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This would be about 1950. Radio was the in thing, me Nanna and Granda had one that was powered by an accumulator, this was a square glass jar with two elements inside connected to two terminals on the top which would fit and connect ...Read more

A memory of Newburn in 1950 by Jimmy Burrows

I lived next door to the Church for 17 years and during that time, I climbed to the top of the spire just once. In 1962 when I was 10, some neighbours were having their house decorated. Being an outgoing (some would say nosey) ...Read more

A memory of Davenham in 1962 by Lynn Quigley

It was 1947 and I had just started school at Newburn infants, I was only four and a half, I can still remember me Ma crying when she left me, she should have been clapping her hands. There I was in a lovely knitted jumper - me Ma was ...Read more

A memory of Newburn in 1947 by Jimmy Burrows

I had a boy in my class at school who lived in this house. It always seemed very mysterious to me. Leslie Hoy, I wonder where you are now. We also used to swim regularly at the New Bridge a couple of hundred yards up from Eyot House. ...Read more

A memory of Weybridge in 1957 by Stella Phillips Goree

I attended Coates Endowed School which was a Church of England School. I was confirmed by the Bishop of Newcastle in St Mary's and attended th church for many years. The vicar at the time was the Rev. Porteous and I ...Read more

A memory of Ponteland in 1953

I remember Wallasey Village before the arrival of St Mary's College. Strong's Dairy, where my mother used to buy me a carton of fresh cream. Hoylands Butchers. Peggy Rogers and all her chickens. My grandads grocers shop - YORKS ...Read more

A memory of Wallasey in 1960 by George York

I was four when my parents, Geoff and Pyll Kleboe, bought Keepers Cottage, Henfold Lane, Newdigate. A Mrs Thompson and her husband "Blackberry Jack" had lived there for many years and the property was very run down. With ...Read more

A memory of Newdigate in 1951 by Sarah Rashbrooke

When we were at school we spent a lot of our time in the summer down the marsh, a poor man's Skegness. We had some wonderful times, swimming in the creeks, that's where I learnt to swim. One time we decided to go over the otherside of ...Read more

A memory of Boston by Bob Marriott

I shall always remember the old park with great affection. The first time I remember walking through I would only be about five years old; there was a dead blackbird lying on the ground, I gently put my foot on it and it squeaked. I ...Read more

A memory of Boston by Bob Marriott

My first visit to Barton-upon-Humber was in the early 1980s when my wife and I were searching for the graves of my ancestors. To our dismay, someone had removed all of the ...Read more

A memory of Barton-Upon-Humber by Tina Dyches