Cambridge, Trumpington Street c1955
Cambridge, Trumpington Street c1955 Ref: C14064
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My memories refer to 1960 through to 1963 (I think!).
I was in charge of String Tuition for the Education Department with our HQ in the Guildhall and a storage room for instruments in the bowels of the building.
I remember Ludo Stewart who was Music Adviser and David Bass and Sam Grice (both staff teachers with me) and the SMO, Intermediate Orchestra and Youth Orchestra. Pupils - I regret I can recall only two - Janet Ainslie (viola) and Susan (double Bass). They were both pupils at the Girls' Grammar School on Parkers Piece (my memory for names is rapidly going, I fear). I remember Mr Duckering and Mr Budd, Headteachers at Fawcett Junior, both lovely guys. I remember teaching in the toilets at the Girls' Secondary School for two years before the Head realised my predicament - unbelievable!
While teaching in the city I was living in Newmarket and have fond memories of NOMADS - these I've posted on the 'Newmarket' site.
I'm now living in Worthing, West Sussex so anyone out there who remembers me from the Cambridge days and wants to get in touch - my e mail address is : rayl@waitrose.com
Shared on Friday, June 05, 2009
Cambridge, Petty Cury 1909
Ref: 61469
my g.g.g. grandparents the Nixons had a sweet shop at 26 Petty Cury in the 1850s to early 1880s. Anybody ant news or pics?
Shared on Sunday, January 20, 2008
Cambridge, the Airport 1938
Ref: 88520
I lived at 14 The Homing, Meadowlands, Cambridge which was close to the airport. I was 8 years old in 1955. Often on sunny weekends, my Mum would takes us on a walk over to the airport.
It was a quiet relaxed place in those days. There was no kind of airport security, and you could stroll through the gate and sit down on benches to watch the odd Tiger Moth taxi over to the runway and take off. The pilots would fly over and wave.
I remember watching a Venom jet fighter being started up and all the sudden noise compared to the previous peace and quiet. Occasionally we would walk down by the taxi way, and watch the planes taxiing to the runway apron. Again I remember a jet fighter pilot taxiing down there in a Meteor and waving to us kids. It was so exciting.
I also remember a 3 engined biplane flying out of there. I can still remember what it looked like, but I don't remember its make, (maybe someone else can recall it?) A De Havilland perhaps?
At the other end of the airport, there was a repair/salvage facility. To get to it you had to go down 'The Homing'. Because our house was on the street, often we would see great trailers go by with say a military aircraft's wing on it from a crashed aircraft. It wasn't long after the war, so I guess there were many carcases of planes to be chopped up or salvaged?
I remember my Mum telling me that during the war, my aunt had a man from the RAF lodging with her who cut up crashed planes there. She had to ask for him to be moved somewhere else, as he had a habit of bringing home fingers and at one time a foot in a boot that he had found in various planes. Uech!
Opposite to our house, there was also a field connected to the airport, full of old army lorries. As kids we would slip under the wire and play in these vehicles. I once found a gas mask and took it home to my Mum. She washed it all out for me, so my friends and I could play at soldiers.
Shared on Saturday, January 12, 2008
Cambridge, King's Parade 1921
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The lady on the left by the railings of King's College is my older sister then aged 22. We lived in Cambridge until 1922 and I was a pupil at Cambridge High School during the First World War. I am now 93.
Shared on Thursday, April 06, 2006
THE VILLAGE FOOTBALL TEAM OF THE 1950s
I remember in the 1950s when Cherry Hinton had the best village football team in Cambridgeshire, and around the 1950s when Cherry Hinton was a village, sadly no more. Farms up the High Street. Smiths bakers in Fulbourn Road. A piano playing all the old songs on a Saturday night in the Robin Hood.
I remember the sheep being brought from Fulbourn Road down the High Street to Chalks Farm. Old Ken Baker riding side-saddle on the big Shire horse, chewing a bit of straw, delivering muck for the allotments behind Fulbourn Road. Those were the days. Walking to school from Fulbourn Road down what was classed as Long Walker (a path which ran from Fulbourn Road to Fishers Lane) before the council estate was built. And the other footpath which ran from between Fulbourn Road and the old Dutch barn over the hill to the beech woods. No longer there (but could be if the locals had it opened up). I remember Mr Olie Chapman, 56 Fulbourn Road. He used to cut my hair for sixpence on a Sunday morning, if I did not keep still he would clip my ear. Oh those memories. Catching rats and rabbits when they done the harvest, the foreman from Chalks Farm, Mr Dawson, could not catch us. I remember Bill Chapman who I owe so much for what he did for me, and was one of the players along with Peter Dean, Brian Stevens who would be today's £50,000,000 football players who played with pride. I could go on and on. Always dreaming but the times have gone, two other men I must mention are Douglas Kitson, who was like a brother to me, sadly no longer with us, and Bill Taylor from the High Street who also I owe so much to. I was born in Fulbourn Road, no 34. Nickname NOBBY. CHERRY HINTON, THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES.
Shared on Friday, June 12, 2009
