1960s Tarpots

How it looked over 50 years ago

Tarpots 60's
Tarpots 1960's
Tarpots mid 60's
1960s Tarpots, showing Jones the butcher and just visible on the right is the familiar Shell sign where the garage stood
Ian Roberts

Pictures showing Great Tarpots when there was far less traffic about.

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  • My grandparents use to own the Tarpots service station. I lived in Lambeth Road, no7, the first house with the huge garden. I remember Joyce’s hairdressers next to the Service Station. Jones the butchers. Flairs clothing. Cross the Chemist. There were two newsagents owned I think by the same people.

    By Linda Clift (18/01/2024)
  • L. Jones butchers is my familys butchers shop my dad worked there it was owned by his grandad and then by his dad and brothers. So wish it was still around i’d probably be working there myself.

    By Chris Jones (18/09/2022)
  • Hi Ian. Were we in the same class at New Thundersley Primary? I know we used to cycle home from King Johns, and didn’t you crash your bike into a lorry at the bottom of Bread and Cheese hill?
    I remember Bartons where we used to get the full size wagon wheels in those days. I remember the chemist where I used to buy my camera film. I lived in Lambeth Road and used to get the fish and chips from your dad.
    I left Tarpots in 1966 and joined the RAF and now live in Sheringham in North Norfolk. Great days.

    By Graham Patrick (23/01/2022)
  • I am so pleased to have found these pictures of Tarpots way back. I used to live in Hatley Gardens and go to school with Lynn Mann. I remember the tin library in Rushbottom Lane!

    Janet Humphrey (ne Watkins)

    By Janet (29/09/2021)
  • Is that Neil HAMBRIDGE who was in my class. I recollect it was 3vw?

    By Michael Murphy (01/03/2021)
  • Tarpots as I remember it. The shop names and the people that ran them, lovely memories.
    Hello to Ian Roberts, I worked with his sister Hazel at Dr Acres surgery on the London Road.
    Also hello to Neil, I remember your family when I lived in Church Rd, I moved on to Rushbottom Lane and now live in Cornwall. I attended New Thundersley School.
    Everything you ever needed was to be found at Tarpots, my mother and grandmother did all the family shop there. My mother and father met at Tarpots Hall at the weekly dance, dad was freshly out of the airforce after the war, so a long time ago.
    Lynn Mann

    By Lynn Wingard (27/02/2021)
  • Ian Roberts, I was in your class at school.

    By Doreen Watkins nee Doreen Smith (24/01/2021)
  • My husband Don Mitchell used to cycle with Ian and my mum used to buy fish every week from his Dad
    Lorraine Mitchell nee Graham

    By Lorraine Mitchell (21/01/2021)
  • Excellent footage and great pics. Taking me back to my Roots..thank you for a fantastic virtual trip.

    By Chris Mott (07/09/2020)
  • In reply to this:

    Is that the Ian Roberts who was my best mate in the 70s ?
    Philip Hannan

    Yes, indeed. The one & only!

    By Ian Roberts (27/07/2020)
  • The side where the large green and white building is has not changed one bit, judging by your pictures, however, the side where the Sketchley store is, that side of Tarpots has changed beyond recognition lol.

    By Seamus (07/04/2020)
  • Is that the Ian Roberts who was my best mate in the 70s ?
    Philip Hannan

    By Phil (13/06/2019)
  • I used to work for Smiths hardware shop on a Saturday and during school holidays. This was in the early 50s. I rode a trade bike which had a pannier on the front and one on the back which when loaded with cans of paraffin became very unruly. I delivered to all sorts of places to get the heating oil to the houses. I bought my first bike off Smiths and Mr Smith let me pay it off out of my very small wage.

    By Richard. Balman. (17/01/2019)
  • I used to work at L. Jones Family Butchers on Saturdays delivering orders in an old fashioned bike with a huge pannier on top of a small front. Ian Roberts credited as the author of this page was a friend whose family had the fish shop at the other end of the parade.

    By Neal Hambridge (28/06/2018)

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