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Stoke Hammond| Fenny Stratford| Bow Brickhill| Bletchley| Woburn| Woburn| Linslade| Leighton Buzzard| Woburn Sands| Simpson| Aspley Guise| Mursley| Milton Keynes| Totternhoe
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Buckinghamshire memories
1939 to 1960
I moved to Little Brickhill in 1939 when I was 2 years old, my last address in Little Brickhill was 10 Wyness Avenue. We were the first to move to to Wyness Avenue. I also knew Colonel Wyness who Wyness Avenue was named after. I went to Little Brickhill School, our education was interupted by the Second World War. I am now living in Norwich. Anyone who would like to contact me can on the following web site: scottdonald61@yahoo.co.uk
My Roots From Birth to 50years
2008 and this shop is still here. It has changed very little in looks. It was owned by the same family Bonner from my early memory of about 1950 for many years. Today it remains a post office/shop
From Birth to 25yrs
I lived at the house just at the top of photo. The outbuildings can clearly be seen in the adjoining field to the family home. I spent all my childhood years playing with my brother and friends here. I used to love watching the working barges going through the locks. My grandfather kept the Three Locks (known then as The New Inn) as publican for 16yrs. (That was when the barges were horse drawn.)
My Roots
I lived at the family home at the Three Locks, which was about one mile out of Stoke Hammond. Every Sunday from around five years of age, I walked to St Luke's Parish Church, Stoke Hammond to attend Sunday School. In later years I was the Sunday School teacher for a time. I was also confirmed here.
Along with my brother, I joined the church choir which we were members for many years. I remember we walked to the church services very often three times every Sunday. My brother also played the organ during his late teens, and he was a member of the bell ringing team. I also learnt to ring the bells about eight years ago at this church.
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
Born in Fenny Stratford
I was born at number 8 Woodbine Terrace; in attendance was nurse Brinklow the local midwife and Dr Gleeve. My parents were Jim and Vera Cusack.
Just after the begining of the war my mother, sister and grandparents moved to Fenny Stratford to be near my auntie Doris (mother's sister) and to be away from the dangers of London; they came from Dagenham and Hackney in the East End. My grandfather, Captain Walter Bates, had also just been assigned to the security at Bletchley Park. My father was in Burma in the Far East.
Until my mother managed to rent the little cottage in Woodbine Terrace, they all lived with my aunt in Church Street. After the war my grandparents returned to London, they were lucky their substantial house was still intact, however, my parents' Dagenham home had gone so they decided to stay. It took my... Read more
Council Yard
At the end of Staplehall Road, just a couple of houses down from where we lived, there was a council yard where was stored some heavy machinery, mainly a very large steam roller, a snow plow and some other wonderful giants. Sometimes after school when the yard went quiet we would climb through the fence and play on these things pretending to drive them, they had loads of wheels and levers to pull and turn. Great fun. Does anyone remember Leesons shop opposite the cinema on Watling Street? It was the first shop that I ever bought anything in. It was when sweets came off ration and my mother gave my sister and I twopence each and we walked to the shop where Mr Leeson gave us a bag each with a mixture of small goodies in. It was absolute heaven to us who had never had shop-bought sweets. Over the fence at the end of the back garden were two fields where Farmer Howard used to keep cows. There was an... Read more
