Nostalgic memories of Borden's local history

Share your own memories of Borden and read what others have said

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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I remember going to Sunday School at the Methodist Church in Oad Street back in the 1950s. My brother and I had to walk all the way from Munsgore Farm where George Whitehead had his dairy. Mrs Mills and Mrs Bourne run the Sunday School, Mrs Bourne played the organ or the piano. They also took all the children on a Sunday School trip, I can remember going on a coach to the coast. ...see more
I have many fond memories of the chalk pit and the pug hole, of Borden and many great adventures I had as a boy, along with my chums, Tim, Lou, Roger. There was also a council tip where we got old pram wheels to make up go-karts. I remember hop picking there, and all the scrumping we got away with! The whole area was awash with fruit and veg. I lived just down from Borden by Westlands School (Newlands Avenue). More to come.
I was born and raised in Borden until I got married at the age of 22. My mother and her family all grew up in Borden. My grandfather was the local blacksmith, and I remember very well watching him shoe the big Shire horses and helping him by operating the bellows on the forge to get the coals hot and then watching him shape and fit the shoe to the horse, and then that wondrous smell of the horse's hoof burning so that ...see more