Aspenden, the Village 1923
Aspenden, the Village 1923 Ref: 74930
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Buntingford, Wyddial Hall c1955
Ref: b245012
Looking after Mungo Walker at Wyddial Hall
My mother - Peggy Barker - looked after Mungo Walker, the grandson of the Heaton-Ellises when he returned from Kenya as a 7 year old in the late 1930s. This was only for a few months until he went to boarding school. She was supposed to be teaching him Maths but I think from the sound of it, they just had a lovely time going on walks and generally acclimatising him to life in England. She is nearing 90 years old now but remembers her time at the Hall very clearly. Mungo was apparently a very sweet little boy.
Shared on Monday, November 02, 2009
Buntingford, Layston Church c1950
Ref: B245011
My Grand parents - Christopher and Dorothy McHugh nee Roblett, of Archers in Buntingford. They married here sometime between 1940-1950, the church was open air and they married on Christmas Eve. They have three children, Christopher, Bernadette (my mother) and John. They passed away over 20 years ago now.
Shared on Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Buntingford, High Street c1955
Ref: B245008
The Bell Hotel, Hare Street, Buntingford
I have recently discovered that my Great Grandfather John Main originally from Devon (a shoe maker) and then in Brixton, London as a Dairy Manager owned the Bell Hotel in Hare Street around 1905.
My Grandmother lived there as a little girl and would often tell us stories as children about how it was haunted and about secret panels etc and of an old huntsman who would sit on the garden wall!
I have several old postcards of it and the Street. He was still there in 1916 when my Grandmother married and I think on into the 1920s.
I just wondered if The Bell was still there?
Shared on Sunday, April 15, 2007
My father's people were from Wyddial, their name was Pinner. I was baptized at St. Giles, along with my sister. (My parents felt I should be old enough to remember this event). The dish in the font was cracked. I later stayed with my cousin Angela, she lived in Buntingford, her parents were from Aspenden. For the six weeks I was with her I worked for Mr Hodge, of Hodges Farm, Wyddial. My dad had worked for the same farm as a boy. I worked at the duck farm.
Shared on Thursday, December 04, 2008
Last year, as part of a two month trip from New Zealand, in mid September, my wife and I made a pilgrimage to Walkern, the place of my paternal ancestors. During the war I was taken by my mother and grandfather to Clay End, near Walkern where we stayed for a few days to avoid the bombing in London. I don't remember but I was told by my mother that I fell into a weir and had to be rescued by my grandfather. We stayed the night at the White Lion hotel and asked where there was a weir. After a bit of thinking a local pointed us to one hidden in bushes near the church. A sort of path disappeared into the bushes and leaving my wife looking at the church, a grabbed a camera and pushed through the bushes to find a path. About 50 yards in I saw the water. I can't understand why, but I drew back in fear of an old concrete weir in front of me. Now I am not afraid of water, I've spent my life splashing joyously about in it, but that weir! It was all I could do to take its photo. Strange! How far back does the subconscious go?
Shared on Saturday, July 04, 2009
