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A street warder knocked on the door
and said i moved into your house when i was little so we brought him in and let him have a look around
we found out some interesting things about our house
and he was amazed at how different it is now
and the old pond we filled in 20 years ago
he dug when he was in his teen
he was god smacked at what we have did
with the back garden
and we were equally shocked
at what he got up to in our front bedroom
in his teens lol
he said he would love his mum and dad to see it

Is it a good idea to re-visit somewhere from your past?

I need to think about that one!

Jill

Oh Joy did that in London at 2 houses,,,,,,mind wrote first to ask for photos they said call in when down this way,,,,,,was odd to think servants about the place and cooking in the basements...I bet they had a good birds eye view of petticoats,,,,,}}}}}

aw your gross! thats my room!!!!! lolol

i did wonder why the van was on ya front i thought ya ha been naughty lol

he said his mum has loads of photos
from the 60s and early 70s
i would love to see the photos
he was very nice
jill he said living here was such a happy time
so no harm done

kay i bet that was good to see a right blast from the past

What a lovely thing you did Joy by letting that man in. 2 years a go, i went back to look at the house where i grew up. Had not seen the place for 40 years. I sat outside in the car and after a while the front door opened and the lady (who was obviously wondering why some woman was sat outside staring at her house!) headed towards me. Not wanting to worry her, i got out of the car to explain what i was doing there. As she approached me, i realised it was the same lady that had moved into the house after we left.
You come right in my dear she said, you wont recognise the place. When i stepped inside she said, well off you go then my lovely, you go and have a good look around!!!! I could not believe it!
And when she said, right, get yourself up them stairs!! I was, by that time a sobbing wreck.
Ohhhhh it was soooo lovely. All the memories came flooding back and the funny thing was (not that i told her) but apart from the decore and a new kitchen sink, the place had hardly changed at all. The work bench that my Dad made all those years ago, was still firmy fixed in the garage.
She made me a cup of tea and we sat down for a bit of a tearful chin wag.
When i left, she said do you know dear, you have made my day!!! MADE HER DAY!!!
I drove staight to the florist and sent her a bouquet of flowers, to explain just how much it had meant to ME.
So well done Joy. It really was a lovely thing to do ..... Susan x

Susan that bought a tear to my eye.How lovely was that.

Jane, i am grizzling as we speak! Aw x

In 1976, whilst on holiday in the area with my first hubby, I found the farm that my Dad was evacuated to after the May Blitz in 1941, near Hay on Wye. He spent the duration of the War there, plus another twelve months because he didn't want to come home (my poor Nan), he had many happy memories. Took some photos for him including the farmhouse, complete with the B&B sign and phone number.

He promptly rang them up explaining who he was, success, the farm was still in the family although the farmer "Ptt Prosser" was then quite old and retired. He booked a holiday there for him and Mum. The rest is history, holidayed there twice a year until he died in 1983, met and regularly kept in touch with Pitt until he died in about 1980. Nothing much had changed, they even arranged a reunion evening with his old school pals although he only remembered a few of them.

The most worthwhile holiday I have ever had.

xx

Edit. I didn't have the nerve to introduce myself in the 1970's. Too young I think. Wouldn't think twice now though!!

thats lovely Libby

Joy - are you sure it was a street warden? DId you ask for ID?

You know, of course, about the mad strangling chainsaw axeman of Stockton who has a uniform fetish, I presume.....?

Susan Thats such a nice story
i enjoyed his visit i do hope he brings his mum and dad
our heating system his dad put in and its never broken down
shame its going in December for a better system

its nice to hear of the past

Eldrick he was driving the street wardens bus
and had his id pinned to his jumper

and he was good looking tall and bald lol
nothing like an axe murder lol

mind to be honest this really happened
somebody once escaped from the local psychiatric hospital
Hutton unit the dangerous bit
and they knocked on the door asking for a cuppa
i thought it was funny they didnt seam to want to leave
long story short
we ended up with the police and ambulances ect
a right to do it was

I have just been on a trip down memory lane, went to Marazion Cornwall. In the forties I was at school there as my dad was stationed in Marazion. I had sent an email to the school asking if it would be alright for me to visit. They gave me their phone no and asked if I could let them know when. I duly arrived and was made so welcom, they even got in a school govenour to take me round. I said to her I came in the back way and she said oh you would because the boys came in the front and girls in the back. I stood in the playground and saw St Michaels Mount and the sea, it suddenly clicked that I couldn't see it before when I was there because I was too small to see over the wall (grown a bit since then). I walked on down into the village passing the cottage we lodged in and looking for a shop that sold rocks fossils and gemstones. I found what looked like the shop,a cafe and inside was a young girl about 20ish. I said you are far too young to remember but I'm looking for my past. Such a nice pleasant girl she did tell me when I said it looked bigger now that they had extended into next door. My only disapointment was not being able to find the big house where dad was stationed. He was in the R.A.M.C.and the house was not far from marazion but where I don't know.Ive Googled and still can't find it, any suggestions welcom. Well thats my walking into the past story, glad I did it just 10 days ago. Elaine.

thats lovely elaine

When my mum and I visited England we knew very little about family history there (her parents and my dad's parents were born in England). She had the address where her father lived as a young child, in West Ham.

We took the tube out there (after the concièrge at our hotel warned us about going to such dangerous places; when we checked out, I called him the racist he obviously was). We found the house, and took a couple of photos, and then my mum knocked on the door and said: In case you're wondering why we're taking pictures of your house, it's because my father grew up here. He what? the man said. Well you come in.

So we sat in the living room and had tea and orange juice with the lovely Sri Lankan family now living in the house. Didn't get to see the back yard where the one picture we have from then was taken -- they've built a bedroom onto the back of the ground floor. But it was lovely for my mum to do that.

We did find another house in Nottingham where her mother had lived as a child, and the young couple who had recently moved in showed us around -- that "don't mind us, we're just taking pictures" worked well again.

But at the house in Wellingborough where my dad's mother grew up, I knocked and said "we're just taking some pictures because this is the house where my grandmother lived as a child", and the older woman who answered said "do what you like" and slammed the door. Oh well, two out of three. ;)

We did get free drinks at the pub in Worksop my grandmother's uncle had owned a century earlier!

*...he was good looking tall and bald lol
nothing like an axe murderer lol*


How do you know what an axe murderer looks like?!!

Short, ugly and hairy, of course.

;)

When we were in England on one trip, we went back to the house where I lived until I was 11. Mum and Dad bought the house when they got married in 1928 and lived there until 1951 .............. it was a typical 2 up 2 down row house in a northern mill town, no inside toilet or bathroom.

I took pictures from the outside, but didn't have the nerve to go and knock on the door. Nor did I have the nerve to knock on the door of the house my grandparents lived in, which was just across the street from that one.

The house we moved to in 1951was demolished about 1975 ................ it was over 100 years old, and did have indoor plumbing.


Every now and again, I spend numbing hours searching that second address on earlier and earlier censuses to see who lived there. I think 1881 is the next one to search!




sylvia

Tsk, 1881 is the easy one! You can search 1881 at Ancestry by address. ;)

(Not counting how Ancestry might have mis/transcribed it ...)