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Souldern| Aynho| Lower Heyford| Steeple Aston| Deddington| Adderbury| Bicester| Barford St John| Barford St Michael| Brackley| Tackley| Bloxham

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Memories of Fritwell

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High Street c1965, Souldern
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Aged 9, evacuated to Souldern, on leaving the train I was taken to the village hall where we were all told to sit down and await to be collected, over a period of time I was selected and taken to the Hermitage, the lady of the house being Mrs Slessor. To my young mind it was like going into a palace, being waited on and even a cook and gardener, the happiest time of my life. I also remember the post office, the Fox Inn, the well at the top of the village and the women getting the water from it and going back to the cottages. My one sister lived at the post office and my other two sisters were living in the cottage, I believe the lady's name was Mrs Westbury. The lady at the post office was I believe was Mrs Bates who had a daughter.

School Days

I lived in Souldern and remember Callows shop very well. I remember Jack and Sam (who sadly was fataly injured on a tractor). I went to school with Jack's son, John, to Steeple Aston School with heyfordian coaches but most of all I remember Nancy Bowls. Used to look forward to riding in the cart up to Nancy's Wood pulled by the donkey. I even remember Nancy's mother; when she was too weary to travel, she stayed up at the wood over night, which was well equiped with cooking facilities. I think she only had one cow, bless her. We lived in two caravans in a paddock opposite the allotments, which I believe has now been built on. I would love to meet John Callows again, he was my school mate - we used to scrump apples together.

Childhood in Upper Heyford

I lived in Upper Heyford from 1946 until 1965 when I was married in a double ceremony with my twin sister at St Mary's Church. I moved to Bicester. My  sister who married an American from the base moved to the U.S.A. a year later.
My family, Walton, lived at 18 High Street, the thatched cottages. Later we moved to 1 Rising Hill. The cottages were nicknamed Bunny Row as everyone kept popping in and out, or so we were told. I remember the old Three Horseshoes with Dennis Chard as landlord. We used to sit in the passageway on a settle with a lemonade and packet of crisps while dad had a drink. When we were older the new Three Horseshoes was where we had our first proper drink. The other pub in the village was The Barley Mow. The Post Office was run by Mrs Reeves and was at the top of High Street on corner with Somerton Road. The Co-op was opposite the pub and later on... Read more

Upper Heyford School

My father was stationed at RAF Upper Heyford 1949 to 1953.  My brothers, Peter, Michael and myself, Mary, went to the village school.  My older brother Richard went to school in Steeple Aston.  I remember the two rooms, the infants with Mrs Jones in the small building and the Juniors in the other.  We had a teacher, a Mrs Kearney, the same surname as myself, who lived in the teachers house opposite the school.  I remember some names, a Victor Gregory, Veronica Rackstraw (I think) - I'm not sure whether she was the girl who was knocked down by a car up by the Co-Op and broke her leg.  There was a girl called Jennifer, I think her grandmother ran the post office.  I remember a girl who I think was related to the family who ran the coach firm.  She and her family went to Australia.  Zena Creed, I used to call for her sometimes on the way to school.

I remember May Day and the May... Read more

Memories of Upper Heyford School

I was born in Upper Heyford. My parents lived at Somerton Road, my dad came from Upper Heyford and lived at Bunny Row as it was called and still is.
I went to the local village school. The infant teacher was Mrs Jones and in the juniors the teacher was Mrs Cooper Scott, I think.
One thing that happened involved two certain boys who set fire to a hayrick in Bill Varney's yard which was close to the school(I wonder who one of those boys could be, lol) which was about 1954/55.
I can also remember most of my school friends who I still see from time to time.

RAF Upper Heyford

I was in the Parachute section at Heyford until 1950 when I left the RAF, as an ageing wrinkly my memories are not that good, But I remember we used to get a battered old coach at a weekend ( Smiths Coaches)( I believe now Heyfordian) to bring us on weekend pass to London I then lived in Essex, he would then pick us up at about midnight from Marble Arch on Sunday for the return trip, I well remember on one occasion getting carried away with a girl I was with and missing my return trip, I had to get an early morning train to Oxford then walk all the way from Oxford station back to camp to be back on parade for Mon morning, I was shattered.
Part of my Job with two others was to unload the now empty chute bags from the Dakotas when they came back from the dropping zone, the Daks did not have their side doors on and on some occasions we... Read more

My Childhood

My mother Vilet Golder was born in Upper Heyford into a large family. She married my father who came from Newcastle, she met him whilst he was serving at the RAF base. Although there were quite a few families called Golder living there at the same time, not all are from the same tree. I have managed to trace quite a few over the years and there is still a Golder living there although that was her maiden name. If you can help me trace more Golders then please dont hesitate to contact me

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