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Marlow| High Wycombe| West Wycombe| Little Marlow| Bisham| Medmenham| Bradenham| Hambleden| Naphill| Cookham Dean| Hughenden Valley| Bourne End| Radnage| Cookham| Penn| Hurley| Hazlemere| Tylers Green| Wooburn Town| Wooburn Green| Stokenchurch| Hedsor| Speen| Cliveden| Prestwood| Maidenhead| Boyn Hill| Henley-On-Thames| Little Missenden| Taplow
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Lane End Born & Bred From 1956
I grew up in Park Lane, this is the eastern side of Lane End, and then consisted of mostly 1940s- & 1950s-built council houses. I grew up in Coronation Crescent, a semi, 3 bed council house. These were not so much pebble dashed, as gravel dashed houses, sharp to the touch and the stones a mix of white, pink & red. Our back garden backed onto the farm of Mrs Archer, who kept pigs, and apparently had a pet fox she would take for a walk, but I never saw this. I went to school in Wheeler end, then later Bartholomew Tipping in Stokenchurch. I attended ballett class for a while in Lane End Village Hall. I was not so much shy as a nervous wreck, so hated any group activity. My mother always entered the Horticultural Show each year with home-made wine, jam, cakes & handicraft, also eggs from our own hens; while I did jam tarts, dinner plate garden, flowers in a jam jar & flowers in a... Read more
Childhood Memories
My father was born in Marlow and mother had already made 2 very good friends before she met and married him. As a result we as children (I was the eldest of 6) found it a wonderful haven to be welcomed at their home on countless occasions as we were growing up. We lived in London, each journey was an adventure going to stay in the 'country'.
My first memory is being met at the station with Uncle and his bicycle and I was carried on the crossbar while he walked with my parents and me, and we stayed at their bungalow at Munday Dean. The first impression was the gasworks smell and when finally the gasworks came down I really felt it a huge miss! Not for the locals though. I have memories of Auntie lighting the oil lamps and I missed that smell too in later years. I always looked forward to the Regatta, though being in June my hay fever was always at its worst!
We had... Read more
Childhood in Marlow
I grew up in Marlow during the 60s. I have wonderful memories of a really free childhood of bike rides, exploring the woods, rowing a very old boat on the river, even swimming which my mum never found out about , and just general messing about! We used to go to Marlow Common and play in the trenches, or trek through the woods to Marlow Bottom to make camps or down to the end of St Peter's Street to fish, on weekends and holidays we would be out all day. I went to Oxford Road then to Holy Trinity schools. I remember going to see 'A Hard Days Night' at the Regal, it was fantastic! On Saturday I used to go to a Miss Hogg for piano lessons. She lived opposite where there was a fire station. I think. If there was cricket on we would go and watch with my dad and have a picnic. When I go back for a visit I am amazed at how far and... Read more
Childhood in Marlow Aged 6
A wealth of memories flood in:
Saturday morning pictures followed by sausages from Clarkes, the Butchers made by "Uncle" Len Roblett with whom I and my brother were evacuated from London together with his wife "Aunt" Rosie and their sons Goosey & Dadle up Munday Dean.
Visits to the sweet shop in old Dean Street.
Sheltering from the Doodle Bug which landed at Bovingdon Green and visits to the Bathing Place where we hired inner tubes for 1 penny.
Visits to the nurse in Spittal Street for treatment of the Impetigo and feeding batteries and coke to the pigs that were kept near the old magistrates/police station.
Watching the star footballers who were serving with the Black Watch and stationed near Marlow.
Picnics by the river and getting up to mischief up Munday Dean, led by our old friend Eddie Ellery!
Visits to the little "shop" up Munday Dean operated in a private house by Mr Edey where sometimes, presumably using our coupons, we could obtain chocolate and Aunt Rosie's... Read more
High Wycombe, 1956 On.
I was born in the Shrubbery Nursing home in 1956. I grew up in Lane End, about 5 miles away. I have photos of me looking awful in baggy knickers on the Rye (the park in Wycombe town) as a toddler. There was a play area on the Rye that is still there, but in my day there was a little waterway for kids to play in, long since closed as deemed dangerous by present standards. My mother always used to enter the Wycombe show with home-made wine, handicrafts & cooking. I was made to enter the 'garden on a dinner plate'. In Lane End I also had to do the jam jar & paste jar flower displays, jam tarts and I think again garden on a dinner plate. I remember when I was young the river ran through the town, and our bus stop was near it at the start of the Oxford Road. I remember the awful Woolworths, long and thin turning back on itself, lots of dark... Read more
Vicky Mentions That Woolworths
I had a Saturday job in that Woolworths and at the end of the day one of my jobs was to oil that old and dingy wooden floor. I have two glden memories. One was being asked by Mr Ch***** (removed for legal reasons) to turn the boxes of loose biscuits around and date stamp them again a year hence. They had reached their Best Before date already. The second is working in the cage where the soft drinks were kept and being very thirsty on a hot day. I used to carefully remove the foil covered tops from Lucozade bottles and drink the top inch and then carefully replace the tops. I did this a number of times.
What Else Happened Here
There used to be a Saturday market on the left in that covered area and I used to buy a plate of cockles there and eat them with a cocktail stick. That's not very interesting though but I'll tell you something that is. When I was in my early twenties (late '70's) I met a guy, through work, called Charlie Winston who must have been 50 years old then so I am guessing he has moved on by now. He had a reputation for being a villian and, alledgedly, was a mate of the Crays. Anyway, he told me that he lost his virginity under the cornmarket. I don't know who with though, sorry.
