVE GROWN UP FAMILIES OF THEIR OWN NOW. 42 YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE THAT DAY.
I remember well the parade through the village on the occasion of the Silver Jubilee. My mother and several other mothers dressed six of us young boys as toy soldiers and we had to march in the parade. However, the best thing in the parade that I can remember was a model of the Queen Mary. It was loaded over a car. You could not see the car, only the majestic liner floating through the village. ...see more
Old Weston & the Black Swan. My first memory of Old Weston was back in 1955 and actually when the picture of the Black Swan was taken. I was stationed at RAF Molesworth from March 1955 to March 1957. This was one of the first pubs I went to after arriving in England that year. I have since visited Old Weston in 1998, 2000, 2003, 2005 and have visited Old Weston on every trip. The pub is now called The Swan. Lots of good memories from back then and always enjoyed visiting the area.
Greetings, My name is Diane and I am an American who lived in the Grange on High Street in Islip in the early 60's. My father was in the USAF stationed at Alconberry. I have fond memories of Islip. I remember going to the fair in the churchyard, walking to Thrapston for fish and chips and, much to the dismay of one of the local farmers, I remember chasing some cows around a pasture. I attended a one room ...see more
I left Pinner Grammar School in 1963 and well remember this view as I sometimes cycled this route back home to Hatch End. Mostly I would go home the direct way through Pinner but I can remember putting in the extra miles to go via North Harrow for a couple of very good reasons! On the left of the picture close to the bus stop was a good toy shop with a window display of model railways. As I grew older ...see more
Morris dancers were often asked to provide entertainment at church fetes in the Harrow area in the 1980's. On one occasion the Whitethorn Morris dancers and their Whitethorn Band were booked to entertain at a fete run by St Lawrence Church in Eastcote. I remember this occasion well as at that time I was the band leader and our noisy drumming spooked the pony and ...see more
Both my wife and myself work at the school. It is a fantastic place to work and live. We are also able to visit the church next door where Wordsworth was married. Many of the original features of the Caley house are still there and being well looked after. Jim & Carol Roberts Brompton Hall School
Does anyone remember my mother and grandmother? My mother Sheila, married John Edwards and moved to Jersey in 1959. Lily lived in Warborough till her death in 1979. She lived in Gravel Walk, Warborough until approx 1973 then moved to sheltered accom until 1979. My mother died in 1977. I went to the local village school where I remember teachers called Mr Dance and Miss Kirby. My father who is still ...see more
I arrived in Gravesend in mid 1947 as advance party to re-open "Milton Barracks". Our first night out was a walk around King St to see what we could find. It didn't take us long to find the pubs in Gravesend or to find the Prom. We spent a lot of time on the Prom watching the boats and the birds. That's how I met a girl called Eileen Mockett. We were married in Milton Church on the 21 August 1948. I stayed in ...see more
I was 19 years old and loved cycling. My aim was to cycle from Blackpool, where I lived, to Barley Youth Hostel on Pendle Hill. Unfortunately, I calculated too little time to reach my destination and found myself at the bottom of Pendle Hill, Padiham, I think, at 5.pm. in December. It was pitch black and the battery on my front light was low. I was scared because the hill was steep and I had to ...see more
My grandmother had to work in the flaxworks during the First World War and caught her arm in a machine and severed it! I was told she was taken to Yeovil and spent many weeks in this hospital. In 1964 I spent two weeks in here but for a much nicer reason, my first son was born.
My best memory of Little Sandhurst was being able to run freely through Wellington College woods as I was an avid fan of athletics and still am. I lived in Edgbarrow Rise and can remember people like Peter Searle, John Irwin (now deceased), Peter Barber (now deceased), Derek and David Wood and many more. My mum used to work in the local post office and her name was Maria. I went to Scotland Hill school, the old ...see more
My Mum and Dad moved into the village in the 1930's into a new house in Rogers Lane and lived there for 66 years. My father was the village tailor working from a workshop in the back garden. My mother was very involved in the village life, joining the WI and also the secretary of the Old Peoples club for a while. Also a member of the local tennis club. My father was a Special Policeman during and ...see more
There was an air raid shelter under the green opposite the Three Jolly Wheelers pub. It comprised a number of concrete passageways. My mother my sister and I would use it on occasions when there was a particularly bad air raid. I remember it as damp and musty with bunks lined up against one wall of each passageway and side passages that contained a small kitchen and first aid areas. These were manned ...see more
My great grandad's brother was the blacksmith in the 1930s in Weaverthorpe. This was my father's grandfather's brother. My father went to school at Weaverthorpe but lived in Helperthorpe. His father, Allison Clark was a farmer in Helperthorpe and lived at Corner House until he died in 1983. My father lives in Australia (Melbourne) with his wife Jean. Both are in their 80s.
I used to walk from Farnham Common down Templewood Lane to visit my friend Viv who lived on Rogers Lane in Stoke Poges. It didn't seem like such a long way back then. This would have been between 1957 and 1960. Both sets of our parents are buried in the Memorial Gardens at St. Giles church. Viv and I lost contact for 40 years, and found each other last year through a website. I now live in the USA. Stoke Poges holds fond ...see more
My family and I relocated to Llangattock in or about 1955/6. We came from the American army camp at Dan-yr-Park. I rather think that the local people thought we were aliens of some sort and regarded us somewhat disdainfully and not to be trusted. However we soon integrated into village life and I hope we are remembered as decent folk. We occupied a house in the new estate Plas der Wen and it was a great home to ...see more
I just stumbled across this site, and I had to post some of my memories here! I remember so much of Hatch End, (I'm going to run out of characters in this box - may have to add anther one). I remember Budgens and also Akropolis and I'm sure there was a hairdressers up that end too. There was also a tailors along there. I definitely remember the butchers as there was a young man in there I took a shine to, ...see more
I went to school in Bexleyheath between 1950 and 1954. I believe the school was in Pelham Road but I can't be sure. Maybe there was a separate infants school in North Street? I remember the excitement of the Coronation in 1953 when we spent a lot of time making flags. I was given a Coronation cup and saucer at school. Sometimes I would come up to the High Street as I joined the cub pack in 1953 ...see more
This 1953 view of the pond is instantly recognisable as so little has changed in the 21st century! I lived just down the hill in Oxhey Village between 1981 and 2006 and would regularly walk up to Bushey by this pond. In earlier years I would walk with my young son David and feed bread to the ducks. At one time there was a small duckhouse in the pond and it was so lovely to see families of ...see more
My Family moved to the house to the left of the school gates in 1957, before the school was built. I lived there until 1965 when I married and moved to the USA. My brother went to this school, and I used to cut across the field to catch the bus to my school in Slough. I have many fond memories of growing up in Farnham Common, taking the dog for walks in Burnham Beeches, stopping at the bakery on the corner of ...see more
Nearly forgot about the quarry on the Markham road. Lucky to be still alive with all the dead sheep in there.
My memories relate to the war years and just after. My paternal grandparents lived in Scarisbrick. I can remember the house, kitchen and front and back gardens. It seemed a much bigger house than ours and probably was. I don't remember any houses on the opposite side of the road. When we travelled on the bus from Ormskirk, the light flickered through the leaves overhanging the road, creating a kaleidoscope ...see more
My GGGrandmother, SARAH BRYANT, was born in Litton in 1839. She married a WILLIAM CARTER of Welton, M.S.Norton. She was the daughter of Thomas Bryant and Emily ??. Thomas was born in Stoke, Som. Emily was born in Ashwick,Som. Thomas was a Brewers ser. They had 4 children. Sarah, Mary, Eliza, Sydney. All Litton born. If any Litton historians have any more details.please contact me. lewis.carter@ntlworld.com
My 11th great grandfather, William Thomson [or Thompson] was Vicar at All Saint's Church from 1603 until his death in 1623. Don't know if this is the original church or not but wanted to post the 'memory' anyway. His descendents moved to the "colonies" in 1635.
I went to St Barnabas school from 1950 until 1953, I have just found an old school photo from the above years. I can put names to some of the faces but could do with some help with the rest. Can anyone help?
My mum worked at Valence open swimming pool and my aunt worked in the buffet - what a result - in for free and free Oxo after the freezing water. My mum looked after the ladies locker rooms - she remembers the boys trying to peep over the top of the girls lockers! She remembers when they closed the pool and she lost her job, and saying 'no' to working at the Dagenham indoor pool, and a little girl ...see more
My parents, Harry and Nancy were married in this Congregational Church and I was a Sunday School Teacher and sang tenor in the choir in the late fifties before going to university. It has a splendid organ with a triumphant tuba stop that David Jones the organist used to good effect in blazing out the melody over new harmonies in the hymn-singing.
From the mid thirties until the building of the new swimming pool in Wellingborough. After the war in the late forties, fifties and sixties, the boys of Wellingborough Grammar School regularly had swimming lessons and their annual swimming gala here. Is this a picture of a swimming lesson?
This is a photo of Earls Barton Church in 1965, just two years after Susan Ford of Earls Barton married David Tall of Wellingborough 21 Sept 1963.
As kids, all of us "Fenside lot" would go to Sid Guests house in Granville Street for our haircuts. He had the front room done out with a mirror, seat and all the other things a barber needs. It was very cheap and all our mums could afford. Great days.
Christchurch was demolished in August 1890
My mother worked in the cafeteria at lunch time, collecting the money from the students. She seemed to know everybody in the college and when she passed away at the young age of 48, it seemed that the whole of Swindon mourned with us. Swindon is a place that I hold dear to my heart. Every picture that I have looked at today brings back wounderful memories of a town that I still call home even though I live overseas.
There were only 25 children in our tiny school, which was a shock when we got to middle school! We used to play up the common and when the nuns from St. Domonic's rang the bell for 6pm we all knew it was time to go in. On Sundays Mrs Jackson's grandchildren would come up from Chiddingfold and she'd take us all for long walks stopping along the way to pick up more friends. My best friend was Tessa! ...see more
I used to visit my aunt and uncle in the middle to late fifties. They used to live at the bottom of Smock Alley in a large bungalow. I remember walking up to the post office and cross roads. Smock Alley was just like a cart track. When I last went back a few years ago, to my amazement it was like millionaires row. How things change from your early childhood. We used to go ...see more
My childhood holidays were spent each year at Lower Largo from 1952 until 1960. Mum, Dad and I lodged with a family called Robertson where we had a room and meals cooked for us by Mrs Robertson. Every year the same families from all over came to Lower Largo at the same time so we always had lots of friends to meet each year again! Our journey from Edinburgh was on the train over the Forth Bridge which ...see more
me and noodle went to the erith musem and saw loads of cool stuff of how erith was during the war
Lived on Bata Estate 1954-1964, near railway crossing. Through crossing on left was sad row of shops, we knew as Mucking. Turning right down farm track (forbidden!) I could creep through undergrowth to an almost deserted settlement, very overgrown, with a wonderful pond and small church. Never saw a soul. Magical spot. This was Mucking village proper. Excavations had not begun in earnest, though Saxon (and Roman) stuff ...see more
Wimborne Folk Festival takes place every year in June - it is a glorious mixture of dancing, music and dressing up with visitors from all over England bringing their entertainment to the streets, squares and pubs of this pretty town. The festival attracts morris dancers and musicians who are delighted to perform in front of the huge crowds thronging the High Street and The ...see more
My grandma Annie Moody lived in Amble as a child. She was born in 1897 but I think they lived somewhere else first, but she and her parents are on the 1901 cencus as living in Amble. My mother (her daughter) Mary Maddison nee Stewart has many happy memories of visiting her granny and grandad there too. Before 1966 when I and my family lived up north at Seghill we took our summer holidays at a caravan park in Amble and I have ...see more
I can remember Feed My Lambs closing when we went up to the new school. I did 3 years at this one, an old type of school - one door for boys and the other for girls. The heating was from coke burning boilers and it was good to be able to go out and get the coke. The other thing we lost when it closed was going across the playground to the outside toilets. Lovely in winter.
This is my home.
My brother and I, aged six and a half and five, were evacuated to Wetley Rocks at the outbreak of war in 1939. We only stayed for six weeks but the time is imprinted on my mind. We were billeted in a farmhouse which belonged to, I believe, the Ridgway family who lived in a grander house nearby, now demolished. Miss Ridgway lived there with her brother. Their father was a pottery manufacturer. The farmhouse had ...see more
This particular photo holds a lot of memories. Tthe bakery on the right hand side was owned by an old lady Mrs Rymes. My friend Di and I thought she was at least 100 years old back then! She used to sit in a chair in the corner of the shop, her son was the baker and the baking was done in a small building to the right of the shop just out of the picture. They used to sell the most beautiful (and warm!!) current buns ...see more
I worked at Market Square Cafe in 1949, fond memories of working for the Arpinos Family. Left in 1950 went to Margate to work and met my husband and I went by Rydam Boat to the USA (Mississippi) in 1955 and was married. Any one from Alsbury Road School can contact me at bobbyjones96@hotmail.com to catch up on memories.
As a young person we went to Jaywick every year for a holiday with my mum and dad. We had great times, walked along the sea front and went to Clacton and always went to the Three Jays. We stopped in Meadow Way. I went back with a friend who also had holidays in Jaywick as a kid and it seemed very run down. We are going back again this year to see how it is being refurbished. Terry Webb.
How wonderful to find this web site. I am the second generation of my family to be born, brought up and still live in Porthcawl. I consider myself very lucky to live here and fully appreciate both the seaside and the country which is easily and quickly accessible. Porthcawl is a great place to live it retains much of the community spirit I remember from childhood. I can still walk down John Street and meet local people I grew up with.
I was born in Rothwell in 1949 and have lived there all my life and remember when it was a picturesque village where everyone knew each other. What changes have taken place over the years. I remember going to the Corn Mill with my dad on a Saturday morning to get corn for dad's pigeons. We had to go over a foot bridge, across the mill pond, past the big water wheel and into the storage ...see more
It's not really a memory I have of this picture, but my 1956 Ford Popular was supplied by the Ford Dealership, A & S White of 37 St. Mary Street, seen on the right in this picture. Now apparently a Weatherspoons Pub.
I was a 13 year old boy from Wilmington, North Carolina, USA. My father was a Sergeant in the US Air Force, assigned to Burtonwood RAF Station. We rented a flat at 35 London Rd, Stockton Heath. It was over Mr. Alfred Ward's Butcher Shop. His wife operated the Sweet Shop on the opposite side of the road. Their son was named Terrance. London Road was lined with small shops; several ...see more
My grandmother, Ellen Crow lived next to the Lindsell shop in the village. During the summer holidays Mum and I would go on the 12 o'clock bus from Chelmsford to visit her. I had many relatives in the village and surrounding area. Granny had 13 children. I was the youngest grandchild. I have such fond memories of the village. I visited there about 3 years ago. it has not changed at all. I now live in the suburbs of Chicago. Judy Pitt (nee Burr).
I remember walking to school in the winter from Hedgerley, only to arrive at the gates and seeing this view but the whole car park and playground being flooded. No school today!!! Sometimes it was a couple of days before the water had drained away. Also on the left of the picture is where we used to stand waiting for the door to open for our school disco etc. Great school, loved Miss Painter, can't say the same ...see more
I remember Ramsdons living at Betton House in the 1940s - 50s. I myself lived at Moss Lane Farm, Betton from 1939 to 1959. My fathers name was Arthur Holland. I also remember delivering the newspapers to Betton House and that there were several small yapping dogs. I think after that Tellwrights lived at Betton House. Brenda Bailey nee Holland.
This photo shows me, my mother and two of my sisters walking home, in either 1967 or 1968. I am the small boy looking back towards the camera. We lived in a bungalow not visible in the photo, on the left hand side almost opposite the large house on the right. This house was owned by Mrs Turner, from whom we would buy our eggs and whenever we went round there, she would always give us a Nuttalls Mintoe.
Loved the youth club on Pant Street . Also the gym with boxing, weights, football, judo etc. The snooker hall was great and the famous cafe Aserattis Gattis with the pinball, wurlittzer, bottles of coke and the steamed pies. And the annual Balfour Barry trips. What a life.