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Little Haseley| Watlington| Great Haseley| Little Milton| Stadhampton| Ewelme| Thame| Chiselhampton| Benson| Cuddesdon| Warborough| Stokenchurch| Shillingford| Dorchester-On-Thames| Wheatley| Garsington| Wallingford| Forest Hill
Clare area books
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The Stables
As a young arrogant doctor with an imposing E-Type Jaguar, I was privileged to live at the stables with assorted collegues. One a gynaecologist, now in Cape Town, one a London based psychiatrist of vivid eccentricity and one more, whose face I forget. The gamekeeper and his wife lived next door. He was an amusing and amused observer of his young city neighbours. He introduced me to one of the owls he had nursed back to health. Barney would come when called at night and sit on the windowsill and eat apples. I was fortunate to ride with him (the game keeper, not the owl) on occasion, on a magnificent hunter. We had breakfast feasts on the lawn and dinner near a big log fires. In the mornings I frequently had to hoosh out the cows, who had pushed opwn the gate and were chomping on the lawn, that in an early morning mist. One Christmas, my South African friend brought the church to life with a Christmas service. We had parties and... Read more
Living at Model Farm
The Edwards family lived at Model Farm from 1953 to 1957. We went to Chinnor School, my brother Stuart went to Lord Williams, Thame. My mother Phyllis started 1st Shirburn & Luknor Brownies and was Captain of 1st Watlington Guides when Lady Valerie Parker was District Comissioner. She also sang in Watlington Church choir. My father Ben was Farm Manager, in his spare time he was a Special Constable. I have three sisters, Priscilla, Kathryn and Bridgid. Our grandmother Daisy Sturt lived with us. My memories of that time are swimming in the corn in the corn stores and sliding down the grain shutes in the dryer. Also putting the chains on the sacks of corn so they could be lifted up on the winch to the top floor of the building. Sheep dipping in the dip by the Dutch barns. walking with Dad at night during lambing time to check everything was ok. Having loads of lambs living in the kitchen if their mothers could not raise them and... Read more
Elizabeth Emma Wheeler
Hi My grandmother was Elizabeth Emma Wheeler, who, as far as I can ascertain, came from Watlington. I have not been able to find much information about her, even from her only surviving daughter. The only indication I have found about her early life was that she had some connection to the Dr Barnado's childrens home. I don't know if she was actually a Barnado's child, and if she definately came from Watlington. I would be grateful if anyone could give me any information that might help me trace her origins, and if there was a Dr Barnado's home in the area. Thanks Ray Mitchell - 08/01/10
George Jones
Hi,
I have recently traced my family back to George Jones born abt 1811/12 in Aston Rowant where he lived with his wife Jane and Son William. Other than the fact that he was an Agricultural Labourer and Jane a Lacemaker I know little else of them. If anyone can help I would love to talk to you, even if you have an old street map of the village or any old photo's. I recently travelled to Aston Rowant but although a beautiful village I would love to know how it looked years ago.
With Kind regards
Sharon Jones
Great Haseley
I was five when I moved to Great Haseley from Newington, near Stadhampton, with my mother, father and brother. The year was 1957 and Horse Close Cottages was a new housing estate - we were thrilled to have a bathroom and an inside toilet, a Rayburn for cooking and to keep us warm. My maternal grandfather Caleb Tyler and his parents before him lived in a two up, two down cottage next door to the Bishops opposite a pond, water was from a pump at the bottom of the Lane. My mother Kathleen Tyler, her brother Geoffrey and my father Lionel Ring from Stadhampton both attended the village school up to the age of fourteen. I attended the village school from 1957 to 1963 where Mr Hunt was headmaster, with other teachers whose names I cannot remember, we were taught a fairly wide range of subjects. Over the years I remember using the village hall for PE lessons, Christmas parties, jumble sales, cheese and wine and bingo evenings, having... Read more
A Glance Backwards
I came to live in Stadhampton in 1954 from Henley on Thames. My father was the village Policeman. I found that even for 1954 life in Stadhampton was comparatively primitive compared with what I was used to! But it was a very good life for all that. Life was gentler, slower and bore far more comparison with Victorian England than I had been used to. The village was full of 'characters'. George the Postman still suffered from Second World War shell shock. He could not/did not speak, just 'zuzzed' his way through life. He made a perfectly competent local postman, cycling around the village with his collie dog parked in the carrier on the front of his bike. Would he be employed as postman (postie) now? Not a chance. The social life of the village was centred around the Village Hall, the venue for the Youth Club, Cinema, Dances - this old thatched barn of a structure was one of the... Read more
Childhood Memories
I lived in Stadhampton from 1949 - 1952. When I was eight years old living in Rutland my parents split up leaving my Dad with three small boys rather suddenly. As was often the case in those days I was shipped out and came to Stadhampton to live with my aunt & uncle Lottie & Reg Wood during term time at what was then No1, The Close in School Lane (after other houses were built in the row it became no11). It was an interesting and rather scary experience, for all parties I suspect! A middle aged couple with no children suddenly have their routine and space invaded by a fairly lively and large 8 year old used to playing with two brothers noisily. I went to the village school at the end of the Lane which is now a private house. At that time the head teacher was Mrs Burston who wore her hair in a bun and was very strict but fair. She lived in the school house with... Read more
