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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.
Oxfordshire memories
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
The Hook Norton Brewery
This Oxfordshire village has a fine brewery and one summer's day they organised an open day, tours of the brewery, ale sampling and entertainment. I was part of that entertainment playing my accordian with the Whitethorn Band. The acoustics were absolutely fabulous as we sat on the kegs of beer and provided music for Whitethorn Morris and their repertoire of clog dances. When we had finshed both our tour of the brewery and our entertaining I was asked by the organisers where I had parked my car which I thought was rather strange! Then I realised why - they gave me two crates of Jackpot Ale as a thank you to our team of dancers and musicians. Our lovely day was rounded off with a visit to the Pear Tree Inn and a garden picnic in the nearby cottage of Richard Hellyer. Fine weather, fine beer, fine company, fine dancing and dare I say - fine music! A lovely memory of Hook Norton.
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
Eerie Sighting
I have no connection with Deddington, it was just a place I passed through while driving from Swindon where I used to live to Towcester where I worked and have since relocated to. I remember it was early morning dark and foggy, I was driving from the direction of Chipping Norton towards the traffic lights at the crossroads which I think is called the Horse Fair or something like that. Somewhere between the fish and chip shop and the lights I looked to the right and saw what I can only describe as a large very old Tudor house, the kind that has light coloured walls and old wooden beams. I remember thinking how lovely it looked but so out of place. This memory is to this day very clear in my mind. I must have driven this route many, many times since then and although I know this house is not there I still cannot pass this spot without looking for this old house, all I see is fairly... Read more
Peace And Quiet
Late summer evenings in Bloxham. Best place on earth. We are so lucky to live here.
Visiting Grandad & Uncles at Noth Aston
My Father's name was Cato and he was born at North Aston. He was one of a family of eleven and although they were poor they seemed to have a very happy childhood. It was a yearly event for me when I was a child to go and visit my Grandad and Uncles who still lived in the village. There was a big old tree on the green and it could be climbed from the inside. Dad said it was like that when he was a child and my children also climbed the tree. Sadly I don't think it is there any longer. My children like to go to the church and see where one of my Uncles carved his initials behind the organ(very naughty). Some of my cousins have considered meeting on the green and having a pic-nic but I expect the locals would have a fit because most of the families Dad knew no longer live there.
