Nostalgic memories of Burley'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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Just been to Burley for a holiday and looking at the beautiful photos on here the place hasn't changed hardly at all. Just more traffic at times. Well worth a visit if you are ever tempted to go. The Burley Wagon rides are a must.
This photo was taken in 1964 or 65. I am standing on the mounting block and my brother John is on the grey pony in the centre. The pony is a connemara called Smokey. Wendy Howes.
My christening, three months old, with my two older sisters we were all christened here, and we also went to Sunday school each Sunday where my older sister took our class.
The Queens Head is where my Mum and Dad had their first date, after meeting on Burley Street, and went on to live in Burley and have six of their seven children, before moving to Surrey.
My sisters and I would spend our pocket money of 6d old money at the shop, on a Saturday, and walk past here everyday we walked to and from school.
Our Dad worked as the gardener for the Manor Hotel, and they lived at Park Lodge, on the edge of the grounds, where my two older sisters were born.
My sisters and I would walk along here on the way to school, no traffic, quiet and peaceful, lovely times.
Walking to school, looking out onto these grounds, at weekends our Dad would watch them play cricket.
My mum Barbara Wiltshire [nee Pritchard] was brouhgt up here with her 11 brothers and sisters. She is always reminding us that she had to walk 3 miles to school and one of her brothers used to bunk off and hide in the woods until it was time to come home, sadly she has dementia now, which took hold of many of her brothers and sisters also, but she still vaguely remembers when she sees the name and photos of ...see more