Nostalgic memories of Tilbury's local history

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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.

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Displaying Memories 11 - 17 of 17 in total

What a wonderful memory, going from Tilbury to Gravesend when I was on P&O 'Iberia' as a BRS, which was in the 1960s.
I am trying to trace William George (born ?Sept 1928) who was born and brought up in Tilbury. His mother was a widow and he played the piano. William was called for National Service in spring/summer 1947 and my mum thinks he went in the Navy. Her last address for him was in Lisbon (Jan 1948). Can anyone remember him? He is my dad.
When I was six, I moved into 'Our Boy's Cafe' with my mother and grandfather. My uncle, aunt and cousin also lived with us in the accommodation above. It was the last cafe of many along Dock Road, Tilbury, so we had to work really hard to build up a good reputation for a varied menu of good home cooking for the dockers who deservedly needed and expected a square meal - and fast! The first morning ...see more
For some reason I remember walking by there when I was a kid and thinking how cool everyone looked sitting there drinking their beer....and I can still smell the beer as you walked past.  I am 55 yrs old now and I still have that memory...
I remember walking through the square one day getting mum some shopping and I had a kilt on (God knows why) and it fell down to my feet! I have never pulled my skirt up so fast! I just hope everyone who saw it has a bad memory like me now ...
I can remember taking the Lemonade bottles back to the little off licence part and getting the money back. I was probably about 9.
As far back that I can remember, it was the summer of 1934 when I first started school at St Mary's Roman Catholic School in Calcutta Road. I sat next to a friend that I had made (John Toole) Who later in life emigrated to Canada and was killed on a railway crossing in the early 50's. I recall the first bell that was sounded at school and we both thought it was time to go home which we did. However some 30 minutes or so ...see more