Lillingstone Dayrell, Buckinghamshire

My first day at work

I can never pass through Maids Moreton without recalling my first day at work as an apprentice electrician for The East Midlands Electricity Board, Buckingham. It was April 14th 1958 and I was assigned to Mr Jack Holland, electrician, and we were sent to install a lighting point in a rear toilet for 'Mrs Holmes, The Old Bakehouse, Main Street', and... [more]

Mr and Mrs Slaymaker

My dad used to have a stall in the Market Hall in Wolverton selling groceries. I remember going with him in the van on Fridays and on the way back we would  call into to visit old family friends who lived in Cosgrove ' the slaymakers'. Not sure exactly where they lived but seem to think it was on a corner... [more]

Family-in-law!

I don't claim to know Nash all that well, but I can't believe that not one person has written anything about about such a lovely village, with what I remember, it was full of friendly and very kind people - well, I would say that! Most of them were my in-laws (many years ago). As you can see my married name... [more]

First born!

I was first on Nash page, now first on Whaddon page, and I'm from Bletchley!  Well, I moved to Whaddon in Feb 1974 with David Hogg (originally from Nash)and we lived in Stock Lane, a tied cottage, and Dave worked for Mr Bullock at his farm further up the village. The day we moved in it was snowing, and that little... [more]

Where the name Heelands orginated

I was told a tale by Mrs Lester of Bradwell Village that one day the lord of Bradwell Manor had visitors from Scotland staying, and early one morning as they looked out of their bedroom window and looked across the fields towards Heelands they remarked how much the scenery reminded them of home and the Hi'glands, and this is how the... [more]

The Great Linford

I had heard of The Great Linford and can trace genealogy back to the one subjects that lived on the Great Linford although it is not named after any of my ancestors.

In 2000, I had the opportunity to vist London and rented a car and drove out to Milton Keynes and the Great Linford just to see what it... [more]

When I was a lad

The lad leaning on the wall was John Cook, whose father was a policeman in NP, the guy to the left in the dark suite is me and the lad sitting on the pillar (to the right) was David Ashworth son of Major Ashworth who lived in Silver Street.

The Beach - we were first.

My uncle John Cooke owned the gravel pit mentioned along with the brush factory. We lived in Staplehall Road and used to go across Farmer Howard's field to the pits and go on the very same beach. In the winter my brother Colin used to take me, a five year old, across to ice skate on the frozen lake, it was great... [more]