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The story of the family dunking.....Once upon time there was a naughty little boy aka POP, and he and his friends decided they fancied the bibles and candles from the local church, they decided to run for it, and he and his mates decided ...Read more

A memory of Ipswich by Tami Cross Halls

Sometimes on the way to the Green we would watch the men walking up and down the Bowling Green. They really took things seriously! The Green was mown to precision and I'm sure the bloke that cut it measured the length of ...Read more

A memory of Camberwell in 1967 by Denise Masters

During WW2 the pupils were evacuated and the school turned into a temporary Maternity Home. The Doctor attending the home was only part-time, but always on call. The Doctor lived a few houses away and at night time he ...Read more

A memory of Ripley in 1942 by John Hutt

For those that are interested in Brixham we are a voluntary organisation and run www.brixhamshowcase.co.uk. We are currently researching people that stayed in the coffin house and lived there, so we can build up a picture of the ...Read more

A memory of Brixham in 2007 by Paul Strickland

I clearly remember starting at Greetby Hill C of E School in 1960. The headmistress' name was Miss Cobb. I then moved up into the Junior School in 1962, taught in succession by Miss Greenwood, Mr Tyndsley and Mr Hesketh. The ...Read more

A memory of Ormskirk in 1960 by Phil Angus

My mother, Joyce Hogg, whose grandparents were Egglestone of Culgaith, used to tell us that her relatives, two aunts, used to run the Bridge Inn at Kirkby Thore in the 30's, 40's or 50's. Unfortunately I do not know their names ...Read more

A memory of Kirkby Thore in 1930 by Jane Dunn

My family and I moved from Elm Park in Essex to Scotland in the last weeks of 1948. My father, Leon A. Lalonde, had accepted a position as Chief Mechanical Engineer with John Cochrane and Sons, a construction ...Read more

A memory of Glen Affric in 1949 by Denman Lalonde

The man walking behind the two ladies and carrying what looks like a picnic hamper is I think, my father - Dennis Davis.  Farther back in the picture are two women, one pushing a pushchair and a child running in front, this may be my ...Read more

A memory of Worksop in 1967 by Jill Dowson

'The Oak' is the only pub and hotel in the village and in the fifties our next door neighbour was the cleaner there. She would cycle to the village from the farm on a heavy green bicycle in a slow and ponderous manner that has ...Read more

A memory of Yattendon by Maggi Stamp Loshak

I used to live at Bungay under the flight path of bombers taking off and returning to Flixton Aerodrome. The bombers flew very low over our house on their way to bomb Germany. I can remember my mother counting them out and back. Many coming back were running on only two or three engines.

A memory of Flixton in 1944 by Ronald Mickleburgh