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Monkston Park maps
Historic maps of Monkston Park and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Monkston Park maps
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Monkston Park area books
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Old Reminders
My parents moved to Coffee Hall from London in 1977, there was me, my sister Emma and my mum and dad. Recently after 33 years on the estate they moved. I left it a while then went back to see what the old house looked like and it got me thinking back. I remember the first shop on Coffee Hall was a 7-11 then it went to an M+W store. I remember going to the youth club at the rear of the shops, the woman that ran it was called Jean. We would do pottery or carpentry there would be discos or they would show films and there was a tuck shop there too. Another recollection that I have is of the big walnut tree outside the Walnut Tree pub being struck by lightening and a massive branch falling. I went to Cornhill First School, the headmistress was Mrs Creacraft, my teachers were Mrs Scott and Mrs Herbert, and from there I went to Copperfield Middle School, Mr Cchapman was... Read more
Cotton Valley Farm
I lived at Cotton Valley Farm from 1955 until 1959 with my parents, Reg and Jenny Foster, and my five brothers, before we then moved to a small village called Hardmead end of February 1959; my mother is still living there. I was then aged four years and would really like to hear from anyone who has any information or photos of Cotton Valley Farm around that time, I can remember my parents pushing us in prams across the open fields. My two older brothers, Richard and Kevin, had to walk to Willen to catch the bus to school. I think we rented half of the house so we lived in only 2 bedrooms,mum and dad in one, us kids in the other. We had no electricity or water so we had, I think gas lamps and had to get water out of the well. It was really hard work for my parents with only one wage to feed and clothe us. Iwould love... Read more
Happy Days
When I was about 4 or 5 I moved from Water Eaton to Fenny. We lived with my gran, Mrs Gibson, in Church Street. We - my two brothers and myself, used to go to the Salvation Army Sunday School, we were only few doors away, and felt grown up walking the few yards away. I used to play the tambourine there (well, I used to rattle it about a bit). It was always nice and clean looking and felt homely. Next door was a 'house' that was used as a Catholic church, then next to that was our local fire brigade, all the kids used to gather round when the siren went off on the council offices, knowing lots of men would be running like mad from wherever they worked - mainly as cooks in the brush factory in Victoria Road. A year later I was old enough to go with my brothers to the County Cinema, just through a walkway opposite the house.
My gran was one... Read more
Born in Fenny Stratford
I was born at number 8 Woodbine Terrace; in attendance was nurse Brinklow the local midwife and Dr Gleeve. My parents were Jim and Vera Cusack.
Just after the begining of the war my mother, sister and grandparents moved to Fenny Stratford to be near my auntie Doris (mother's sister) and to be away from the dangers of London; they came from Dagenham and Hackney in the East End. My grandfather, Captain Walter Bates, had also just been assigned to the security at Bletchley Park. My father was in Burma in the Far East.
Until my mother managed to rent the little cottage in Woodbine Terrace, they all lived with my aunt in Church Street. After the war my grandparents returned to London, they were lucky their substantial house was still intact, however, my parents' Dagenham home had gone so they decided to stay. It took my... Read more
Council Yard
At the end of Staplehall Road, just a couple of houses down from where we lived, there was a council yard where was stored some heavy machinery, mainly a very large steam roller, a snow plow and some other wonderful giants. Sometimes after school when the yard went quiet we would climb through the fence and play on these things pretending to drive them, they had loads of wheels and levers to pull and turn. Great fun. Does anyone remember Leesons shop opposite the cinema on Watling Street? It was the first shop that I ever bought anything in. It was when sweets came off ration and my mother gave my sister and I twopence each and we walked to the shop where Mr Leeson gave us a bag each with a mixture of small goodies in. It was absolute heaven to us who had never had shop-bought sweets. Over the fence at the end of the back garden were two fields where Farmer Howard used to keep cows. There was an... Read more
Furzton Lake
I am greatly surprised that there are no photos of Furzton Lake in the Frith archive. Our son David lived in a modern terraced house in Winsford Hill, Furzton until 2005. I remember there was a gap in the hedge with a gate we installed between his garden and Coldharbour Spinney. Many times we strolled through the Spinney to reach Furzton Lake - if you walked really briskly you could make a complete lap of the lake in less than an hour. However, on the furthest side of the lake there was the Furzton Lake Inn which frequently tempted us to take a breather and a pint! In winter it was a welcome opportunity to get warm again after braving the biting winds which blew across Furzton Lake - sometimes the wind even created waves!
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 was all about. It is amazing that the buildings have endured as long as they have. I found it peacful and serene even though the Great Linford Manor is now a recording studio. I hope to return one day and spend more than a couple of hours and see more of the area.
