The River Wye And Queen Victoria Road Bridge c1955, High Wycombe
Memories of The River Wye And Queen Victoria Road Bridge c1955, High Wycombe
Evacuee From London
Dear Sir/Madam. I am at present researching my childhood days at 86,Easton Street Boys Hostel, High Wycombe. I do remember walking to school with other boys alongside the Wye River. The name of that school escapes my memory. Unfortunately my parents were in the army during that period so a visit was few and far, the hostel authority's address at that time was 87, East End, High Wycombe. All info I have gathered from London Archives 1995. I was then a resident of Denmark so letters and the odd journey to London were few, but I acquired some faded copies of aerial photos and scraps of written material. Fortunately with my Windows 7 lap-top & google earth I can move faster and photos. Alas I moved (like evacuees) to "Wing Lodge" Wing, Berkshire, another Boys Hostel. I think it very sad that we three were separated - myself Robert, Mary, Fred. We never did become a family bond. Thanks for listening. Robert.
High Wycombe & local memories
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High Wycombe, 1956 On.
I was born in the Shrubbery Nursing home in 1956. I grew up in Lane End, about 5 miles away. I have photos of me looking awful in baggy knickers on the Rye (the park in Wycombe town) as a toddler. There was a play area on the Rye that is still there, but in my day there was a little waterway for kids to play in, long since closed as deemed dangerous by present standards. My mother always used to enter the Wycombe show with home-made wine, handicrafts & cooking. I was made to enter the 'garden on a dinner plate'. In Lane End I also had to do the jam jar & paste jar flower displays, jam tarts and I think again garden on a dinner plate. I remember when I was young the river ran through the town, and our bus stop was near it at the start of the Oxford Road. I remember the awful Woolworths, long and thin turning back on itself, lots of dark... Read more
Wycombe in The 1970's
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 him taking us to the sweet shop on Saturday mornings. My nanna would look after me and my brother on Saturday evening while mum, dad and grandad would go to the dances. My nanna (Florrie) had a sweet shop, I think in Queens Road, which she ran with her sister, Alice Vance (years unknown). Shopping was always with my nanna, I used to love getting on the buses go to the bus station and nearly every time we'd visit the department store (I think Murray's), there was a big pendulum for the clock inside. My... Read 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.
Downly Council Estate, High Wycome
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 worked in Woolworths, I remember her giving me a row for drinking all the orange juice and eating all the digestive biscuits. Sadly, after about six or nine months we moved back to Wales - I remember being picked up in a taxi and crying all the way home. My Dilly was crying too and I sometimes wonder if she is still alive. I enjoyed my time in High Wycombe and I would be very interested if anyone remembers me or has any information on Dilly West, if she is still alive. I would... Read more
My mum and dad always told me they had many happy days sat on Tom Burts Hill - where did the name come from? The building below is the original hospital I think. The view there is so nice compared to now, just houses and traffic yuk!!!
Memories of High Wycombe 1960-1975
I was also born in the Shrubbery Nursing home in 1957. We lived in Hazlemere. I remember going shopping in High Wycombe with my parents on Saturdays (in the 1960s). We used to go to Aldridges for fruit and vegetables and Brazil's (pronounced Brazzles) for pork pies and black pudding. Both shops were on the high street opposite one another. I remember Murrays department store too. I was always fascinated by the wavy canopy that hung above the front entrance. We went to see Father Chrismas there several times. There was a narrow street - almost opposite Murrays - where we used to get kippers and cod's roe (which we ate on Saturday evening whilst watching 'Doctor Who' and the Daleks on television). I remember eating cockles on a cocktail stick in a little white saucer - and sometimes shrimps - in the cornmarket. As a teenager in the 1970s, I remember buying cheap jewellery from a stall in the Guildhall, records from Percy... Read more
Netherwood School For Boys And Girls
I used to live on the London Road, two doors from St. Bernard's Convent, across the side road, in Mead Cottage. It was painted white. From 1945 to 1951 I attended Netherwood further down the London Road out of town. Where are my classmates now? Drovna. Alexandrovna Lane. You always were a bit of a mystery girl! My name was Lesley then. I love looking over the school photos of my classmates. One of my favorite stores was the newsagents opposite the school. I used to buy comic books and sweets there.
Also a toy shop in High Wycombe. Can't remember their names.
The Rye was my sanctuary. Caught tiddlers and also tadpoles which were raised in our back garden which was always teeming with frogs! My Aunt told me a few years ago that the cottage and another house had been destroyed to make way for a roundabout. Such is life. The times... Read more
Quality of LIfe
I was born in Beaconsfield in 1946, but grew up in Micklefield, Melbourne Road to be exact. Oh what lovely memories I have! Walking in Kings Woods with my father and picking bluebells; buying a threepenny bag of chips and walking home watching the smoke spiral from the chimneys just before dark. I enjoyed going to Lords and Gilbeys shops and buying sweets, having them cut out coupons from the rashion book.We would take day trips to the seaside, everyone sang on the bus and passed the hat for the driver.
I attended Netherwood School and St. Bernards Convent and we used to walk to the Rye to play lawn hockey and swing on the swings. My Dad used to take me rowing on the Rye and I used to catch tadpoles and bring them home in a bucket.
My Grandparents used to cook me huge breakfasts every Sunday - the works with cups of tea and lots of bread and butter. I was lucky, I had a better childhood... Read more
Frogmoor, High Wycombe
I arrived in High Wycombe in as a young girl in 1946, from Scotland. I attended St. Bernard's Convent school. It was situated in a very large old house on the London Road, across from the Rye. We wore school uniforms, green color, which changed to maroon later. The nuns were very strict. But we got a good education. We played field hockey on school property on Daws Hill, walked up Marlow Hill to get to it. After I left school I worked on Frogmoor. First at The Repertory Theatre, I was a secretary for The Director, a Mr. Gibson. Then I changed jobs and worked for an Accountant, Mr. Rowland, on Frogmoor. He was a great man to work for. We had no adding machines, we totalled all the books with a pencil and our brains. I moonlighted at The Palace Theatre also on Frogmoor as a Waitress and an Usher. I was saving money to go to USA where my brother and sister were. I... Read more
Vicky Mentions That Woolworths
I had a Saturday job in that Woolworths and at the end of the day one of my jobs was to oil that old and dingy wooden floor. I have two glden memories. One was being asked by Mr Ch***** (removed for legal reasons) to turn the boxes of loose biscuits around and date stamp them again a year hence. They had reached their Best Before date already. The second is working in the cage where the soft drinks were kept and being very thirsty on a hot day. I used to carefully remove the foil covered tops from Lucozade bottles and drink the top inch and then carefully replace the tops. I did this a number of times.
What Else Happened Here
There used to be a Saturday market on the left in that covered area and I used to buy a plate of cockles there and eat them with a cocktail stick. That's not very interesting though but I'll tell you something that is. When I was in my early twenties (late '70's) I met a guy, through work, called Charlie Winston who must have been 50 years old then so I am guessing he has moved on by now. He had a reputation for being a villian and, alledgedly, was a mate of the Crays. Anyway, he told me that he lost his virginity under the cornmarket. I don't know who with though, sorry.
In the early to mid 1960s High Wycombe Town Hall was a wonderland for the emerging music scene. On Tuesday nights for 7 shillings and 6 pence you could see improbable acts like The Rolling Stones, The Who, The Animals, Yardbirds Spencer Davis Group etc, etc. Even on one momentous occasion The Ike and Tina Turner Soul Review. Does anyone have any memory of any of we young oiks who would gather beforehand at "the Mod wall" surrounding the library, on the corner of the high st and (was it) Amersham Hill Road?
About 1980, in High Wycombe I met a girl, I think her name was Debbie. I met her in the road the town hall is in on a Saturday afternoon, I think she shared a house near the Rye with others. I arranged to go for a coffee the next day, Sunday, and we went for some coffee in a place in Crendon Street down a bit from the hairdressers called Gezzers now? I arranged to meet the following week but we did not meet, I can't remember what happened. I did see her a few weeks later with a guy in a pub right near the old bus station, we just nodded, I have not seen her since. Could anyone know of her? She was 24 in about 1980 and the Sunday I met her she was going to visit her mum who lived on Castlefield, does anyone have any idea who or where she is now? She had dark hair, was just a bit taller than 5ft, and... Read more
My relations worked for Goldpoint Handbags in Denmark Street.
The Cornmarket Photo 1954
The picture of the Cornmarket in High Wycombe pictures my father-in-law, Guilford Emery (now deceased), his daughter Jen (now deceased), and one of his sons, my brother-in-law David Emery. We discovered the picture when it first appeared framed in what used to be Safeways supermarket (now Morrisons) where it hangs on their wall by the checkouts. I had shopped there but never noticed it until another local spotted the family. We have had lots of discussions about the picture and where the remaining members of the family were. I purchased a picture for my husband and it hangs on our wall which always sets up a talking point.
Does anybody remeber the hand bag factory or Wendy Charlton who lived on Cock Lane?
Heady Days in 1955-1956
In January 1955 I started as a sixth former at the Royal Grammar School. It was a culture shock after an independent school, but a very good way to get focused. I lived at Frieth and commuted on the Thames Valley bus. The sixth form were a good crowd and a year later, when I left, we celebrated in the evening by downing loads of beer. Those that took part were Syd Sales, Leo Clements, George Greenwood and Jim Portlock. Where are they all now?
I used to visit the 3 cinemas, which all showed good films. Like everywhere else things have changed. The extension to the RGS is simply hideous.
BORN IN THE FRONT ROOM OF 49 SPEARING ROAD ON 16/02/53. I MUST HAVE BEEN LUCKY, THAT WAS WHEN CASTLEFIELD WAS POSH, WHEN THE TALLY MAN WAS UNARMED. ALL OUR SCHOOL UNIFORMS WERE ON TICK, BUT THE COMPANY GOT PAID. I CAN REMEMBER GOING SWIMMING ON THE RYE WITH MY WOOLLEN TRUNKS THAT GOT BIGGER THE LONGER YOU WERE IN THE POOL. I CAN REMEMBER THE COFFEE, TEA, SOUP, AND CHOCOLATE ALL TASTED THE SAME FROM THE MACHINE. BUT KEEP HILL WHEN YOU WERE A TEENAGER WAS THE PLACE TO BE. MANY A YOUNG LOVE MADE OR LOST THERE. STILL LIVE HERE NOW. DID MOVE TO NORTH YORKSHIRE FOR FOUR YEARS BUT AS THEY SAY YOU CAN TAKE THE MAN OUT OF WYCOMBE......... I CAN REMEMBER MY FIRST DRINK AT THE VAN INN WHEN I WAS JUST 16. NOW IF I WAS 16 I WOULD BE FIGHTING FOR A COUNCIL HOUSE FOR ME, THE GIRLFRIEND AND THE KIDS. AND IF THE FRONT ROOM OF 49 SPEARING ROAD CAME UP I... Read more
1949 Onwards at High Wycombe
I was born in 1949 at home in West Wycombe Road and lived in the area until 1969. My family owned one of the two Corn & Seed Merchants businesses called Jones and Rivett Limited in Oxford Street and Dovecote Mill on the Dovecote Lane. I went to school at Wycombe Technical High School in Easton Street and then worked in my family business from 1965 until I left home to go my own way in the same industry for the rest of my life ending up managing the biggest Agricultural Merchants Business in Poland and also farming there until recently before I returned to the UK.
My memories of Wycombe are many and very good ones especially the watching of Wycombe Wanderers in their rise to fame. Most of us in those days were trainspotters and many days were spent watching passings trains on the way through the town and at West Wycombe.
I felt that it was a great place to grow up but alas I frown at... Read more
I was born in 1945 in High Wycombe (which I don't remember!) in a nursing home called The Shrubbery... Has anyone heard of the place, know where it was, have any pics?