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Gloucestershire memories
The Cotswold Way
I attempted to walk parts of the Cotswold Way in the late 1970s, but didn't get very far. Instead I spent time at this Youth Hostel, walking to various villages nearby, lunching in some lovely pubs. Good memories.
Ken Cook
Evacuee
I was evacuated to Daglingworth in 1941 from London and was billeted at Warrens Gorse Cottages just outside the village with my younger brother and sister. We attended the village school which was run by Miss Bacon (a bit of a tartar) and we made many friends. I particularly remember a Freddie Boulton and a Mollie Carpenter and a couple of other girls which their names have been lost in my memory but their existence still remains. Mrs Scrutton was the Lady of the Manor and lived in the Manor with her daughter Joan who was in charge of the evacuees. I was at one time billeted in the Manor House with Mrs Scrutton when a Mrs Kent who I was billeted with at Warrens Gorse Cottages moved to Gloucester and I was awaiting a new billet. It was a very strange time for us youngsters from London as we were too young to know what exactly was going on, missing our mum and dad terribly, getting the blame for... Read more
Our Honeymoon
Pat (nee Gilbert) and I were married at St. Stephen's church Sneinton in Nottingham July 1960. We arrived in Gloucester the same afternoon to be met at the train station by our hosts for a 3day honeymoon, they were the owners of the Black Horse Inn in Cranham. We have wonderful memories of the village the church and of Prinknash Abbey. We still have a beer tankard we purchased at the Abbey in thier famous dark grey pottery.
We emigrated to South Africa in 1972 and in the year 2000 (our 40th wedding anniversary) we celebrated by having a renewal of our vows at Parkdale Congregational Church roughly 1mile from St.Stephen's Church which was attended by most of our friends from our early wedding days.
A trip to see friends in Bath took us for lunch in Cranham, once again at the Black Horse Inn. All the memories came flooding back and we added more photographs to the ones of so long ago. It was a wonderful experience.
Engagement Memory
My grandparents Annie Holland and Alfred John Heeks became engaged to be married at this spot. Both from Cheltenham, they were soon after married and emmigrated to Canada and settled in Manitoba, then finally in Alberta. My grandmother had so many wonderful stories about growing up there.
The Promenade Architecture
The unique and distinctive property of the Promenade is that its roadway is twice as wide at the top end (Queens Hotel) as it is at the bottom end (High Street), while the buildings double in height from the four stories of the Municipal Offices to the two story insurance office at the top. The reduction in height is by a careful and sophisticated series of architectural gradations involving different heights of pilasters, a varying hierarchy of cornices, introduction of attic stories, raised pavements, etc. The reason for this strange doubling in width and halving in height, was to make the original, single storey spa (which was replaced by the Queens Hotel) appear relatively imposing, yet to make the walk up to it from the High Street (then the only significant street in the town) appear shorter than it was, due to false perspective.
Sunday Morning Walk to Church.
This picture evokes a strong memory of attending church with my brother when we would only have been 9 years and 8 years old. Walking together come wind, rain, or snow. One Sunday morning particularly stands out in my memory, which was when we were sent off, not adequately dressed, thick snow on the ground, both freezing cold, but looking after, and, looking out for each other.
Diving Boards Long Passed
I can't remember the 5 metre diving boards in this photo but I certainly can remember the 3 meter ones that replaced these, which have also now gone. I spent many an afternoon diving, jumping of these boards first starting on the 1 meter then the 2 metre and finaly getting the courage for the 3 metre, I can't imagine jumping off the 5 metre board in the photo as the water depth hasn't changed and you could certainly do some damadge to youself if you made a mistake, obviously that is why there are no longer there.
