Ascot, High Street c1960
Ascot, High Street c1960 Ref: a64074
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Memories of Ascot, High Street
I was born just outside Ascot in Cheapside in 1954. In 1966 we were living in Buxton, Derbyshire and this picture brings back memories of those days when we used to visit my grandparents in south Ascot for Christmas and holidays. It used to take most of the day with 5 kids and my parents in a Ford Zephyr to travel down, it was a long journey with a big welcome at the end. All our relatives came down from London and up from the south at the same time and it was an enjoyable family get-together. The kids used to walk up to Conies sweet shop then travel back via the bog in time for tea - sandwiches, jelly and fizzy pop.
Shared on 16 June 2009
Ascot & local memories
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I was born just outside Ascot in Cheapside in 1954. In 1966 we were living in Buxton, Derbyshire and this picture brings back memories of those days when we used to visit my grandparents in south Ascot for Christmas and holidays. It used to take most of the day with 5 kids and my parents in a Ford Zephyr to travel down, it was a long journey with a big welcome at the end. All our relatives came down from London and up from the south at the same time and it was an enjoyable family get-together. The kids used to walk up to Conies sweet shop then travel back via the bog in time for tea - sandwiches, jelly and fizzy pop.
Shared on 16 June 2009
early memories of an Ascotonian.
My earliest memories of Ascot were of the wonderful people who lived in and around the Fernbank Road area. These people were and still are the true people of Ascot. Although we were all "Working-class" we had the most wonderful childhoods any children have ever had. This was a true community. Everybody had their place and were proud of it. We saw many changes and adapted to them, people were much happier then. We only had three leaders and organisers, the Church, the local Pub: and the Produce Association and all worked together to run our village.
Wonderful days which I am sure will not be repeated. Richard Dale.
Shared on 12 February 2008
On this very field the F.A cup finals were played. Of course in the imagination of young boys. It served as a picnic venue, blackberrying with Mum and sisters. Today it is a playing field with a small park for the youngsters. Sunday league football is played here now but never with those names Tom Finney, the Stanleys Matthews and Mortenson, Bert Trautmann (the german goalie). Innocent, endearing and at 60 years old when I pass the field I AM STILL NAT LOFTHOUSE!!
Mums gone, sisters moved. I see it every day. A VERY evocative photograph!!
Shared on 05 August 2006
My memories of the Three Jays.
I lived in Oriental Road which is the road that runs down the side of the pub since I was born in 1977. I met my husband in the pub in 1998, he lived in a house opposite the Three Jays which I moved into and it became our family home. Unfortunately a fire in c1999 meant that it was demolished and in its place we now have 12 two bedroomed apartments.
Shared on 13 July 2006
Dunno if this is the same place, we called it Harmans Water, on the Ascot/Bracknell road. My Uncle Albert had a little demolition firm, my brother was the driver, they were the only regulars, I as a kid worked at weekends and holidays as did other relatives. First job was to pull down the Victorian Post Office for the Bracknell Dev Corp, it was on the main road (I think. Then we pulled down Lily Hill Farm (funny, my uncle's wife was Lily), then further into the forest (or so it seemed to me) lots of jerry built bungalows one at a time as the people were rehoused, I understand there was trouble about this, is it the same place?
Shared on 09 November 2009
