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Dunsmore People And Happenings Remembered


In 1995, when the first edition of this history was published, it seemed incredibly optimistic to have had three hundred copies printed for a market which was likely to be composed in the main of the residents of about forty properties. Ten years later the stock has run out and the opportunity arises to correct some of the errors which have become very obvious and to carry out a modicum of up-dating.

It came as something of a pleasant surprise to receive reactions from different  parts of the world, from relatives of people who featured in the booklet and from others. Some of the photographs used in the original book are no longer available and of those informants who provided contributions to the original a number have died, reinforcing the view that the history of the common man must be collected sooner rather than later if it is not to be lost forever.

July 2009

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A Wartime Evacuee

During the war I was evacuated with my family to Dunsmore and we lived in Appletree Cottage, opposite The Fox. I attended Wendover School and returned to London in 1946. At the time Robert Donat lived in Brambleberry and the Mahlers lived 50 yards down the road from us in, what I believe, had originally been the village hall. I used to ring the church bell every other Sunday when the Rev White (?) came to conduct the service. For this I received the princely sum of 3d or was it 6d, I can't remember exactly. There was another Norris family who ran the one shop in the village but we weren't related. Eileen Morton (nee Beldon) lived in the house by the pond and she was known to have phoned the Air Ministry to tell them she was about to serve dinner and her husband wasn't home - he was a test pilot, from memory. I have a copy of Peter Jewell's book, Dunsmore and it makes for very... Read more

Good Grief! Is it Nearly 19 Years Since we Met?!

Hello Peter,

Just discovered your 'Dunsmore: People And Places Remembered' Mark Two here on the 'net. Good to know you're still active (and, I hope, well).

I stumbled across the website when looking for something else on my grandfather, Thomas Murray Ford, to send to a long-lost cousin in the Bahamas whom I encountered while researching another common ancestor (the victim of the Great North London Railway Murder of 1864, but that's another story). She, it appears, is a keen genealogist and a great-great granddaughter of T. Murray Ford/Le Breton from his first son by his first marriage, as I am of his last son by his last marriage. Because of that intervening 39-year period, her great-grandfather, Thomas Murray Ford (junior), born 1880, is my oldest uncle. It seems weird to be my age and able to claim an uncle who fought in the Great War. Anyway, just thought I'd say hello and give you my best wishes - our meeting that day in 1995... Read more

Anne Boleyn's Cottages

Coldharbour Cottages, Tring Road 1899, Wendover
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My late Sister Daphne Hemmings owned No 3 Coldharbour Cottage. She passed it on to her son Jimmy Hemmings. I have fond memories of visiting her and staying awhile in these fascinating dwellings. You wouln't want to be six-foot plus with the low doorways plus the low beams, you would crack your head on the oak beams. If anyone passed away upstairs you would have to be lowered through a trapdoor located in the front bedroom in line with the front door. As a school boy in the Second World War years I used to walk from Aylesbury to Wendover up Coombe Hill to the Monument and in the war years (if my memory serves me correct) there were dummy anti-aircraft guns all around the hills. In 1965 my wife, children and myself emigrated to Australia. In 1993 we decided to have a trip back to the UK, staying with my sister for a short time, and we decided to have a walk up Coombe Hill which I hadn't done... Read more


I recall a huge thermometer erected on the clock tower, it was graduated in pounds sterling with a picture of a Spitfie at the top> We children, and of course the rest of the Wendover community subscribed as much as we could as often as we could in order to puchase our very own Spitfire, as Wendover's contribution to the war effort. I was an evacuee from the bombing of London at the time, I also recall seeing an army tank sliding into a sweet shop on the corner opposite the clock tower. I wonder if any of these wonderful people who made my stay in their village so memorable are still with us today :- Mr Mathews of Mathews Bakery, Willy Swilly, Pig Farmer and Humanist. Mrs Goodson Railway Man whom I was billeted with first. And Mr and Mrs Wright, Policeman 2nd. Avril Brackly, close friend. 'Buck' Alcott, friend. Lady Garner and 'Pinky', and Bruce Hamilton, beautiful people. Mr Pentelope, teacher, and last but not least Father Masters,... Read more

Wenover C of E School

I used to go to Wendover Primary School when it was situated beside the clock tower. The head master was then H. J. Figg Edgington. I began in Mrs Tott's class, then Mrs Connolly's, then Mr Spencer's, then Gertrude Agatha Jones's. It was the best time there. We would walk the Heron Path on nature walks, down through the 'rec towards the church and pond, then back past the stream which had sticklebacks and red throats in. We used to believe that a grey lady haunted the church tower and would pretend that we had seen her and run for our lives. Mr Edginton wore his cap and gown always and was a vicar with a dog collar. He used to spank us if we were naughty but he didn't really. He would lay us over his knee then clap his hands and pretend to. Just to let us know we had been naughty for forgetting our gym kit or whatever. I was in the school netball team and was the... Read more


My name is Forsyth now, but I was a Plumb.
I moved to Halton when I was six and joined Halton 1st School and then Wendover Middle School.
I lived in the big black and white house, which bordered the canal. There was a bridge, which my friends and I used to climb along. I expect it’s not that high, but it felt so daring at the time. We had a long garden at the front that we used to stand in to watch the air displays.
My best friends were a boy who lived opposite me and a girl who lived in the village shop - which was cool!
One day my friend, Amanda from Wendover Middle School, and I decided to run away from home. We arranged to meet at the tower in Wendover. I think we thought we could live there for some time with food we were going to take from home. We were going to meet at midnight. I must have slept really... Read more

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