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St Anselms Church Youth Club Easter Monday Ramble to The Sugar Loaf Inn
Every Easter and Spring Bank Holiday Monday (Whitsun as we used to call it) our youth club from Hatch End's St Anselms Church organised a ramble. In 1963 we had a splendid hike starting from Chalfont and Latimer station with our first stop just up the road at the Sugar Loaf Inn! These were popular activities for many years and I fondly remember so many friends I walked with: Judy Coles, Paul Gillam, Linda Clayton, John Walker, Marion Ashworth, Ian Francis, Carol Mulcaster, Betty Brewer, Mick Wilson, Michael Cox, Stan Ashworth, Barry Jolly, Stuart Kotchie and many others. Where are you all now and do you remember these hikes I wonder?
Buckinghamshire memories
Living at Latimer Village
I lived in Hollytree Cottage during the sixties, and was christened at St. Mary Magdalen Latimer. My father worked for Lord Chesham. Our house used to be the Cavendish Arms, a pub at one time. Many of the staff from the big house lived in the village after retiring at that time. We had a good village shop and everyone was very friendly.
1967-1968 Latimer House
I was posted to joint services staff college as it was then, I was there for 6 months during which time as a cook I served many famous people, including the Queen! Many fond memories for me, it was a very nice place.
My Time at The JSSC Latimer 1966 to 1968
I loved my time at this place.
JSSC Latimer
When I arrived at Latimer I went to find the guard room, only to find they did not have one, only a picket room. I was then asked if I was married, and told that if not I would be by the time I left the camp, they were right. I think the chap in the picket room was called Chicko. I had a great time at the MT section, the WRAC girls were nice. I was asked by an officer at nearby RAF Holton why I was driving an army staff car with a Commander of the Royal Navy as a passenger, during my time at Latimer I collected Members of Parliament and people like Sir Richard Crossman, they gave lectures at Latimer. David
My Ancesters!
My memories are not of my own associations with Latimer, but I still feel a great affection for the place. When my grandparents got married in 1897 they went for a brief honeymoon in Latimer. My grandfather's aunt, Elizabeth Amanda Smith, had married the school master, Edward Stevens, and the family lived in the old school house. They invited my grandparents to spend their honeymoon there and I am told they had fond memories of the beautiful little village - as it was then!
Many years later, probably in the 1950s, my father and I visited Latimer and found the old school house probably looking much as it did in my grandparents days. What a beautiful district! I wonder if there are any records surviving from the school, listing it's teachers, and if Edward Stevens name is recorded there. I do not know where they are buried. I wonder if anyone can tell me if they are in the local churchyard? I would dearly love to have... Read more
Happy Days In Latimer
It was only two years or so, from 1959-61, aged 6-8, but it still seems as if the happiest period of my childhood in Latimer was one long, endless, glorious summer. My dad was in the army, in the King's Own Scottish Borderers, attached to the Joint Services Staff College there, now Latimer House, the conference centre. I don't know what my dad's job was, but his office, behind the married quarters and since demolished, was later (fortunately after we'd moved to Scotland) bombed by the IRA. Dad's secretary, Aunty Edna as we knew her (wife of Chick Allen), was injured in the blast. Chick and Edna had a grey alsation called Smokey. She seemed gigantic to us kids and would let us ride on her or rest our heads on her flank as she lay in the sun. She followed us when we played, and guarded us, nudging us off the road when a rare motor vehicle came along. Talking of 'aunties' - my brother Peter (2 years younger) and I... Read more
