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Stokenchurch| Radnage| Watlington| Hambleden| West Wycombe| Nettlebed| Bradenham| Medmenham| Naphill| Marlow| Speen| Stoke Row| Hurley| Bisham| Great Hampden
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My Family of Anderson in Stokenchurch
I would like to remember all the members of the Anderson families in Stokenchurch. My mother was Bertha May Anderson, daughter of Abel and May Anderson. Abel's brother Harry had a chair factory in Stokenchurch called Harry Anderson and Son Ltd. This has now been demolished and in its place is an housing estate. My Anderson family originally came to Stokenchurch from Ashendon and Winchendon, Bucks. Other families connected to the Anderson Families are Saunders, Lacey, Poole, Messenger and many more. Please get in touch if you are also interested in the families of Stokenchurch. We could be related!!
Bartholomew Tipping
I started attending Bartholomew tipping, or B.T. in Stokenchurch, at 11 in September 1967 and left at 16 in July 1972. Mostly great teachers and a good school. Closed by idiots. Especially fond memories of teachers Mr. Parker (Plod), Hazel Groom later Szwierchynski (sorry if miss-spelt) and Audry Tattersall. I'd love to swap memories.
The Raven Public House
I became the licensee of The Raven in August 1982 assisted by my wife Hilary. We had previously been managers of The Blue Flag in Cadmore End for 4 years. A very basic boozer. A public bar and a Lounge bar (it had a carpet) with an off sales in between. Both my children went to Bartholomew Tipping School, but had to leave when it closed. We met so many interesting people in the 10 years that we were there. Interesting - I mean friendly, odd, educated, ignorant, rich and of course I have to include Dr. Who number 6, Colin Baker. But like many pubs, trade declined and the rent increased until we were forced to move to The Miltons Head in Chalfont St.Giles. Unfortunately my wife died in 2000 and I became a School Caretaker in Huntingdon. The Raven was renovated and is now a sort of Indian restaurant/pub. If anyone remembers Hilary and Andrew Lever I would love to catch up with the gossip. alever@supanet.com
School Days
Autunm term 1958, my first term Disraeli house, stayed until summer1961. Teacher in charge of our house dad Cooper another Woody from Marlow, smoked like a factory chimney. Everyone remembers Chalkey who batted for the other side and loved watching the boys in the showers.
Lane End Born & Bred From 1956
I grew up in Park Lane, this is the eastern side of Lane End, and then consisted of mostly 1940s- & 1950s-built council houses. I grew up in Coronation Crescent, a semi, 3 bed council house. These were not so much pebble dashed, as gravel dashed houses, sharp to the touch and the stones a mix of white, pink & red. Our back garden backed onto the farm of Mrs Archer, who kept pigs, and apparently had a pet fox she would take for a walk, but I never saw this. I went to school in Wheeler end, then later Bartholomew Tipping in Stokenchurch. I attended ballett class for a while in Lane End Village Hall. I was not so much shy as a nervous wreck, so hated any group activity. My mother always entered the Horticultural Show each year with home-made wine, jam, cakes & handicraft, also eggs from our own hens; while I did jam tarts, dinner plate garden, flowers in a jam jar & flowers in a... Read more
The Best Roast Lunches Ever
I worked in High Wycombe as a young man in my 20's and discovered the Swan pub, see the sign? Every weekday lunchtime they did a roast dinner and pudding and a coffee for a set price. No menu. I remember the dining room having some big and some small tables and the same people went there for lunch every day. Because I had only been going there 2 days a week for 2 years no-one actually spoke to me yet. The most fantastic roast lunches would be served up by two old ladies and a daughter I think. I would guess the daughter to be forty and the other ladies to be ancient. It was like school dinners on steroids. Sometimes tourists would call in and you would see them looking for a menu, "perhaps a little salad, darling, or some tuna on brown bread?". Suddenly roast lamb and three veg would clatter onto the table in front of them and they would always be too scared of the... Read more
1949 Onwards at West Wycombe
I will always consider myself fortunate to have been born in West Wycombe as it presented the ideal place for people growing up in the 50's and 60's. The village was a dream location and the school even better with a super set of friends and teachers well managed by Mr. Holdbrook the Head. We enjoyed one of the best playgrounds on The Hill that anyone could have wished for.
The Summers seemed long in those days with wall to wall football and cricket at The Pedestal Stadium accompanied by our main passion of Trainspotting. West Wycombe Station was open until 1958 and well manged by Percy the Porter who kept our gang in check whilst watching the passing trains. When it closed we built a purpose-made Camp at the north end of the down platform and watched the world go by with many friends.
Revisits are today infrequent but I am delighted to see how little things have changed due to excellent stewardship of the National Trust. The station... Read more
