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Picking Marrows in my Dads allotment ?

Rushing to the train station to meet the train I knew my dad would be on . I used to love "walking home" with my dad.

On returning home from Sunday School, we would find Dad mowing the lawn (the smell of freshly mown grass still reminds me of home). We would change out of our Sunday Best and have a good hour or two of outdoor play in the garden before Mum called us in for a beautiful home cooked Sunday lunch.

Getting smartly dressed up and being taken to church garden parties with my Nana.

My favourite memories are of summer holidays where all the family went together. By all the family I mean my mother, her three sisters and her brother and all of their families. We all had houses near each other and played on the beach all day long. I believe when we all left for a meal the beach would empty or seem like it anyway.

Staying with my Granny, who took me to the pictures, where in the interval we had cut up pieces of apple. She gave me sparkling lime to drink. We listened to 'Sing something Simple' on the radio while she used metal curlers and rags to curl my hair. Before I went to sleep we always knelt to say a prayer.

Holidays on the farm in Northern Ireland.

Endless school summer holidays.I'm sure it did not rain

Helping my Dad get the honey from the beehives and eating the comb and honey before he put it into the extractor. The taste was so different to anything you can get today. And I never got stung!

My nana lived with us - she was deaf and dumb and in the early part of last century there were little support networks, so to leave her alone after my granddad died was unthinkable - no care homes then! Family stepped in. So my earliest memory was learning the deaf and dumb language along with my speech so I could talk to her. Our house wasn't big so my sister and I shared so nana could have her own rom. She died when I was 11 and had a profound impact on my early years.

spending a week with my older sister at my grans , we went to a different beach each day and had a great time playing on the sand & learning to swim. Always took a picnic and never spent money- proves you can have a great time without cost.

The first Christmas after the war, the whole family went to my Great Aunty Dolly's house in London and my half-cousin William bought me the most gorgeous pair of slippers - little red leather boots with a zip up the front and fur round the top. I had never seen anything so beautiful before - and they were mine!!

Blackberrying in the fields behind our house with my Dad. We used to come back with more than enough for pies, jams and the freezer by the time the summer had finished!

Going to visit my great aunt with my parents and grandmother, who was her sister. She lived in a quaint cottage that had a toilet and basin in a lean-to attached to the house. There was no fridge though in the kitchen and she kept her milk bottle in a pipe sunk into the garden covered with a square of wood. It was my favourite job to fetch the milk from the garden for tea, pour it in the milk jug and cover with a small round net, weighted with beads to keep the flies out.

When I was young I closed the Wolferton railway gates and pushed the button to operate the signal to one of the last trains to leave Wolferton to King’s Lynn.

My first sports day and my granddad pairing up with me for the three-legged race during the hottest summer on record. I was laughing all the way round because, although I was running, I don't think my feet touched the ground all the way round as my granddad had picked me up off the floor.

On a hot summer day walking along the beach, paddling in rock pools and picking winkles with school friends then taking them home for my Nanna to cook for us

Going down to the local beach at South Shields with my father and brother to search for pieces of sea coal for our open fire - a way to help supplement my fathers meagre earnings and also a fun outing for the family when days spent away from home were rare.

Travelling on the Thames-Clyde Express from Sheffield to Glasgow and having dinner on the train!
It cost 21 shillings, very expensive then, but what a joy being individually served by uniformed waiters and 3 courses too!

My dad had TB and was always in and out of hospital because of it,started when I was 5. One time it was coming up to my birthday and was upset because dad wasn’t going to be there. Went to school,was only on half days,went home and there was a great big teddy on the sofa,big enough to sit on its lap and then dad appeared,he was allowed to come home for my birthday,said after he had gone back he said I could have a cuddle with teddy. Dad eventually got over the TB and I am now 53 and still have the bear,Rupert, dad died 24 years ago but always think of that day when I see the bear

"Saving "our Dog Whimsy from an icy pond,got my legs soaking wet and frozen stiff,but Whimsy was ok, what a relief

Cheese and biscuits in front of the fire on a Sunday afternoon with a slice of my granny's apple pie she made every week (well into her 90s!)

This is also one of my earliest memories. I'm on a swing in our back garden. It's a sunny day; probably Summer. My Mum and Dad- sadly no longer here - are taking it in turns to push me and I'm laughing out loud. Pure childhood.

Going to my grandparents in the countryside and playing with dogs chickens and cows

Waking up on Christmas Day and finding our pillowcases at the bottom of the bed - not a lot of presents by today's standards - a new nightdress and slippers, pencils and crayons, two new books to read, a tin of sweets, one present off our Santa list and a tangerine. We thought it was wonderful.