Nostalgic memories of Skegness's local history
Share your own memories of Skegness and read what others have said
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.
Why not add your memory today and become part of our Memories Community to help others in the future delve back into their past.
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Displaying Memories 1 - 10 of 15 in total
I can remember staying at rosemary house for 3 weeks. evey year with my older sisher and to brothers really didnt like the place and never add a understand why we was tuck there .i do now
Me and my 3 sisters went here , late 70s early 80 can’t remember exactly, what I do remember was how we had to share baths and be checked for head lice , they wrote with black marker on our underwear , a colour and number , even while we was wearing them ,one of my sisters was next to me on the bottom bunk and her top bunk partner stole her pillar and I remember talking , asking my sister what’s wrong , the girl ...see more
Walsh's in the 60s was a very happy time for me and I have great memories of when Mum and Dad,me Grandma and Grandad shared a caravan for a fortnight.The caravan was tucked away in the corner behind the arcade situated next to a ditch.
I can always remember laying on the bed/settee listening to the bingo numbers being called and nodding off to the tones of ''top of the shop 90''.It always seemed an adventure fetching ...see more
1978 at rosemary house
Hello,
I was shipped off to skegness when I was 8 years old when my father died it was to give mum a rest, I remember the matron who had a room off the dormatry we were not supposed to talk after lights out. The nit nurse used diluted vinegar on our hair which smelt awful. The school room was sparce and we had to copy off the blackboard the whole of Hiawatha a little at a time. I was there for 3 weeks which seemed like an ...see more
i spent lots of holidays at the miners holiday centre with my family i went on to work at dawdon colliery i visit skegness often but would like to go and revisit the centre what is it called now the chaletys were basic and we had great times in the ballroom march of the mods was a favourite
Was sent to Roseberry House in the early 80's I think, it was the first time away from mum and I cried the first few nights. It was mixed by that time; boys dorm one side of building, girls the other, we had bunk beds. I remember playing games, having little competitions, we were in teams with colours, got points for different activitys. I have fond memories because it was there I had my first boyfriend and kiss ...see more
Hello, I grew up on the Camp (and worked there) as did my mother before me. My family worked on the camp for 56 years until it was finally destroyed. I would love to hear from anyone who worked on the Camp as I am in the process of writing a book about the history of it and from the point of view of the staff. I am searching for certain photos to go into my book, particularly the Convalescent ...see more
Hi. . . I also recall my time in the camp, I think it was around 57/58. I remember waving to my mum, crying as the bus pulled away. I went with my sister, 3 weeks was going to be a long time. I also recall the awful camel coats we all had to wear when all the girls went out with matching tartan hair ribbons. Can anyone remember going to Sunday school and we all had to sing "sunshine corner oh its jolly fine its for ...see more
I have got a lot of photos of my grandad and mamma at Linconshire Derbyshire Miners Holiday Centre, now called camp. My grandad died when I was nine years old, my mamma when I was sixteen. My grandad Fred Armson was a parleytric (not very sure if I spelt that right). I have lots of photos of them on ther own and in groups. If anyone knows anything, please let me know.Thanks.