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I lived in this house in the late 50s early 60s as my grandfather Harry Worman owned it. It was brilliant and as a youngster I thought that the forest belonged to me. I had a pony, a dog, a rope, a penknife and bicycle. What more could any kid want.

A memory of West Runton by Paul Worman/Deitch

THE FAMILY HOME. I was born in the front room of the last bay windowed house on Station Road in 1964, number 87. I have fond memories of growing up & playing on the street, thankfully the house is still in the family. Although the village has changed over the years Station Road hasn’t!

A memory of Eckington by Dawn Wilby

As a boy of thirteen, with my family, after the war, I spent all my school holidays in Cornwall. Six weeks with my Uncle Arthur and Aunt Mabel in a tied cottage on Lower Tregantle Farm near Torpoint. The very air was ...Read more

A memory of Lower Tregantle by Brian Conn

I was at school here from the time I was about 4 till 11. l remember the classrooms had colour names, the Green Room, the Blue Room and so on. As small children we had naps after lunch when we lay on little wooden ...Read more

A memory of Hersham by Ros Allwood

I stayed here with my parents in about 1968, when I would have been 10. We were visiting my great-uncle, the pioneering air-to-air aviation photographer Charles Sims, who lived at Wootton, near the then recently closed (and now ...Read more

A memory of Fishbourne by socaman_58

During the late 1960s I lived in Mill Road just down from the railway station. Our house was opposite Churchfields Road. Some way up this road on the left hand side was some kind of institution ...Read more

A memory of Salisbury by al.birkett

My dad, Ken, was born 13 May 1938 in the front bedroom of 5 Gallards Hill - he was the youngest son to Sidney and Gladys Taylor. My grandad spent almost all his life in the Leicestershire Regiment. During ww2 my grandad was ...Read more

A memory of Braunstone Town by Caroline Taylor

A pleasant comment on my last memory, made by Mr Steve Flora, whom I’ve never met, has prompted me to tell some more stories about Upper Boddington. On November 25th, 1944, a Wellington Bomber; no. LN242, took off from ...Read more

A memory of Upper Boddington by Peter Bishop

Born in 21 south terrace chopwell had a few friends with whom I played football on the green every night then into the street under the lights till mom called me in . Then the boys were mad at me because I had the ...Read more

A memory of Chopwell by Peter Scott

Heather Benton - at 10/11 years' old I attended Moseley College and remained there for the rest of my schooling. It was a wonderful old building with laurel surrounded gardens where we pupils spent hours of break time making ...Read more

A memory of Moseley by Heather Fearnside