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Rodwells
I was landlord of The New Inn public house in Bridge Street and dealt wih Rodwells over the years The lorry is delieveing to the A.B.C. Off licence shop. both Rodwells and A.B.C. have ceased to exist. Mike Hall
Market Day
My father was a drover who worked at the cattle market untill it closed in the 1950s. His name was Reg Coulton (Ginger). I rode on the back of his motorbike all the way from Northampton. I also rember the poultry was sold in a yard further down the street Kept warm in the winter in BARONS GRILL. Happy days.
WAR BABY
I was born in Olney in May 1945. My mum had been sent from bombed out East London to a safe place to have her baby, me. I was taken back to London 2 weeks after I was born. The house where I was born had been set up for pregnant women to have their babies. I was told that the library in the house was designed by Sir John Soane. The house was later turned into a health farm. I should love to go back to Olney for a visit one day, I am now 65 so it's a few moons ago when I was born there. If anyone ever reads this and knows any news of Olney area I should love to hear from you please. Thanks, Ms Carol Chaplin. email: caran166@aol.com
My First Day at Work
I can never pass through Maids Moreton without recalling my first day at work as an apprentice electrician for The East Midlands Electricity Board, Buckingham. It was April 14th 1958 and I was assigned to Mr Jack Holland, electrician, and we were sent to install a lighting point in a rear toilet for 'Mrs Holmes, The Old Bakehouse, Main Street', and I have never fogotten it. It was the beginning of a career in the electrical business until I retired in 2003, having completed over 45 years in the trade. I can never forget that address nor the gentleman, now sadly gone, who gave me my first start on that long 'electrical road'. Thank you Jack.
Rick Brock, 2009.
Maids Moreton
I remember spending part of school summer holidays here as my grandparents lived in the village, they were Robert John King and Florence Emma King, nee Stanton. I used to go across to the shop from their cottage on Main Street and buy 'Hubbly Bubbly', always pineapple flavour, I remember the Old Post office and Scotts Farm, 'The Wheatsheaf' pub and 'The Buckingham Arms'. And dad would show me the old school and tell me the rhyme, 'Holy Bible, key of the door, eighteen hundred and fifty four, I remember there was a plaque over the door of the school with those symbols on. Summers there were always fine and warm, obviously not, but they seemed that way. I would visit cousins who lived down near St Edmunds church, and visit grampy on his allotment. Happy days!
We Lived at 3 Chapel End With Mrs Crook
I was evacuated aged 5 years old to Akeley during the war with my mother. I can remember going to the school on the village square and being allowed to play in the field behind when the weather was fine. My friends were two brothers and a sister from the Jones family living next door at no 2. We used to raid the farmer's orchard for apples until he came running out shouting and chasing us. I can't recall if he ever managed to catch us. What a miserable, bad tempered old man he was or so it seemed. Opposite our house was the Chapel where every Sunday we would listen to the singing of the congregation - it appeared to me that they sang the very same hymns every week. It was a happy place for me to live but not for my mother who often cried which, I didn't realise until I was older, was due to the effects of the war going on. When I returned to... Read more
Challoners Hill
I lived at no. 1 Challoners Hill otherwise known as The Stores. In the photograph the petrol pumps are just visible on the left hand side of the road.
Across the road Vic Burrows ran the bakery and we were treated to the smell of freshly baked bread every morning. Mrs Whiting had the newsagents and Cyril and Ruby Griffin ran the Fountain Pub. There were five pubs in Steeple Claydon whereas poor old Middle Claydon, East Claydon and Botolph Claydon didn't have one between them. We had nine shops including a post office and they supplied all our needs. At Austins you could buy fishing tackle and a penknife and get a haircut if you wanted one. Dennis Robinson, who also ran the Phoenix pub, would mend your bike and, (and this was torture for us boys) would display the latest Raliegh bike in his workshop window. We would gaze at it for hours making ambitious plans to raise the ten or twelve pounds required to buy it. We... Read more
