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Living in Church End
I lived at number 14 for about 11 years and I miss it greatly. My parents moved from Cambridge and I was born at Mill Road in 1968. I remember long summers and playing in the fields just outside the village boundary. Neighbours were Joy and Andrew, Olive and Ray and across the road in the farm opposite was Ricky the Alsation dog. My mother had MS and my parents seperated in about 1978 when my Grandparents bought the cottage to look after my mum. They missed Anglesey too much and in 1979 we left. I still miss the place greatly and try and return for a look around every couple of years. I was in the local cub pack and after attending primary school went to the Village College briefly. I remember a family garage business called Norman's which I see has long gone and I had a friend called Edwin Bristow who lived in the big house near the church. The bakers shop has gone I see but... Read more
The War Years
I lived in a cottage in Long Lane, beyond Church End as a child during the war. I have vivid memories of my life here. The snowy winter of 1943 when the snow reached up to the cottage windows. We had no neighbours except Dick and May Norman, who lived next door. I remember "Uncle Dick", as I called him, digging a path from our door to the well - for the only source of water then was the well, and wonderfully fresh it tasted too.
I went to the village school, the head teacher when I started was a Mr. Acker (spelling) and later Mr. Robinson came. I was in Miss (Mrs?) Arnold's class. At that time the school had children up to the age of 14, and I clearly remember my first day there and being picked up by one of the "big" girls and cuddled and carried round the playground. I used to walk from the house in... Read more
LARGE MATERIAL STORE
Quite a number of years ago I visited your village and stumbled accross a large warehouse that sold all kinds of materials from the roll, and then which I used for a while. Can anyone tell me if it is still there please? Kind regards, Iris
Gamlingay School
Memories of going to school in Gamlingay will never be forgotten. I grew up in Graveley, so rode the bus to school through all the villages. I went on the school site and saw the netball team, but can't remember some of my teammates. A reunion would be wonderful. Graham Harding is also digging around for info.
Empsons Garage my Years
I left Sandye school in 1970. We lived in Potton and I started work at Empsons garage as a trained mechanic. They also repaired lorrys there too - mainly Commer. It was owned and run by Bill Empson and Steve Whitbread worked there as a mechanic. His snooty Son Geoffrey Empson also worked there - they had a dog called Tatty Bitch. When the miners strike was on and we had power cuts, we would wind the petrol [national benzel] and the dieslel from the tanks for the customers. Grace would work in the reception booking in cars etc and I would work on cars lorries and all things under Steve's eye. There was quite a large area behind the garage with greenhouses and old buildings and I would hunt in there to see what I could find Bill and his wife were very nice people and although the money wasn't great he looked after you in other ways. Bill would have a small office just off the... Read more
In The Footsteps of Dead Poets.
Just out of Trumpington, on the road to Grantchester, was the entrance to an area known as Byron’s Pool, named after Lord Byron who apparently frequented the area whilst at Cambridge University. Probably hoping to find somewhere discrete to make his next sexual conquest from what I’ve read about him since. Once through the clapper gate you made your way through an area of rough woodland that was criss-crossed with footpaths; some major and well trod; others less so with the occasional hazard of stinging nettle or bramble. If you made your way to the river, then walked upstream on the adjacent path, your ears would guide you to the weir, where between the ages of eleven and thirteen, I used to indulge in probably the most foolhardy stunt of my entire life.
The weir was basically a submerged concrete dam, in those days only about ten inches in section at the top, and which spanned most of the entire width of the river;... Read more
Florence Pansy Muggleton
Florence Pansy Muggleton born in Grantchester 1920 can trace her family back to her great, great grandparents Joseph Muggleton and Mary Ann Boutle who married at Grantchester church on 17th January 1822. Flo has many memories over the years of the village. She moved from the village in 1945 but still kept in contact via her family. If anyone has any queries about the village pre 1942 she will try and help you and can be contacted via her daughter Gill Casper at gillian.casper@ntlworld.com.
