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Historic maps of Middle Aston and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Middle Aston maps
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Steeple Aston| Lower Heyford| Deddington| Souldern| Barford St Michael| Tackley| Barford St John| Aynho| Great Tew| Adderbury| Bloxham
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Girl Guide Camp
Hi! I have fond memories of Steeple Aston. I attended a guide camp somewhere outside the village, it was the first time I had seen real countryside, we spent two weeks there. I came from London's East End there were guides from other areas of London and also guides from what I think was a boarding school, but I can't remember where from. We all got on well with each other. I seem to remember the land we camped on belonged to a farm, the name Browning comes to mind but I can't be sure. I have never forgotten that time, wonderful to be out of London at that time we had seen so much bombing and it gave me a love of the countryside. I left London when my husband and I retired. We are now living in Sussex which is lovely. It would be great if there is anyone who remembers that camp.
Memories of Times Long Gone; Miss You Guys!
I remember the years of growing up in Steeple Aston, and the fond memories that I had from back in those times. The times as kids we would all go down to the river from the time we couldn't swim as small children until the time we were young adolescents where all the big kids hung out! Picking bowls of blackberries with my mum, Janet, my mum's best friend, and my best friend, Kevin who I grew up with. I remember times we laughed together and cried together and the group of us that was so cohesive. I often wonder where they all are now? Looking at the pictures of Steeple Aston makes me so wish I could turn back the clock and do it all again, but, unfortunately, we can't do that. I miss my mum who died four years ago, and how that still hurts as if it was yesterday. Also, my father who died ten years ago. One can't turn back the clock,... Read more
Warm Sunny Days Long Gone...
I remember warm sunny days when me and the gang would go down to the local river and meet many of the guys there from surrounding villages and have a whale of a time. The summers were hot, and we spent hours upon hours just swimming, flirting, horse playing, laughing, and having so much fun. Then came the time when we all started going our seperate ways, losing track of each other as we all pursued our separate paths. Now all that's left of those times are warm sunny days long gone... the glistening of the sun on the river, the faces and friends we once had, never to be forgotten but never to be relived.
Visiting Grandad & Uncles at Noth Aston
My Father's name was Cato and he was born at North Aston. He was one of a family of eleven and although they were poor they seemed to have a very happy childhood. It was a yearly event for me when I was a child to go and visit my Grandad and Uncles who still lived in the village. There was a big old tree on the green and it could be climbed from the inside. Dad said it was like that when he was a child and my children also climbed the tree. Sadly I don't think it is there any longer. My children like to go to the church and see where one of my Uncles carved his initials behind the organ(very naughty). Some of my cousins have considered meeting on the green and having a pic-nic but I expect the locals would have a fit because most of the families Dad knew no longer live there.
Where I Was Born
I was born at 24 Freehold Street in September 1939. My mother told me that a man who lived at the top of the street came down on his bike blowing a whistle to warn people of an air raid the same day. I can still remember most of the peoples' names who lived in the street.
There was a house at the top of the street that was a shop. I went to school with the girls from the family. We could play out in the street in those days and were safe too.
I remember the milkman coming round with his pony and milk float every day. My mother used to fetch water from a tap down below our house. There was a well outside the back door, but my father sealed the cover I would imagine for obvious reasons.
Dads First Cattle
My dad had a yard here before the houses were built back in the 40s. He bought his first cows and used to milk them in a barn there.
I can remember as a small child being in the barn with mum and dad when an aeroplane crashed just behind the village hall on the corner of the cross roads close by. The pilot had parachuted out and survived. The plane was trying to get back into Upper Heyford at the time. It must have been near the end of the war or just after. No one was hurt anyway.
The Bakery
When I lived in the village there was a bakery at the building on the corner of this road where it went down to the canal. The flour was ground at the Mill over the drawbridge for making the most delicious bread you could buy in those days. My grandfather worked at the Mill grinding the flour.
The last time I visited the village there was an antique shop in its place.
