Grendon Underwood, Buckinghamshire

Our home on the village green

I lived in Quainton in the 1950s, on the corner of The Green and Lower St.  My family had the drapers shop.  I remember bonfire night on the green, rolling down Mill Hill, Christmas carols, ballet lessons in the church hall and sitting  the 11+ exams at school and of being sent to the Sportsmans Inn for a packet of Woods or Weights cigarettes for my father.
With my parents Ray and Sylvia Wheatley, my sister Barbara and brother Ian we emigrated to Australia but I will not forget the fun we had in Quainton
    Clare Masovic nee Wheatley

MY YEARS IN NORTH MARSTON

I lived in North Marston in the 1950s, at 25 Quainton Road My Grandfather Ezra Rawlings was a tailor. I remember bonfire night on the sports field, cycling down Church Hill, Christmas carols, Friday night youth club in the school hall and being sent to the Cox's shop for a packet of Woods or Weights cigarettes for my grandfather.
I emigrated to Australia in 1961, but I will never forget the fun I had in North Marston, with Jim Tattam, Simon Carter, and Janet Gowin, also David Holden, and the rest of our gang, I also remember Lawrence Young standing as umpire in his white dust coat, and I was the scorer for the village cricket team. In those days we made our own fun, and was never bored, I feel sorry for the youth of today, they say they have nothing to do.
If any body reading this, knows the where abouts of Sandra Tickner, who was a Whitchurch lass, I would very much like to get in touch with her.

I lived here! Ref. Photo O65003

These were Elmwood Cottages in the Worminghall Road. I was born in the far end house, and lived my first 25 years in the 8th semi along. My Mum and Dad would have had our house since new. It seems odd to think that we were probably at home when this was taken.  They were demolished in 1984 to make way for brand new houses. The lovely Elm trees that used to stand in front of the houses sadly got Dutch Elm disease in the 1970s and had to be felled. Just in the foreground on the left is the village garage that was owned and run by Aubrey Bristow, and to the right, just out of picture is the Royal Oak pub, I remember the landlord as being Fred Welford for many years whilst I was growing up. The memories come flooding back.