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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
Daneswood Convalescent Home 1958/9
I was a pre - Nursing student at Daneswood for two years. I hailed from Bolton, Lancashire and it was my first time away from home and town. I fell in love with Woburn Sands and enjoyed my time at Daneswood, to this day I have lovely memories of the place and friends made there.
I have lived in Canada now for the past 45 years having retired from teaching, nursing, and travel extensively. However, we have not managed a return trip to Woburn sands but will do so next year. I imagine the place will have changed from the sleepy village I remember and I believe Daneswood is no longer there.
I fondly remember some of the sisters there, Sister Robinson who hailed from Scotland and Sister Munn whose husband was the gardener {what a garden} and Mary the wonderful cook.
I used to love taking long hikes through the woods and the summers seem to me now idyllic. Woburn Sands definately has a large place in... Read more
Old Photo
I have a picture postcard which was sent to my mother from her mother (my gran) who was staying at Edgbury Home with my uncle, who was a baby at that time. She must have either had the baby there or been convalescing. I did not expect to find that the building still existed. I wonder if there are any records of that time.
Reminiscing
I was born in NW London. My first visit to Woburn Sands was about 1950 when my Uncle Ted and Aunt Ada moved here. They lived at the 'Dene' Aspley Hill. Aunt Ada did the housework for Mrs Russell the owner of the 'Dene' and my uncle drove a lorry for Marston Bricks. My school holidays were spent here cycling around the district. Then in 1955 my father Charles Batham bought 'Quarry Cottage' in Sandy Lane, Aspley Heath. At that time there was no electricity or sewer. Mum cooked on a wood stove and we read by oil lamps. No TV or radio. The toilet was the outhouse. I met my wife Barbara while travelling to work at Bletchley. We married in 1960 and in 1961 we purchased the 'Quarry Cottage' and half the land from my father who built a bungalow which he called 'Charlesdene'. It was then that electricity and sewers were connected. Two of my children were born there. I worked at Woburn Engineering for a few... 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
