Nostalgic memories of Reigate's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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Displaying Memories 41 - 44 of 44 in total

My father Stan Long started Meadvale Garage in the thirties, I'm not sure of the precise date. When he purchased it, it was a derelict rat infested old builders yard and stables. He and my mother "May" together with my uncles "Les" and "Eddie" both worked hard on getting rid of the rats, digging holes for the petrol tanks and pits. Dad built it into a typical village garage, serving petrol, paraffin, used cars and ...see more
The four detached houses to the left of the picture are numbered 2, 4 ,6 and 8 Furzefield Crescent, built by my Gt grandfather, George Elsey. I lived at number four between 1960 and 1978 with my parents. The railings on the right of the picture surround an area of grass and trees, the railings were removed in the second world war.
The picture shows the alleyway that runs between Cockshot Hill and Smoke Lane, I used this cut through to take my children to school in the 1990's. Today (2006) the cottages shown are still there.
When we first moved to "the estate" in the early fifties I would have to catch the bus into Reigate as I went to school in Holmesdale Road. The school I have forgotten about but what is memorable was the smell of the fresh baked bread coming from the bakery across the road from the bus stop. As kids we would go in and the lady (cannot remember her name) would give us nubbins of left-over dough that had ...see more