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while hop picking with my parents at a farm in paddock wood in the early 1950s i was badley burnt when a petrol stove exploded farm name not rememberd spent 6 months in the burns unit at a hospital in ...Read more

A memory of Paddock Wood by michelefurze

I attended Delamere from 1994-1998. I have to say that Delamere was the worst experience in my life. I hated it. No good memories at all! I was bullied, tormented, abused and molested by other students to ...Read more

A memory of Delamere

We moved to Bayston Hill ( shrewsbury) around 1990... A beautiful leafy lane .. Grove Lane... no. 8.. We had our dog.. ( Biko) and soon got settled.. our neighbours were; no. 6 were Bunny and Barbara Hancock... amazing ...Read more

A memory of Bayston Hill by Pat Gomersall

I spent three holidays from 1954 to 1956 on houseboats rented from the Giddins family who owned the boathouse The only access to the boats was by punt which was always paddled not poled The main pastime was fishing with ...Read more

A memory of Hemingford Grey by Peter Marler

I lived in the post office in Quakers Yard. We played in the woods and collected nuts and blackberies and wimberries up the mountains. There was a conker season, a marble season . always something to do or collect. My brother Robert and ...Read more

A memory of Quaker's Yard by John Matthews

I attended this school as a weekly border in about 1960-61. At the time Helen Shapiro's first record was number one in the hit parade and Lilian Bailey was out head girl. The school was in a rambling ...Read more

A memory of Harrow on the Hill by rhantique

I started my life in Stevenage at the age of 10 when we moved from London and my dad was given a house in Holly Leys, Longmeadow. I went to the Roebuck Junior School and I remember the long walk ...Read more

A memory of Stevenage by gwenausten

The boy on the right at the front is my brother David Bailey.

A memory of Biddulph

The boy on the right is my brother David Bailey

A memory of Biddulph

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