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Moving house on the same day it was our town carnival. It was like two exciting things happening on the same day both merged into one. My Gran looked after me at the carnival and then took me home, to my new house. I would have been 2 years old.

waking up on Easter Sunday to boiled eggs decorated by my parents then going on a walk after church to roll them.

My favourite memory is of a caravan holiday where I was too young to go on a horse ride so my dad led me around the field on a little pony, I'd have been about 5 and I loved that little pony and wanted to take him home.

We moved house and I finished the term at my school. As the journey by bus was much longer my mother always brought jam sandwiches. I enjoyed sitting on the top deck of the bus, sometimes the front seat, and looking out of the window while I ate my sandwiches.

when I was about 5 years old, watching the dray horses pulling the big carts up the street [steep street] with a man holding their halters and leading them through the brewery gates, my grandma lived just opposite the gates.I was very small, the horses were very big, like mythical beasts to a city child.

Summer holidays at my grandparents

My father died before I was born, and my mother remarried when I was 3, in 1946, and I was a bridesmaid. I still vividly remember chasing around the church hall at the reception with the other small bridesmaid, Elaine Booth, we had a whale of a time!

Sitting on the doorstep of my grandma and grandads house with a plastic beaker filled with water and washing up liquid and blowing bubbles through a straw. The bubbles used to spill out down the side of the beaker and the wind would catch them and I'd watch them float away over the grass.

Growing up on a farm & helping with lambing when I was about 9, loved it!

Going to my nana's house and baking with her in the school holidays.

days of wonder helping grandad in his shed among tools and bolts, electrical bits, wood and pipe.

I used to go to my grandparents a lot, no matter what the weather was my brother and i always got a choc ice, and if we went into the car for a drive a winegum. My grandad use to be rubbish at roundabouts or maybe he just liked making us laugh but he went round at least twice!

Family Christmases. When everyone was there, playing cards around the table, and everyone happy.

I loved going to the funfair in the local park in the summer evenings, the smell of candy floss and bright lights were so memorable. I also loved sitting in my room waiting to tape songs from the top 40.
I used to love my mums home made gravy,,,,i would love to dip bread in in whilst waiting for my dinner

It is not exactly a favourite memory but one I have remembered all my life.
We lived in a long street. There were lots of children and we all played together, walked to school together etc. About the time of the Coronation there was a competition to decorate your front room window. My mother took it extremely seriously and worked hard at it. She did not win. She made a very disparaging remark about the winning window. This got back k to the winner.
This lady was about to take all the children in the street on a picnic. My sister and I were not invited. I can remember standing outside our house watching a crocodile of my friends go past. Of course I did.not know the reason why then. To this day I hate to be left out of things.

Being the youngest of four ,my mum and dad were always short of money,they both worked hard but we're on low paid jobs,there was always hand me downs,nothing was new,one birthday I was given a soft squashy parcel,it was bigger than anything I had got before ,and I wanted to make the unwrapping last,I made a tiny hole in the paper,and saw something bright yellow,the hole for bigger and a saw ruffles! When I saw what was in the parcel ,it was a dress,my own dress!! I have never had my own dress,it was deep yellow and full of ruffles,I thought it looked like the daffodils I had seen in the park
I wore this dress on very special occasions,and it was a happy feeling on quite a sad childhood,and the strongest memory I have,of one time that I had my very own dress!
I lost both my mum and dad I the same year,and when I see a daffodil ,I feel the way I did then and can see and feel the glorious deep yellow ruffles.

Our only holiday as a child was in warkworth with the rain coming down and the monopoly board on the table in the caravan and the smell of the gaslamp. I was young with Mary poppins umbrella and bag to match. Daft memories but totally memorable!!!

My Dad reading "Just so stories" to me when I was about 6 and suddenly realising that I could actually read the words too! "How the elephant got his trunk" was my special favourite.

On balmy summer evenings when there was no school next day sitting on the back doorstep with mum and dad smelling all the fragrant shrubs and learning the names of them. Its the little things that mean so much.

Walking through the stubble of a wheat field. gleaning left over ears of corn for the hens - and getting my calves scratched by the stalks - I must have been small!

When my stabilisers were taken off my bike. Oh the freedom! (And the smell of TCP!)
It was the 60s but I don't remember an awful lot of cars on our back roads.

Receiving three leg piano for Christmas with a tin of toffees with the lid being 3D and tangerine and was so happy we were more easy pleased some years back

During one very cold winter being snuggled down in our bed settee (Mum called it a put-you-up) with my Mum when my Dad was working nights. It was the only room with heating and the only time I was permitted to sleep downstairs. I often envied the visitors who slept there.

My nan meeting me out of school and sitting on a wooden bench in a little thatched roof shelter, in the sun, eating ice cream
On Sundays visiting my other gran and playing with her button box while the grown ups all played crib
Simple but stayed in my mind

Sunday tea - a tin of (pink) salmon and salad! We thought it was great!