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Eaglestone maps
Historic maps of Eaglestone and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Eaglestone maps
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Eaglestone area books
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Old Reminders
My parents moved to Coffee Hall from London in 1977, there was me, my sister Emma and my mum and dad. Recently after 33 years on the estate they moved. I left it a while then went back to see what the old house looked like and it got me thinking back. I remember the first shop on Coffee Hall was a 7-11 then it went to an M+W store. I remember going to the youth club at the rear of the shops, the woman that ran it was called Jean. We would do pottery or carpentry there would be discos or they would show films and there was a tuck shop there too. Another recollection that I have is of the big walnut tree outside the Walnut Tree pub being struck by lightening and a massive branch falling. I went to Cornhill First School, the headmistress was Mrs Creacraft, my teachers were Mrs Scott and Mrs Herbert, and from there I went to Copperfield Middle School, Mr Cchapman was... Read more
Furzton Lake
I am greatly surprised that there are no photos of Furzton Lake in the Frith archive. Our son David lived in a modern terraced house in Winsford Hill, Furzton until 2005. I remember there was a gap in the hedge with a gate we installed between his garden and Coldharbour Spinney. Many times we strolled through the Spinney to reach Furzton Lake - if you walked really briskly you could make a complete lap of the lake in less than an hour. However, on the furthest side of the lake there was the Furzton Lake Inn which frequently tempted us to take a breather and a pint! In winter it was a welcome opportunity to get warm again after braving the biting winds which blew across Furzton Lake - sometimes the wind even created waves!
Loughton
Loughton was the village I grew up in. A loveley village surrounded by countryside and farm land. I grew up in Railway Cottages, somtimes known as Fog Cottages. Me and my friend Marlene used to sit on the fence train numbering. I also remember going for walks in Linford Wood wich was huge then and full of bluebells and primroses. In the summer we would also collect rose hips and blackberries. The mushrooms we collected in the field opposite the house were as big as dinner plates, The fields were full of buttercups and daisies where we spent many a happy hour making daisy chains. Down the lane called Leys Lane, Bella Scott had her farm. Bella used to go through the village in a pony and trap. George Higgs was the postman and Frank Ebbs was the milkman. In the winter the village would flood and you couldn't get to the shop as the water was up to the shop door. We went to Shenley infants' school where the... Read more
Memories of Shenley
I am Frank and Dorothy Ebbs's eldest daughter, sadly both deceased now, mum died last May; I lived the first 5 years at Manor Farm, Shenley Church End and then we moved to Manor Haven just beyond the Almshouses; Used to help dad on his milkround; used to love helping him bottle the milk; I do wonder if there is any spare land with no buildings on it in Shenley Wood.... the greatest of memories. Then I married in 1966, went to Wimbledon to live, that broke up, (my ex has since died) back to Hemel Hempstead for a new abode, there, 5 years ago I was hounded out really, by children whose mums were not watching them and came to Stoke Goldington for some peace and quiet. But Shenley is a lovely place if only I could find an abode there.
Where The Name Heelands Orginated
I was told a tale by Mrs Lester of Bradwell Village that one day the lord of Bradwell Manor had visitors from Scotland staying, and early one morning as they looked out of their bedroom window and looked across the fields towards Heelands they remarked how much the scenery reminded them of home and the Hi'glands, and this is how the name became.
Cotton Valley Farm
I lived at Cotton Valley Farm from 1955 until 1959 with my parents, Reg and Jenny Foster, and my five brothers, before we then moved to a small village called Hardmead end of February 1959; my mother is still living there. I was then aged four years and would really like to hear from anyone who has any information or photos of Cotton Valley Farm around that time, I can remember my parents pushing us in prams across the open fields. My two older brothers, Richard and Kevin, had to walk to Willen to catch the bus to school. I think we rented half of the house so we lived in only 2 bedrooms,mum and dad in one, us kids in the other. We had no electricity or water so we had, I think gas lamps and had to get water out of the well. It was really hard work for my parents with only one wage to feed and clothe us. Iwould love... Read more
Happy Days
When I was about 4 or 5 I moved from Water Eaton to Fenny. We lived with my gran, Mrs Gibson, in Church Street. We - my two brothers and myself, used to go to the Salvation Army Sunday School, we were only few doors away, and felt grown up walking the few yards away. I used to play the tambourine there (well, I used to rattle it about a bit). It was always nice and clean looking and felt homely. Next door was a 'house' that was used as a Catholic church, then next to that was our local fire brigade, all the kids used to gather round when the siren went off on the council offices, knowing lots of men would be running like mad from wherever they worked - mainly as cooks in the brush factory in Victoria Road. A year later I was old enough to go with my brothers to the County Cinema, just through a walkway opposite the house.
My gran was one... Read more
