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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.
Oxfordshire memories
Eerie Sighting
I have no connection with Deddington, it was just a place I passed through while driving from Swindon where I used to live to Towcester where I worked and have since relocated to. I remember it was early morning dark and foggy, I was driving from the direction of Chipping Norton towards the traffic lights at the crossroads which I think is called the Horse Fair or something like that. Somewhere between the fish and chip shop and the lights I looked to the right and saw what I can only describe as a large very old Tudor house, the kind that has light coloured walls and old wooden beams. I remember thinking how lovely it looked but so out of place. This memory is to this day very clear in my mind. I must have driven this route many, many times since then and although I know this house is not there I still cannot pass this spot without looking for this old house, all I see is fairly... Read more
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.
Childhood in Upper Heyford
I lived in Upper Heyford from 1946 until 1965 when I was married in a double ceremony with my twin sister at St Mary's Church. I moved to Bicester. My sister who married an American from the base moved to the U.S.A. a year later.
My family, Walton, lived at 18 High Street, the thatched cottages. Later we moved to 1 Rising Hill. The cottages were nicknamed Bunny Row as everyone kept popping in and out, or so we were told. I remember the old Three Horseshoes with Dennis Chard as landlord. We used to sit in the passageway on a settle with a lemonade and packet of crisps while dad had a drink. When we were older the new Three Horseshoes was where we had our first proper drink. The other pub in the village was The Barley Mow. The Post Office was run by Mrs Reeves and was at the top of High Street on corner with Somerton Road. The Co-op was opposite the pub and later on... Read more
Upper Heyford School
My father was stationed at RAF Upper Heyford 1949 to 1953. My brothers, Peter, Michael and myself, Mary, went to the village school. My older brother Richard went to school in Steeple Aston. I remember the two rooms, the infants with Mrs Jones in the small building and the Juniors in the other. We had a teacher, a Mrs Kearney, the same surname as myself, who lived in the teachers house opposite the school. I remember some names, a Victor Gregory, Veronica Rackstraw (I think) - I'm not sure whether she was the girl who was knocked down by a car up by the Co-Op and broke her leg. There was a girl called Jennifer, I think her grandmother ran the post office. I remember a girl who I think was related to the family who ran the coach firm. She and her family went to Australia. Zena Creed, I used to call for her sometimes on the way to school.
I remember May Day and the May... Read more
