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My family's ancestors come from countryside around Harewood and one of the oldest I have identified was John Norfolk who lived in Eccup in the late 1600's. I have seen several of ...Read more

A memory of Eccup by John Howard Norfolk

Newbiggin was the place I was brought up and spent many happy years on the sands and in the sea until I was 18. Life then took me to London to train to be a teacher. My parents had a house in Windsor Terrace where dad still lives ...Read more

A memory of Newbiggin in 1970 by Mary Heynes

Grant's have a family grave in the local cemetery.

A memory of Dufftown in 1880 by Lynne Gray

My first visit to Wingham was in 2004. My old school friend who now lives in Australia took me so that I could see where my mother was born. She was actually born at Crockshard Farm. Her father worked for the farmer ...Read more

A memory of Wingham in 2004 by Doreen Bishop

I have a connection to this church, my Great Great Great Grandfather Richard Stephenson and his wife are buried there, on the grave stone is mention of my Great Great Grandfather who died in Australia and his son ...Read more

A memory of Upleatham in 1860 by Laurence Stephenson

My grandfather bought Hendersons in c1911 and it was the principal drapers and furnishers in the town until my Dad sold the business c1961. It then became a John Blundells and is now I believe the Waitrose in the Old High ...Read more

A memory of Stevenage in 1945 by Philip Henderson

I started at Hurn in 1980. I remember having to go to London in the summer to John Lewis for the huge uniform & kit. Having come from a poor background it was amazing that I was going to a private school and ...Read more

A memory of Hurn in 1980 by James Henderson

I was a student at Dockenfield Manor in the 1940's. Looking back, the entire faculty should have been arrested for child abuse, fraud, and a host of other charges. At the time, the Headmasters name was Dr. ...Read more

A memory of Dockenfield in 1940 by Maurice De Montfalcon

Remember it well, fell off the rope swing and broke my wrist, didn't half smart but luckily us men are brave little soldiers and I only screamed a couple of times. Gone now though...

A memory of Failsworth by Peter Mc Gowan

I was brought up in a big old house, 226 Leach Green Lane. I have fond memories exploring the Lickey Hills at the back of my garden and also going into the Oritry grounds to see the six unmarked graves. Then of going into the church to see the statue of Mary, it's such a shame it has changed.

A memory of Rednal by John Wilkinson