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Ashbury| Shrivenham| Woolstone| Watchfield| Uffington| Wanborough| Kingston Lisle| Badbury| Highworth| Lambourn| Chiseldon| Childrey| Aldbourne| Faringdon| Hodson| Stanford In The Vale
Ashbury area books
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Wiltshire memories
My Grandmother's Family in Kingstone Winslow
Nearly all my holidays were spent in Kingston Winslow, in the 1950s. I was brought up in London, but would have loved to have lived in K. Winslow. permanently. My family were the Becketts, and lived in a small terraced thatched cottage. My mother used to take me there, or I went with my grandmother, Ada. Sometimes my London cousins would come as well. By the time I was born, my great-grandfather John Beckett had died, but my great-grandmother Sarah was there. I had a great-uncle, Bill, my Nan's brother, who also lived in the cottage . He had been in the army and had sustained heat stroke abroad .He was permanently disabled by this, but still remained mobile in his hand-propelled wheelchair, and he used crutches to walk. I had lots of cousins and great-uncles and aunts. I even went to Sunday School a few times. In the 1950s, for the first few days of my stay, my K. Winslow cousins and I usually had difficulty understanding each other.... Read more
My Holidays
I remember my holidays spent in the village from an early age, they were happy times. I stayed with my Gran & Grampy Cannings who lived at Model Cottage, my cousins lived in the house next door. My brother and I spent our holidays playing, we would go for long walks. My Grampy Cannings worked for Lomax who kept race horses, also my Uncle Roy worked at the same farm. My mum Sonia Cannings and her 2 brothers attended the Baydon primary school when she was young, married my dad in Baydon church, when my brother and I were born we were christened in the same church so I have a strong bond with the village. My mum would tell me about her school days and when she worked in the Smiths, the village shop. My aunts and uncle all lived in Baydon. I have a photo of Mum when she was at school, Sadly Mum has passed away at the begining of this year at the age of 83... Read more
Historical Connections
I am a New Zealander, as my more recent ancestors have been for more than one and a half centuries. My ancestors had emigrated from Highworth twice during the 1800's - firstly to Australia for 9 years with the new Australian Agricultural Company in the early 1820's ...and, then back to Highworth. In 1841 they again emmigrated, but this time permanently to NZ. Descendant families have been in NZ ever since.
Ancestral research discovered that my pre-1820s ancestors had had at least a century's association with St. Michael's Church. Church records exist of ancestral marriages and christenings from 1714 (commencing with the marriage of Henry Stokes to Deborah Watkins) through to 1815.
It is exciting for me now to see the images of the historical buildings of Highworth, which are literally half a world and now a different culture away ...and, to discover and 'feel' some tangible connection with my roots. (This Frith Collection is a great resource!)
I Miss Home
I live in America now. I have a family here, but I would like to return to Highworth one day. I was born there and Christened in St Michael's Church in 1954.
Highworth
I was only two when I moved here from south London but I remember going to school there just through an alley way off the market square, and headmaster's office was a hut in the playground. Lived in Queens Avenue which were the new council houses built as my dad worked for Vickers Armstrong at the time. Wonderful happy memories, never been back since we moved when I was around 10 years old back to London. Rember crying as I didnt want to go, I am sure my parents didn't either but then it was all work-related to our parents and we had no choice. My garden was huge (as I remember it then) with just chicken wire fences and fields beyond with cows and bluebell woods. I remember my brother being born there at home in 1955. Very happy time, hope it hasn't changed too much the pictures on here have the old world charm I remember as a kid. Thank you for bringing back these memories.
Growing up in Chis
welcome to u all from brisbane australia.I have lived here for 38 years,am very happy but chiseldon will always be in my heart.Confirmed ,married and our 4 girls were baptised in chiseldon church.We injoyed the washpool and walking over the fields to coate water,,,happy days.My first dance was like many of us at the british legion hall with david hicks and his band.My special friends were ,nancy angela,wink,josieand shirlry. I have been back many times and enjoy people from my youth.Many of you will remember my mum Anastasia also my sister stacy and virginia who still lives in wroughton.Thanks to wink who introduced me to this site.
Son of Sgt Bruce KRRC.
My father was stationed at Chisledon Camp from 1939 to 1942. Living in Littlehampton on the south coast, threatened with invasion, my mother rented the end thatched cottage of the row of cottages which face the railway line just north of the station railway bridge. This was much safer and we were able to be with my father who was in the camp just up the road. I was 7 years old, and my brother was 9. Our father's job was to teach the recruits how to drive, bren gun carriers, motor bikes, etc. My brother and I went to the school which was just behind the cottage, accessed though a hole in the hedge at the bottom of the garden (a short school run in those days). A retired shepherd had a caravan, like a gypsy caravan, parked up against the side wall of the cottage, on a bit of waste ground there. He was always in there and talked with us often. Next door were two girls the... Read more
