Caroline, Derby
I have quite recently moved to Derby from Scunthorpe. My oldest and dearest friend of 35yrs has asked me if I could find Bacom House in Littleover. Her late belovered Grandma was born there. We think she was born in november 1911 to Arthur and Mary Foster.

Geoffrey Alcock, Glendale, Arizona
I grew up in Elms Avenue, Littleover, in the forties. Many of the men were away in the war. I recall standing on Burton Road for ten minutes, hoping to see a single car come by on my way home from school. The Burton Road post office, opposite North Street, was in a cottage which you reached by walking through a gate and garden. Girls cried when headmaster, Mr. Maxwell, left St. Peters School. Huge concrete anti-tank barriers were constructed on Burton Road just beyond Constable Drive and also on Kings Drive just below Elms Ave. Milk was delivered by a lady in a horse drawn riding cart from Lane's farm. She would scoop milk from a churn, depositing it in the jug (covered with a knitted doyle with beads to weight it down). Mail was delivered twice a day with pick-ups as many as three times a day. Many nights we hundled under the stairs as the sirens sounded. We had our back door blown open by a bomb one night and I still have the image of my father, Arthur Alcock, puttying a new but non-matching pane of glass into one of the two panels. My mum, Kathleen would often tell me that when the war ends we will be able to buy ham and eggs. I was a little dismayed when that did not happen to the day after the war ended. Still recall seeing the first icecream a couple of years later. A girl in our street had bought it at the Rowditch, carried it on the tolley bus and then ran all the way from Uttoxeter Road to show a gaggle of us children as she rounded Elms Avenue corner. We scutinized it like it was a new baby. I have so many memories of those horrific yet happy days.