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My Dad reading Winnie the Pooh to me at bedtime. He would leave a few words out and I would point that out to him.

Eating a fruit cake made by my grandma on my 5th birthday.

my gran and grandad sold fruit and veg from a barrow in Birmingham Bull Ring and in the school holidays they used to take me with them. It was great as I could roam all around the market as all the barrow boys would watch out for me so much freedom sad that children today cant do that sort of thing

Sitting with my grandmother who was born in 1899, listening intently to stories of her own childhood with her 8 brothers and sisters.

Going as high as I could on the swings. I could close my eyes and forget the world existed.

My Aunt emigrated to Canada when in her early twenties and married a lumberjack. Every couple of years they would return to Britain for a holiday and I really looked forward to going out for afternoon tea with my Uncle Leonard. This would have been the early sixties and my first memory is at the age of four going to a beautiful little teashop in a nearby coastal town and ordering "Toasted teacakes for two, please", I felt so grown up!

Sitting on St Andrews beach with my older sister. We were alway taken there by my great Aunt and Uncle. It was such a wonderful day even if the wind was howling and it usually was. My sister and I would put our swimmies on and rush to paddle in the sea. On our return from the cold sea my great Aunt would pour hot tomato soup from a flask and we would sit round the pinic table eating bread and bowls of soup tainted with sand.

I can still recall with pleasure playing on my swing, aged about 4, holding my legs out in front of me and looking up at the clouds and trying to visualise precisely what the clouds consisted of and why the clouds consisted of so many differing shapes.

Sitting on a big grey pony in the West Indies during the war with all the sights & sounds of the tropics.

As a child laying on my stomach in a field on a sunny day trying to catch lizards who were so quick you rarely caught one . None to catch these days unfortunately.

Opening a Build It set on Christmas morning, a construction set that I had hoped for but never expected to get.

Days out to Weymouth travelling by steam train. There were several trains a day from where I lived and the station platform was always full of friends and neighbours with their children all carrying buckets and spades. We spent the day on the beach building sand castles and playing in the sea.
Also visiting my aunt who lived in the country and being allowed to feed her chickens.

My Dad finally affording us a little holiday - a caravan in the woods on farm. A calf was being born and the farmer woke us up at 5am to see it. Best memory ever - amazing!

Being taken to visit my godmother as a child. She was an elderly lady, a friend of my maternal grandmother who’d died before I was born. The journey involved 2 bus journeys and a ride across the river Clyde on the Renfrew Ferry and the day usually ended with a fish supper in a cafe - a rare treat!

My dad took me to Dudley zoo as a treat. We walked under a large pointed arch, and he stopped to explain that it was the jawbone of a whale. He made me feel my own jawbone and asked me to imagine how big the whale must be if that was his jawbone. I was amazed and never forgot that tiny incident - must be 68 years ago.

just going for walks with my dad.

just going for walks with my dad.

Holidaying in Swanage and making sandcastles on the beach, my granny lived there and we visited regularly - I love the photos of myself in a little bonnet and ruched swimming costume.

Going on the only family holiday we had to Wales and finding a really large crab with only one pincer.

Helping my adored grandfather in his rose garden and listening to him talking of his childhood on Anglesey, we were living in South Wales so Anglesey seemed another country to me , and being so proud when he named a rose after me.

Driving past an isolated cottage near the old A1 with my father muttering 'the old dragons at Dragon Cottage'. Seems it used to be the Dragon Inn and the old dragons were his estranged aunts with whom he'd had no contact since his Grandfather died in about 1925. I never plucked up courage to go and knock on the door once I could drive in 1964

going to butlins with my grandparents every year it was so special

Walking along the beach and picking up shells

I grew up with my paternal grandparents in the 1950's, they were in their 50's - but seemed much older, like many of their generation.

Even though we lived in a 'good area' of the town, we didn't have any 'hot running water' - just a cold tap over a slopstone sink in the kitchen and another identical one in the 'wash-house' outside. Laundry was done, once a week, in the wash-house on a Monday morning - with grandad lighting a fire under the 'copper boiler' before he went out to work - so that nan would have hot water to do the laundry!

As it wasn't very long after the war, they still kept hens - and a cockerel - in the back yard, so plenty of fresh eggs, with the added benefit of the occasional 'one for the pot' when they stopped laying.

The cockerel - Georgie - was scary and loved to torment me. We had an outside toilet, and he would chase me down the yard. I was so scared of him that I would lock myself in the toilet and scream for my nan to come and fetch me back. She only had to 'flap her pinny at him' for him to scuttle away squawking, as if to say 'I'll get her next time!'.

I've been doing my Family Tree for quite a few years, but have now hit a brickwall with one particular ancestor and I'd love to be able to find out exactly where he was born and his marriage record - I have details of his parents. He died in India and I have the record of his son being born and baptised there :-D.

My favourite memory was the family parties at my Aunty Alice's. My cousins would look after me as I was the youngest cousin, then all the adults would come home from the local pub in a happy mood, put the record player on and start a party, with jars out. One night we danced that much that the wooden floor bounced so much that the 50's fireplace came away from the wall!!! Great memories.