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Memories of Holyport
Little Tudor 1900's to Present
Little Tudor was the cottage that my grandmother resided in when she was a young girl. It is located on The Green in Holyport, Maidenhead. She and her brothers and sisters grew up here in the 1900s. I visited it last summer for the first time ... it looked the same as pictures my grandmother had of it when she returned for a visit in the 1960s. I would love to find out of the history of this lovely old cottage. It used to house three families, now it has been converted to a single family home. Just lovely! Wish I knew the date it was built and the history of it.
My friend Jean and I lived at Dorney Reach and we used to go for walks by the river Thames with my dog. On Sunday afternoons we would then cross over the walkway which was on top of the lock gates and buy ice-creams from the
lock-keepers shop. You could hear the roar from the weir. The children from Dorney Reach would love to help open and shut the lock gates which was done manually.
On the 1891 Census, my grandmother - Daisy Matilda Lamb - is recorded as being a 'visitor' at the home of Thomas 'Baker' Marks and his family. It appears she was born in Salisbury (tho' I have not, as yet, found a birth certificate for her) and none of the Marks family of Thames House - the large property on the left - seem to have survived in Bray. By 1901, she was working for a Frances Harrison in Holyport - tho' whether she was there in the intervening years I don't know.
We still visit and I photograph Thames House every time!!
My late father Cyril Cook was a Nurse and sometime during the Second World War was posted to Bray Court, which I believe was a Naval Training School. If any one has any information about Bray Court during the Second World War, I would be most interested. Ken Cook
Hotel de Paris
I worked as a commis, or trainee waiter at the Hotel de Paris during the summer season of 1957. Unfortunately I never had or saw a photograph of the hotel until now (as I remember it. My family left England in 1958 and was not able to return until the 1970's and by that time it was gone. Some memories that I remember clearly are of the days when no expense was spared i.e. a full size dance floor with orchestra at dinner and Sunday Tea's. Chauffeur driven cars were the norm, indeed I worked my way up to serve guests dinner in a private Dining Room. The hotel manager (or owner) would come to breakfast with family every morning and sit at "his" table by an open window, taking pot shots at rabbits with his shot gun. Beautiful motor boats arriving to take Tea on the lawn. The Hotel reminded me of those great stories of Hotel Bemmelmans. Hopefully someone out there sees this memory plus photograph, and can... Read more
Fox's at Skindles
Ah - so someone else was at Fox's at Skindles? I was there too, quite a lot with my boyfriend (now husband), we've been married since 1981. We used to go and see the bands, Budgie, Thin Lizzie - music so loud it would never be allowed today with all this 'Health and Safety' lark. We actually saw people's ears bleeding! The ceiling did indeed fall down when Budgie played, there were £1.00 notes everywhere as they threw them into the crowd. Did a time warp a few years ago when Budgie toured Wales and we saw them play a small venue in Neath, it was really deja vu, although we are all older (and wiser? ha ha) - it was 'brilliant'. In its heyday Fox's Nightclub was brilliant; always packed out, although towards its demise I heard it went downhill, it got full of bikers and there were lots of fights and drugs (didn't someone get stabbed to death?) It closed down in the 1980's, it had basically become... Read more
Watching The Boats in The Lock
Summer Sunday afternoons were often spent at Boulters Lock when I was a child. We would have a walk along the river and end up at the lock to sit and watch the boats go in and out.
There would be the people who thought they were the bee's knees in their blazers and straw boaters but who usually managed to make a mess of getting in and out of the lock. And the dogs that would jump off the boats into the lock causing pandemonium, fortunately they all seemed to get rescued OK either by their owners or by someone from the crowd that was always there sitting on the side of the lock.