St Giles' Church c1965, Ickenham
Memories of St Giles' Church c1965, Ickenham
Sons Christening at St Giles Church in 1991
My son was christened in this lovely church in 1991. I was married in a lovely old church, St. Marys, when I lived nearby in Northolt and was pleased to find another lovely old church in Ickenham, when I moved here in 1989. The church is well used, in many ways, by people who live in Ickenham. Ickenham is a lovely village and there is a great community spirit, every 2 years there is a festival, where there are many events all other the village, including the two churches and Swakeleys House grounds.
The Pelican Restaurant
We lived in a charming little bungalow in, I think it was called, Parkfield Avenue, a little cul-de-sac with a footpath that led to a golf course. Going out of the cul-de-sac the other way and then going right towards Swakeleys Road. We used to go shopping there. Good well known individual shops, David Griegs I remember well, I used to love the dark wood doors with the glass windows and brass fittings and the counters! were a joy to see (and to remember). The marble tops and the large (huge to a little girl) red machine which cut the bacon or/and the ham. Things were rationed, but the service was personal, very polite, and the counters and utensils scrupulously clean.The shelves, of deep, dark wood (mahogany or dark oak) were filled with jars and tins and packets of all wonderful foods, it must have been hard to believe we'd just been through a war. There was also, I believe it was a Liptons, along this parade of shops. Quite... Read more
St Giles Church.
We moved to Ickenham in early 1960s and attended the parish church of St Giles. It is a very old church, once belonging to the estate of Swakeleys House, and is on the corner of a very busy T junction, but when inside it is very quiet and peaceful with memorials to the Vyners family on the walls.
I sang in the choir on Sundays. In 1972, my husband Bob, and myself were married here. It was a very hot day for the middle of March and our family and friends came to share our celebration. We walked through the churchyard to our reception in the Church Hall. Later in 1975 our son, Mark, was christened here on a warm June day.
We lived in Ickenham for over 10 years and since we left many more houses have been built as there is easy access to commute to London on the Underground.
Must have been 1962 when I was confirmed at St Giles. We have an old super 8 film of us coming out of church, boys smartly dressed, girls veiled, some wore uniforms. We had had confirmation classes before with a young padre - wish I could remember names - he liked baked beans and had a dog! I invited one friend, Janet Cooper, and we celebrated with family members in the living room above our shop Kolordek - Glebe Ave. Danced the Twist. The church door were always open and I went there during a school dinner break (Swakeleys School) some time before my confirmation because I was rather unsure whether I wanted to take this big, serious step - I was given a sign and went through with it.
Ickenham & local memories
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Glebe Farm House. 1936.
My family were the last people to occupy Glebe Farm House, Glebe Ave, Ickenham. The area is now called Cloverlly Close. It was built in the 17th Century as a rectory. We lived there from 1933 to 1936, then moved up the road to 3 The Parade Glebe Ave. The only lighting in the farm was one gas jet in the kitchen, now at 85 years of age I still shudder when I remember my journeys at night, through the house to reach my upstairs bedroom, all I had was this one pitiful candle. Eric Hazell.
Glebe Avenue Parade of Shops
..or 1959 to 1964 The other grocers on that parade may have been the DeHond family, I think that they originated in Belgium? A very pleasant, kindly, hardworking family. I used to help out by driving their deliveries in their little Austin A35 van to their customers in the village. I still miss Ickenham, very, very much !
I worked at the Bakery for about two years, this was my second job after leaving school, which was the Bishop Ramsey Church of England School which opened in 1980 taking over Ruislip Manor and St Martins C.O.E school that was in West Drayton Middlesex. The Bakery was in the rear of the cafe and I was the pastry cook, making apple turnovers and cream cakes for the customers. The owner, a Mr Alf Carter, a grey haired man was a man of much wit, his wife helped run the shop whilst he took care of the bakery side of the business. I am sure to this day he regretted me leaving and taking on two others in my place on the YOBS Gov scheme that paid him money to have these guys working for him instead of me being paid for my good work turning out first class puff pastries, they were from Argentina and soon left when the War broke out a few months later lol. I will never forget... Read more
12 Glebe Avenue Kolordek
This picture is just too small to see if my parents' shop - Kolordek - is illustrated in the row. We moved away around 66/67. Vaiseys had the grocers next door - I was friends with their daughter, and the grocer's next to that changed hands - name escapes me - I was friends with their daughter, too, whose aunt was later married to Philip Madoc, or at least was his girlfriend at the time. I watched them sing a duet, viewing themselves in the mirror in the back room. Chemist shop out of view was run by Mrs Minns and husband. Also round that corner was The Coffee Bean, which my Amercan friend insisted on calling the Tea Shop. So many memories - I'll be back.
Shopping at Hamers
I moved to St Giles Avenue with my parents in 1948 when I was 15 years old. Before this group of shops was built, there was a little hut run by Mr Hamer and I remember my dad buying his cigarettes and newspapers there. When the new shops were built, Mr Hamer's son took over. Of course, we were still using our ration books then! I remember how reluctant my mother was to buy the new Birds Eye frozen vegetables! Ickenham station was just a short walk from the shops. I moved to the USA in 1959 but always enjoyed taking a walk down Memory Lane and visiting Hamer's on my return visits to the UK.
I went to school in Swakeleys Road - Ickenham High School. It was in an old Queen Anne House at the end of a gravel drive next to the United Reformed Church. Rectory Close was built on the land when the house was demolished. Our school uniform was lilac and navy. We used to go to the Pelican Restaurant for lunch when we were seniors and had some spare lunch money.
Along the road, the other side of the Rectory from the old school, are the Alms Houses. My Grandmother lived here and I used to stay during the day in the school hols when my parents were at work.
I used to cycle to school along the track that went past Swakeleys House and come out at the Avenue opposte Wallasy Crescent.
A Great Place to Live.
I was christened at St Giles in 1950 and lived in The Grove until I got married in 1972. I went to Breakspear Primary School and then Vyners. As a boy I was always playing in the woods by the river Pinn, building camps and rope swings across the river! No close parental supervision then. We were all able to play as "boys"and learn from our mistakes. We had no tTV until I was ten and I don't remember being bored. I only recall being out with my mates all the time. I was mad on football and played in the road every day with a tennis ball, except Sunday when I was only allowed to play in the back garden, then sing in St Gile's church choir in the afternoon. How I hated Sunday. I was in the 1st Ickenham cubs and scouts where I learnt so much and went camping! Proper camping, digging latrines, wet pits, cooking on the camp... Read more
The RAF Estate
We lived on the RAF estate in Ickenham during the late 1950s, in a semi-detached house at 14 Nettleton Road. Every RAF home mirrored the next; their furnishings were also identical. You could move from Scotland to England (which we had done) and find identical curtains, carpets and cutlery in your new home to those you had left behind. The best thing about living on an RAF estate I suspect, was that there was no shortage of people your own age. We played on the bars together and wafted in and out of each others houses, following the delectable scents of home cooking. My mother made a mean sponge cake, which she would drench with diluted golden syrup for pudding at supper time. It would lie in a lake of custard...she also made wonderful Cornish pasties, with raw meat and vegetables that retained their own taste while they cooked.
We children used to walk in a group to Park Road School every morning and back again in the afternoon.... Read more