We found an absorbing new interest for our retirement when we joined Coventry Photographic Society five years ago. When researching the society’s history and updating its society’s website, we discovered ...
I came to be here as a Prisoner of War in the Merevale Camp near Atherstone. This was towards the end of the war when the Italians had been moved ...
When I was a child I would meet up with a small group of four or five of my friends who lived around my street as everyone knew each other ...
These keys were “rescued” by my father when the Workhouse, by this time renamed Lakin House, was demolished in September 1974. Although I have no recollection of the workhouse its ...
My father, Ernest French, was born in Coventry in 1911 and, apart from a brief period during the war, lived there until my family moved to Kenilworth in 1957/8.
A wartime ...
My mother died when I was nine, but I was looked after very well by neighbours. My father remarried when I was 13 and my stepmother was a kind lady.
I ...
I was born in 1984 and lived in Johannesburg, South Africa until the age of 15 when my family moved to the UK. We moved around a lot at first, ...
The stick, before I made the case for the book, I used to keep holding it and sort of… its very tactile. Now I give talks about Charles Streather because ...
RE: There are quite a number of artefacts on the wall… there are not many of these left. That’s a very early erm, steel helmet from the First World War…
Interviewer: ...
RE: Of course there were two big brickyards in Nuneaton anyway and the other one was Haunchwood Brick and Tile that was owned by the Knox family.
Interviewer 1: Yeah.
Interviewer 2: ...
Interviewee: I remember seeing other big blockbusters at other cinemas. The Ritz particularly was the last one to close in Nuneaton, wasn’t it?
Interviewer 1: Yeah
Interviewee: I remember going to see Jaws ...
There’s a hotel where the job centre is now, the corner of Albert Street – I can’t remember what it was called, and they used to sell chicken specs, and ...
Unfortunately, the war came in 1939 and, regrettably, I had to eventually leave J. C. Smith’s to work in a factory for war work. My mother was already working at ...
I used to paint with five other painters, and I’m the only one of the five left – the others passed away quite some time ago. They called us the ...
