Nostalgic memories of Fairford'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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Mum, Connie Bridges, grew up here and married Peter Nelson in 1947.
I was born in London, briefly lived in Fairford and visited grandparents often for holidays.
Now live and married in Denver Colorado for 35 years. Just returned for holiday to stay with Mark and Barbara Bridges (cousin) and Peggy Bridges (Aunt).
I was born at 6 Victory Villas 8/25/47 My Mom, Iris Law, married an American serviceman and we moved to Boston in 1963. I still miss Fairford and consider it my home. Attended all the local schools. Remember those walks to school and getting in trouble for having walnut stains on my hands. My brother Tim fell out of a tree into the middle of the cricket pitch one time. I had the best childhood, we did not have a ...see more
Can anyone help me with a photo or information re the folowing? We rented a small 300 year old cottage in Fairford. From the main square, one would turn left and the cottage was down on the right in front of a convent. It had a hand pump for the water in the kitchen and the only toilet was at the end of the garden, which was quite a long way. Facing the cottage and looking to the right was a very ...see more
My family moved to Fairford with Rev Gibbs? 1937, I always lived at Victory Villas, went to infants school, Farmors School and Cirencester Grammar School, worked at Busbys garage. I love the pictures of Fairford. I remember the walnut trees and wonder how we didn't get really hurt when we would stand under the trees and throw up rocks to knock down the nuts. I ...see more
A year too young,but nobody cared.The "White Hart",right beside the photographer on the left,and the "George",is the building across on the left."The start of a miss spent youth".Arkells had a beer,B B B, but we had a take on that.Beer,Bints,and Burners.Sorry ladies,I have matured since then.We were not allowed in" The Bull"in those days,it was the domane of the "Gentry"
I see the Eight Bells, right next to the Palmer Hall. I was too young to drink in the pub at the time of this photograph, but this was a very convenient situation in later years. At the time of the photo my family had been living in The Plies for about a year, after living on Coronation Street. Ted Newport lived across the road from where the photo was taken. I would have been attending the primary school at this time, ...see more
I am 7 years old, and walking down Park Street to the cricket pitch, under the trees at the end of the row. By the look of the trees in this photograph it is a little to early in the year to go 'walnutting' in the walnut field farther down on the right. Ken Isles might be herding his cows across the road to milk from the park grounds. Alan Jeffries lives in one of the houses, can't remember which one.
Nice to see this site. I was born in Coronation Street, and lived from 1947 till 1964 in the Plies, until my marriage. I have the fondest memories of growing up in Fairford, an absoutely idyllic life for a child in those days. The freedom we had as children was great, with none of the fears associated with modern living. I am one of those who wanted to find a 'better' life elsewhere, and have lived in Canada for 40 ...see more
In 1954, my father was a USAF Officer, stationed at Fairford RAF Station. We lived in Sherborne. Every Saturday morning, my father would drive me from Sherborne to Fairford for my piano lesson. I do not remember my teacher's name; however, I clearly remember the day we walked to the Church and she showed me the beautiful stained glass windows that had been buried in the ground ...see more