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I learnt to swim at the "command baths" in Aldershot in the 1960s. It was a very old building and very cold. I hated the lessons as the instructors used to have a long stick to push you back into centre of the pool. I now know why I hate swimming!

A memory of Aldershot by Janis Harris

It was approximately 1960 that whilst bathing in the 'pool' as a child of about 3, I held onto the rail at the edge of the 'boardwalk' and became stuck as my legs were pulled underneath where the water poured in (not being strong enough ...Read more

A memory of Pontypridd in 1960 by Alvine Guard

We moved to Swindon in 1957 from London (Wimbledon, actually) when my dad, a skilled engineer, got a job at Vickers Armstrongs at South Marston, with a brand new council house thrown in. In those post-war austerity days there was ...Read more

A memory of Swindon by besafisher

I attended Chatsworth and then Twickenham County ,was a member of Hounslow swimming club . As Hounslow Baths were closed in the winter months the club used Heston Baths and we always stopped at Rossi’s in ...Read more

A memory of Hounslow by Lynne Lowe

I learned to swim in the Baths late 1940s and In early 1950 went dancing every Saturday night at the Spa I used to go horse riding from the stables near the station

A memory of Saltburn-By-The-Sea by Sylvia Fayers

Brynmawr, my home town, although I haven't lived there for nigh on 40 years, it's still home. I have good and bad memories of Brynmawr. I was always regarded as a blacksheep, rebel, so the bad memories are of my own making. But ...Read more

A memory of Brynmawr by Colin Bennett

My father (Frank Francis) worked at this garage TBC following his return to Kidderminster at the end of the war. He worked there through all of the remaining 40s and 50s. As a young boy I had the run of the garage and its roof ...Read more

A memory of Kidderminster by alanfrancis66

I was strolling past a while ago, This wonderous place we used to go. When I got this thirst that needed quenched, So I turned on heel and in I went. With a feather boas you could've knocked, me down you see I was ...Read more

A memory of Wallsend by James Bridgewood

THE KIDD IS ALRIGHT The daylight had faded away and dusk was now dim enough to coax the streetlights to pop on, their vague orange light slowly getting brighter as their bulbs warmed. Meanwhile inside the Hamblett ...Read more

A memory of Moston in 1972 by Brian Hamblett

I lived at the top of Valence Avenue, which was 1.1/4 miles long. I was nearly into Chadwell Heath, but my address was Dagenham (and proud of it!) . I used to go to Lymington Road School and we went to Valence Swimming Baths ...Read more

A memory of Dagenham in 1943