It was a rental, Aug 69’ from the date on the slide. Can remember the car, as my uncle was on holiday and he also had a VW Beetle on hire as well. I would have been about 4 1/2. The second photo is of my uncle’s car on our way to Bundoran.
With my late dad. Wish I still had that shirt for my boys.
Unexpectedly found it a few months ago in my mum's loft so my boys get to wear it after all 😊 My eldest screamed when I tried to put it on him which doesn't bode well but his bro was happy to model.
With my late dad. Wish I still had that shirt for my boys.
Unexpectedly found it a few months ago in my mum's loft so my boys get to wear it after all 😊 My eldest screamed when I tried to put it on him which doesn't bode well but his bro was happy to model.
@Henske - my son went to Halstow primary school....he left 5 years ago now but had a great time.. As parents we loved that school and he was lucky to get in to it (we live just across the Pleasuance from it...right on the edge of the admissions boundary...).
@Henske - my son went to Halstow primary school....he left 5 years ago now but had a great time.. As parents we loved that school and he was lucky to get in to it (we live just across the Pleasuance from it...right on the edge of the admissions boundary...).
Thanks for the feedback. Glad your son had a good experience at Halstow. I did too. Hopefully your boy is, or becomes, a Charlton supporter too.
@Henske the useless b*gger has no interest in football....probably because I bought him a CAFC season ticket from when he was aged 4 so he could come with me....it all got too much for him to endure...!
With my late dad. Wish I still had that shirt for my boys.
Unexpectedly found it a few months ago in my mum's loft so my boys get to wear it after all 😊 My eldest screamed when I tried to put it on him which doesn't bode well but his bro was happy to model.
@Henske the useless b*gger has no interest in football....probably because I bought him a CAFC season ticket from when he was aged 4 so he could come with me....it all got too much for him to endure...!
Shame. Oh well he might come to his senses. Both my boys are serious Charlton fans and know more about the club than I do.
@CharltonKerry It's possible to make the image bigger by fiddling with the width of the link, but it's still limited by the size of the original picture and the resolution it was scanned at. This is about the best I can do I think:
Thank you very much Aliwibble for doing that for me, much appreciated, as I say the photo is 65 years old and the actual size is around 2” x 1” in black and white, it’s my first memory as well, no doubt because of this photo, it was taken around 1954 in I believe Andover or Stockbridge near there, by my dads best mate who was a toff and a landed gentleman, two more of the most unlikely friends you could imagine. They meet on their first day in Burma, they hated each other and ended up fighting at bed time as Uncle Arthur had silk pyjamas in the heart of a jungle, my dad coming from the roughest part of the east of Dartford didn’t have any. They ended up best mates, and Arthur saved my dads life when they fought back to back and my father got a bayonet through his thigh and got pinned to a tree, Arthur never left Dads side all that very long night. Some of the things they got up to were unconventional, both were experts in explosives, and Arthur secretly fell in love with my mum because a single photo dad carried through that period. When they came home eventually they met up when I was born, then again when this photo was taken. It means a great deal to me as you can tell. When Arthur died far to young was the only time I saw my dad cry, Arthur’s wife at his funeral told us that she was his second love my mum was always his first love. As I say thanks, one day it’s going into a book of our lives.
Were they Chindits?
No they weren’t, they were in action well before them. They were a specialised group, basically if it moved they blew it up, if it didn’t then they blew it up. There job was to disrupt the supply routes. When Imphal and Kohima were being defended they had already been behind the Japanese lines for 6 months, those in charge knew the Japanese had overstretched themselves and there group were ordered to cause chaos, they did. It was a group of British, Australians and Gurkhas, who you didn’t want to meet down a dark alley or in a jungle, most were expert in jungle warfare, my father was an expert in demolition and the Gurkhas were the expert in killing, but to my surprise directly there group were attacked, the Gurkhas disappeared into the jungle to do there dirty work, they never were allowed to fight defensively that was the job of the British and Australians lads.
Just watched an amazing documentary on Yesterday regarding The West Kents at the defence of Kohima. Brilliant programme.
@CharltonKerry It's possible to make the image bigger by fiddling with the width of the link, but it's still limited by the size of the original picture and the resolution it was scanned at. This is about the best I can do I think:
Thank you very much Aliwibble for doing that for me, much appreciated, as I say the photo is 65 years old and the actual size is around 2” x 1” in black and white, it’s my first memory as well, no doubt because of this photo, it was taken around 1954 in I believe Andover or Stockbridge near there, by my dads best mate who was a toff and a landed gentleman, two more of the most unlikely friends you could imagine. They meet on their first day in Burma, they hated each other and ended up fighting at bed time as Uncle Arthur had silk pyjamas in the heart of a jungle, my dad coming from the roughest part of the east of Dartford didn’t have any. They ended up best mates, and Arthur saved my dads life when they fought back to back and my father got a bayonet through his thigh and got pinned to a tree, Arthur never left Dads side all that very long night. Some of the things they got up to were unconventional, both were experts in explosives, and Arthur secretly fell in love with my mum because a single photo dad carried through that period. When they came home eventually they met up when I was born, then again when this photo was taken. It means a great deal to me as you can tell. When Arthur died far to young was the only time I saw my dad cry, Arthur’s wife at his funeral told us that she was his second love my mum was always his first love. As I say thanks, one day it’s going into a book of our lives.
Were they Chindits?
No they weren’t, they were in action well before them. They were a specialised group, basically if it moved they blew it up, if it didn’t then they blew it up. There job was to disrupt the supply routes. When Imphal and Kohima were being defended they had already been behind the Japanese lines for 6 months, those in charge knew the Japanese had overstretched themselves and there group were ordered to cause chaos, they did. It was a group of British, Australians and Gurkhas, who you didn’t want to meet down a dark alley or in a jungle, most were expert in jungle warfare, my father was an expert in demolition and the Gurkhas were the expert in killing, but to my surprise directly there group were attacked, the Gurkhas disappeared into the jungle to do there dirty work, they never were allowed to fight defensively that was the job of the British and Australians lads.
Just watched an amazing documentary on Yesterday regarding The West Kents at the defence of Kohima. Brilliant programme.
Extremely brave men all off them involved in those two battles, ultimately those battles and heroics changed the course of the war of there.
Was your confirmation name Bernadette? When I went through it that was the choice of every girl in the service.
That was my first holy communion. Didn't get confirmed until 1981. I chose Una, which is Irish for Agnes, my Mums name. It was my last attempt at getting her off the booze. It didn’t work.
Didn’t think you were supposed to tell anyone you confirmation name, that way the devil couldn’t call on you, as he needs to call you full name?
Well as I don’t believe in any of that guff now, does it matter? But I honestly never heard that before 😳🤣🤣
First football kit - home made. Lived in a street close to a number of “Charlton houses” including Charlie Wright who was my favourite in those days - hence the number one. Always wondered if I had it on back to front 😀. Buildings in the background were the shops on Shooters Hill Road between the Sun in the Sands and Fox under the Hill.
Seriously envious of these wonderful photos, I had a quick glance at my photos and the nearest I have to a childhood photo is our wedding photo in 81 saying that. That photos a shocker so older ones could be an eye opener but it would be nice to see something from all those years ago. Anyone with school photos from earl rise 62 onwards, Bloomfield late 60s onwards that I might be in I’d love to see them please.
Top photo, I’m on the left with my brother, this photo had the colour painted on Bottom photo both of us ( I’m standing) with my maternal grandfather, he was a coal miner in the Arigna mines. Taken outside the local pub, drunk in charge of an ass.
Found these as well. Want to get them framed up but not sure whether to have them in a thin frame as they are or separate them and have them next to each other.
Found these as well. Want to get them framed up but not sure whether to have them in a thin frame as they are or separate them and have them next to each other.
Found these as well. Want to get them framed up but not sure whether to have them in a thin frame as they are or separate them and have them next to each other.
Me (white top, shorts pulled up to armpits) and my bestie at the time, Jagdeep, at Thorntree May Day. The original Riverdance -
Me, bottom right, with brother and two cousins, Freddie Mercury in middle, on holiday in France -
My 6th birthday, killing the skinhead moon-stomp for a quick game of musical statues, with friends Rohan, Merlin and I think Aristos in the green. Before we all went down the Horse -
OMG when were you at Thorntree? I was the May Queen there in 1962 at the tender age of 7 sitting on my throne watching the dancing round the Maypole!! My parents were so proud, Dad rushed out to buy a cine camera to record the event in glorious Kodak colour.
OMG when were you at Thorntree? I was the May Queen there in 1962 at the tender age of 7 sitting on my throne watching the dancing round the Maypole!! My parents were so proud, Dad rushed out to buy a cine camera to record the event in glorious Kodak colour.
I was born in '77 and went there from 3 to whatever age you leave to go primary school. I escaped from the nursery at 3 years old and waked all the way home, over the railway crossing, to our house opposite the Vic on Woowich Road, and knocked on our window with a empty milk bottle for mum to let me in for my jam and banana sandwich. The nursery installed a gate in my honour
OMG when were you at Thorntree? I was the May Queen there in 1962 at the tender age of 7 sitting on my throne watching the dancing round the Maypole!! My parents were so proud, Dad rushed out to buy a cine camera to record the event in glorious Kodak colour.
I was born in '77 and went there from 3 to whatever age you leave to go primary school. I escaped from the nursery at 3 years old and waked all the way home, over the railway crossing, to our house opposite the Vic on Woowich Road, and knocked on our window with a empty milk bottle for mum to let me in for my jam and banana sandwich. The nursery installed a gate in my honour
I went to thorntree, born in 73, Mrs Ashley was my teacher, then went to Charlton manor. Grew up in Harvey gardens so a nice little walk to school!!.
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The second photo is of my uncle’s car on our way to Bundoran.
My eldest screamed when I tried to put it on him which doesn't bode well but his bro was happy to model.
Brilliant programme.
Buildings in the background were the shops on Shooters Hill Road between the Sun in the Sands and Fox under the Hill.
In my mothers arms, Rideout Street Woolwich 1954.
Milk bottle for making mud pies.
Outside loo, tin baths and mangles.
Bottom photo both of us ( I’m standing) with my maternal grandfather, he was a coal miner in the Arigna mines. Taken outside the local pub, drunk in charge of an ass.
PS I don’t think ‘Tonklet’ was a Millwall fan.
Me, bottom right, with brother and two cousins, Freddie Mercury in middle, on holiday in France -
My 6th birthday, killing the skinhead moon-stomp for a quick game of musical statues, with friends Rohan, Merlin and I think Aristos in the green. Before we all went down the Horse -