Nostalgic memories of Bletchley's local history
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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.
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Displaying Memories 21 - 29 of 29 in total
I worked in the orderly room. I joined the Dramatic Society and took part in the Noel Coward play 'Blithe Spirit', as the principals's brother. We all had great fun at the rehearsals. I remember on one occasion, one of the props was a bugle which appeared from the flies. Of course we all tried to blow it, when someone managed to blow a blast, it caused the Duty Oficer to appear to find what was going on. Since she was the W.A.A.F. welfare officer, we got a severe telling off.
My father worked at Bletchley Park during the Second World War. His name was Ronald Clarke. He then worked for the post office engineering after the war as did my uncle.
Jack Sundewall.
My grandfather worked at the repeater station in Bletchley also. His name was John Sundewall.
Hello Former RAF Bletchley 'inmates,' I spent a couple of happy years at RAF Bletchley which I would describe as just a dormitory station where we ate, slept and relaxed during off-duty hours from our work at RAF Stanbridge, just outside Leighton Buzzard -- 24 hour shifts round the clock at this very busy station. My time there was made very enjoyable by the fact that I met my wife there, she worked in ...see more
My uncle John Cooke owned the gravel pit mentioned along with the brush factory. We lived in Staplehall Road and used to go across Farmer Howard's field to the pits and go on the very same beach.
In the winter my brother Colin used to take me, a five year old, across to ice skate on the frozen lake, it was great fun too. In the summer we used to play in the piles of old pipes and the wigwams made of wood, ...see more
I was stationed at Raf Bletchley 1950-1953 and wonder if anyone out there had a similar exdperience. At that time Bletchley was a signals station with most of the occupants working at RAF Stanbridge but having quarters at Bletchley.
It was rather a small outfit - I worked at the Education Centre and for a short time at RAF Stanbridge. We often went into Oxford on Saturdays, and occasionally we ...see more
I can't see what all the fuss is about, about having an 'inland seaside', its a bit 'old hat'! US LOCALS had a real one, well over 50 years ago, it was great, wherever you dug there was almost pure white sand, where was it? BEACON LAKE, we used to swim or just walk across to a lovely clean 'beach'. You outsiders probably think I'm 'a mad liar' but if our calm little town wasn't ruined it would still be our 'getaway'. ...see more
When I was 15 I left Bletchley Road Secondary Modern, and went to work at MOSSES, in Fenny Stratford, I thought it was great to earn £3. a week, I done a lot with that, I used to go to lots of 'dances' a week, there was the PALACE at Wolverton, twice a week, MURSLEY village on a Friday, WILTON HALL, on Wed and Sat. We had a job deciding where to go, it was mainly WILTON HALL that won, because it was in walking distance ...see more
During the Second World War my gran owned a grocery shop at 7 Stoke Road, Water Eaton and my grandad used to take a barrow round the streets selling slabs of salt. I remember looking out of my window (at about 3 or 4 years old)and watching the foxhounds meet on the green, it was a bit scary for me being so young. I also used to like walking up Stoke Road to see an old horse called Kit, he was very gentle and ...see more
My mum and dad met walking down this road
