SearchCurrently displaying: 13 results. Clear the search. You can also search our Questions and Answers.You've searched for:Categories: "My Brighton and Hove Life" xArea: "Elm Grove" x Search term Filter by Categories Places (2)Schools (1)Elm Grove School (1)Transport (1)Trams on Elm Grove (1) Sort by: RelevanceTitleOldestNewest Life in the 1950s For years my mother had been complaining about the unpredictable cooking temperature of the old black stove in the scullery, ... Moving on 1953 was a momentous year both tragic and gloriously happy. At the end of January a violent storm gathered in ... Memories of the 1950s Christmas of 1949 was an important personal time. My boyfriend finished his National Service in the Air Force and by ... Enjoying peacetime Because of the many houses that were destroyed during the war, and the fact that no new houses had been ... Peace and austerity, 1945 With the ending of the war in Europe in May 1945 it was possible to begin to look forward to ... Memories of trams in the 1930s Compared to today’s standards traffic was minimal. There were a few motor delivery vans, a few privately owned cars, horse ... School life in the 1930s I began my schooling at Elm Grove Infant’s School in 1934. The Head Teacher was Miss Gill, an intimidating lady ... Shopping in Elm Grove in the 1930s There was no need to go to the town for general shopping. There were shops on every street corner supplying ... The felling of the elms, c1938 I suppose that the large elm trees in the Grove when I was a child were the original ones planted ... High days and holidays, 1930s Rita Denman spent her childhood in Elm Grove in the 1930s. This is one in a series of memoirs she ... Treading the boards: entertainment in the 1930s Rita Denman spent her childhood in Elm Grove in the 1930s. This is one in a series of memoirs she ... Hosting the evacuees, 1939-40 In 1939, I was 10 years old. The talk of war and what it would mean filled everyone with a ... Growing up in wartime, 1940-45 In the spring of 1940 I sat for ‘the scholarship’. I was not a particularly good scholar, so my expectations ...