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Historic maps of Gagingwell and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Gagingwell maps
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Great Tew| Steeple Aston| Charlbury| Barford St Michael| Lower Heyford| Barford St John| Tackley| Deddington| Shorthampton| Woodstock| Chipping Norton| Over Norton
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Evacuee
My memories of Kiddington are happy memories. I was evacuated there from 1940 until 1942 during the Second World War. I was billeted with Mr & Mrs Reynolds at upper Kiddington They were very kind and looked after me well. I was eight years old when I first went there and attended the village school, during the holidays we had a great time in the fields rabbiting and doing the thing kids do. On one of these occasions I put my foot in one of the machines and finished up in Radcliffe Hospital for a week or so and was on crutches for a few weeks. Over the years I have visited the village a few times but had no contact with anyone there. I am now 80 years old and it has always been a lasting regret that I never visited or contacted the Reynolds after I returned home, and it was another 4 years until the war was over, by which time I was working and a thoughtless... Read more
My Great-Great-Grandparents
Although I have no immediate connection with Ledwell my great-great-grandparents and their family lived here in 1911. His name was George Carpenter and his wife was Alice. They had five children, all being born in Ledwell. In 1911 his job was a farm labourer and their address in 1911 was Ledwell, Steeple Aston. If anyone has any pictures of this area please can I have a look.
Thank you,
Debbie
Tew Park
I went to Tew Park in September 1940 as an evacuee, the manor house had been taken over by a school for handicapped children from Fulham, south west London. I was 13 years old and the only child from Tottenham. I soon made friends with the other children, even some from the village of Great Tew, and in 1941 I was May Queen and a boy from the village was May King. I left in 1942 and returned to Tottenham. I am the mother of Terry Maloney, my maidon name was Peggy Oliver.
Girl Guide Camp
Hi! I have fond memories of Steeple Aston. I attended a guide camp somewhere outside the village, it was the first time I had seen real countryside, we spent two weeks there. I came from London's East End there were guides from other areas of London and also guides from what I think was a boarding school, but I can't remember where from. We all got on well with each other. I seem to remember the land we camped on belonged to a farm, the name Browning comes to mind but I can't be sure. I have never forgotten that time, wonderful to be out of London at that time we had seen so much bombing and it gave me a love of the countryside. I left London when my husband and I retired. We are now living in Sussex which is lovely. It would be great if there is anyone who remembers that camp.
Memories of Times Long Gone; Miss You Guys!
I remember the years of growing up in Steeple Aston, and the fond memories that I had from back in those times. The times as kids we would all go down to the river from the time we couldn't swim as small children until the time we were young adolescents where all the big kids hung out! Picking bowls of blackberries with my mum, Janet, my mum's best friend, and my best friend, Kevin who I grew up with. I remember times we laughed together and cried together and the group of us that was so cohesive. I often wonder where they all are now? Looking at the pictures of Steeple Aston makes me so wish I could turn back the clock and do it all again, but, unfortunately, we can't do that. I miss my mum who died four years ago, and how that still hurts as if it was yesterday. Also, my father who died ten years ago. One can't turn back the clock,... Read more
Warm Sunny Days Long Gone...
I remember warm sunny days when me and the gang would go down to the local river and meet many of the guys there from surrounding villages and have a whale of a time. The summers were hot, and we spent hours upon hours just swimming, flirting, horse playing, laughing, and having so much fun. Then came the time when we all started going our seperate ways, losing track of each other as we all pursued our separate paths. Now all that's left of those times are warm sunny days long gone... the glistening of the sun on the river, the faces and friends we once had, never to be forgotten but never to be relived.
The Marlborough
The white building in the picture below the church tower was the Marlborough pub. During the war through till the early 1950s my grandmother and grandfather were licencees and my father was brought up there. I have a picture of my grandfather and myself as a small child in the back yard of the pub. I'm not sure when it stopped being a pub - my grandmother left after my grandfather died in 1953, but the last time I went to Charlbury it was a private house.
