My name is Louise Headley. And I was quite young when I moved to Moortown. And like some of my companions, we remember how it was in the early 1950s; mud everywhere, no buses. I remember going to school and it was only the 69 bus that was running. And when it was snowing, and it was raining, the bus couldn't stop because it was so cold. He slowed down, and we had to jump on the bus as it was going. Very often I used to walk from the ring road right through into the link fields. And then, it was another time when the fog was so thick you couldn't see the numbers on the houses that, you know, I nearly went into the wrong door.

But I remember too that, as I grew up, both my parents were very interested in the garden. And there were lots of raspberries and gooseberries. It was like a fruit delight. But not only did I remember that, but the cats. We had so many cats. And my mother always fed the cats, strays, and even if it was behind the dustbin. And some of them eventually moved inside.

Going to town, in the centre of town, I can still smell the coffee. The coffee coming from Kadoma Cafe. And the smells in Lewis's where, at the far end, you could see all the different delicatessens like different fishes and everything. Yes, in town, in the centre of town. And then the markets. That was a place where people met and it was quite different from what it is now. Going back to Lewis's, they used to have all kinds of things there. They had secondhand books. And because I was a bookworm, I used to buy secondhand books for a shilling. One shilling - can you imagine that? One shilling then for a secondhand book, and I was always well away.

Holidays too, I remember, in Whitley Bay, where a big wave came over and smashed right over my father and he was soaked wet. And then another time in Bournemouth we had a lovely holiday down there. We all decided we're going to the Isle of White. We're going to have a little trip there and a trip back. I got my shoe stuck in the grates. And because of that, me and my mother stayed behind and my sister and my father went on the boat. But suddenly there was a storm; the wind, the rain. And I know from what my sister said, they were obviously all sick and they were waving up and down. They couldn't get back for the night; they had to stay over there because it was so bad. And my mother was walking up and down like this, saying ' Oh, I hope they're alright. I hope they're alright.' And then behold, the next morning, there they were back again with their experiences of that terrible journey of the sea. But yes, there's so many different memories. But even in Wales, where we went to, that was quite a happy memory too. Yes.