Nostalgic memories of Boughton Hill'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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I too, recall the seat and many happy days spent lounging on it. Being a young teen in Boughton, I joined the Boys Brigade. I can remember 'marching' three abreast up the High Street from the Methodist Chapel to the cenotaph (seen just beyond the seat R/H side), outside St. Barnabas, bashing the life out of a side drum and holding up the traffic all the way. Ahh, happy days... I never became a drummer in ...see more
I sang in the church choir here in the 1960s. I loved singing at weddings, seeing everybody dressed up. As it was a small village many of the weddings would have elder siblings or relatives of school friends, who would have been a guest or bridesmaid. We used to get paid for weddings, I think it was sixpence.
The building on the left used to be the school canteen. I remember the crocodile of children, me included, walking down from the school for our dinner.
The white house shown was the house I grew up in. If this photo is 1960 I would have been living there at the time it was taken - how fascinating to see this. The street at the time was the main A2 and very busy. What memories this has rekindled.
I grew up in boughton in the 1960s. This is exactly as I remember it. I used to sit on this bench as a teenager with friends. I am sure we drove the residents mad.