The War Memorial And Village Street 1925, Cookham
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In 1951 together with my parents & brothers we camped at a little campsite next to an old house called Strand Castle next to the strand brook. The site was run by a Mr Wallace who lived at Strand Castle..he had old army tents set up in the field & a small floating dip pool anchored in the strand brook..we, as Londoners really loved the rural site. I have several photos taken on this holiday.
I also have many happy memories of life in Cookham. We moved here from Maidenhead and brought up our children in this lovely area. The pubs of Cookham and the Dean were great and we walked for miles enjoying the scenery. We earned money by working at Copas farm throughout the season, I particularly remember turkey plucking and potato picking. We swam in Odney's water and my children and grandchildrem enjoyed messing about on boats in the sheltered waters. Why is it that such memories are always accompanied by sunshine? We now live in beautiful Devon, life in Cookham helped us to realise how much we appreciate rural life.
I don't actually remember this but I was born in Maidenhead at the Bassett's Licorice Allsorts Mansion. This was apparently used as a maternity hospital during the war. I have tried to find out more about this place but have failed. Can anyone help me? My mother was a widow but also an unmarried mother evacuated from London.
I was born in Cookham in 1952. I attended Holy Trinity Primary School and sang in the church choir. One Remembrance Sunday I was given the honour of carrying the cross at the head of the procession from the church to the war memorial. I was extremely lucky to spend my childhood in such idyllic surroundings. My brothers and I, along with many of the other local children spent many hours swimming in the river at Odney or playing on Cockmarsh. In the winter when we had snow, we used a sheet of corrugated iron as a sledge to whiz down the steep slopes before being launched into the air by the track at the bottom, like a giant ski ramp. We would spend whole days playing in nearby Quarry Woods before the onset of the evening darkness forced us to return home. My gran lived in Station Road and on my way home from her house I would stay and watch the steam trains coming through the station. My... Read more