Nostalgic memories of High Wycombe's local history
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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.
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I am writing this on behalf of my husband Tim Langridge (he doesn't do computers) He moved to High Wycombe in 1945 his father had a Dairy in Mill End Road. He went to Lyndhurst Kindergarten School until he was 7 then went to St Davids College opposite the Station until he was 11 then went to Mill Road School until he was 13 when the family moved ...Does anyone remember the Dairy,we did visit a few years ago and it is now offices for I think heating engineers
Mike Pusey is right about the Technics but I was the original drummer.Bruce Moore was a guitarist and Colin was also on guitar.Only Mick stayed on because the rest of us were too poor to buy the expensive equipment to go to the next level
I would be very pleased to hear from any of the original members on
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Chris Frey
Went shopping on these streets many times in the 1960's, was happy to see when visiting in 2012 that not much has changed.
Evacuated here just before the war, I went to Wycombe Preparatory School for six months.
I later went to the High School, which was then up Amersham Hill.
The School Sports field was at the top of the hill, adjacent to the boys' Grammar School.
I remember leaving classrooms to go , very calmly and in an orderly line, to the brick Air Raid Shelter when the Air Raid Alarm sounded. I don't remember bombs near us! ...see more
Was anybody with me when we broke into the grounds of this posh girls' school sometime in the mid Sixties? Full of beer and revolutionary fervour,we intended to swim in their open-air pool. It must have been winter,because the water was covered in plastic,which we didn't see in the dark...oh,happy days
MY grandad owned a bungalow in Lane End,i think it was money lane.He travelled from Sunbury on THAMES with horse and van ! if anyone has any photo's from that era I would love to see them.
I was born in 1966 in Swindon but I would spend every weekend in Green Street, High Wycombe with the grandparents (Austin). My father played the piano in the dance band called The Revue, which my grandad John organised. John spent his working life in the Parker Knoll factory, think he was a foreman, unfortunately he passed away in 1972 so I didn't have long to get to know him. As a child always remember ...see more
I survived the Blitz in London and moved to Wycombe before war's end. Lived in Queens Road. You can see me as an actor in a film in the Wycombe Library archives called a 'Game of Robbers". I am writing an historical novel about a Post WWII spy thriller and High Wycombe figures prominently in it as well as, US Air Force, Polish Emigres, Hodgemoor Camp etc. You can see more info at ...see more
I have many happy memories of High Wycombe as it was where I met my wife in 1990. We were married in 1992 and lived at the RAF Camp at Naphill. We also spent some time living in Booker Lane and our neighbours were a lovely couple mother and daughter Nora and Sylvia Barnes. Sadly, they are both now deceased but we visited them on many ocassions even when we had left the area.
I remember moving to High Wycombe with my Mam and Dad from Wales, I would have been about seven years old. We were coming to stay with my father's uncle and his daughter. Always remember seeing a bottle of orange juice on the doorstep, I had never seen orange juice in a bootle - only milk. My father's uncles name was Bob West and his daughter was called Dilly West, it may have been Dilys. She ...see more
