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Me Da and Ma. This is about 1949. Me Da came from Clara Vale and grew up there in 1 West View (which was a small two bedroom stone cottage) with Granda and his six brothers, Billy, Bobby, Joe, twins Jim and John and Eddy who was the ...Read more

A memory of Newburn in 1949 by Jimmy Burrows

This is from about the 1950s. Along Grange Road was a huge piggery and it was owned by the Liddle family, by, did it pong. Further along you came to the railway crossing with the sign STOP, LOOK, LISTEN in red, this was where the ...Read more

A memory of Newburn in 1952 by Jimmy Burrows

We came to live in Failsworth in l956 when I was 8, we lived in Firs Avenue where the school clinic was held at what used to be Firs Hall, where I believe the owner or manager of the local mill lived. There was an air raid shelter ...Read more

A memory of Failsworth in 1956 by Jaques Alston

The War Memorial stood at the bottom of what was called the "Camels Hump" in "The Dean" - a wild adventure playground for all us kids. The Hump was used for sledging down in winter and ...Read more

A memory of Witton Gilbert in 1955 by Trevor Turner

I love this place, I grew up around here and all my family are littered all over the place. I used to get my old dead dog macky to drag me up to the top and then I'd drag him back up. I'd always get stuck in the mud and i'd fall out of ...Read more

A memory of Stoke Sub Hamdon by Brogan And Fred

Memories of Wrekenton a mining village in Gateshead, County Durham from my late mother and my memories from the 1950’s My mother was born in Wakes Yard in a mining village called Wrekenton, a ...Read more

A memory of Wrekenton in 1950 by Ron Summerson

I often think how lucky we post-war Leytonstone kids were to be born in the East End of London, yet have the whole of Wanstead park, the flats and what we called the forest at the end of our street, ...Read more

A memory of Leytonstone by Ray Murray

I was evacuated to Tintinhull during the war years, and remember getting off the train at Pen Mill Station with my gas mask case, and waiting for someone to look after us. I was lucky, there was a Mr and Mrs Lye took me to ...Read more

A memory of Tintinhull by George Bateman

In the forties, we would cycle past this pond on the left then turn left towards Gt Budwarth [think that's how you spell it], passing a small woodland with sandy banks, eventually arriving at Gt Budworth, down an avenue ...Read more

A memory of Pickmere by Brenda Burton

I was born at number 11, and was told I did not open my eyes, so Mrs Tyreman baptized me. She had changed from Methodist to Catholic when she married her husband who was a tailor. When the priest came the next morning and blessed ...Read more

A memory of Loftus in 1930 by Joseph Lavelle