Childhood

A Memory of Maids' Moreton.

I was born in a cottage opposite the Wheatsheaf pub when our village was greatly different from what it has become. I grew up in the proverbial English village. Happy days. I remember Baroness Kinloss, relative to the Duke of Buckingham , dressed all in black, knocking on our door to wait until there were no customers in Mrs. Roberts Post Office. I would be dispatched to the Post Office and run back to our house with the "all Clear". After she died, her house in the middle of the village was pulled down to make way for the new housing estate that stretched right down the length of the village,taking Culley's farm also. It truely spoilt the ambience of our village. It was a very pretty old village in my youth.
Now I live in Los Angeles, USA and travel back to my roots every year.
Carole Orpe (Smith)