Year: 1952Almondsbury I know the above scene well! I attended the Knole Park house - now sadly demolished - which was then a boarding school, St. Catherine's. One weekend we went on a day trip to the shore of the Severn.......fascinating place. Would love to go sometime and spend a night at the Old Bowl Inn. I understand that St.Mary's in Lower Almondsbury is now a closed church.........I remember walking down the hill on numerous occasions and seeing the War Memorial. I was on holiday with a friend in the late sixties in Bristol and took a trip to Almondsbury and my old school, but found it deserted and empty with grass in back of the house much overgrown.......a very eerie experience. The private homes along the left-hand side of the driveway as you approached the building were still occupied, it seemed. Anyone else have any knowledge of memories of this?
I grew up in London (Ealing is my hometown) and moved to Washington, DC in 1968, but return to London once or twice a year. Would love to know something of the history and family who originally lived at Knole Park..........
And now: back to watching the Democratic Convention coverage! I'm an Obama for President, woman!
Year: 1955When I was a Lad.... Ahh.. What a rush of memories return to my mind as I ponder the view of the vale of Almondsbury laid out before me. I grew up in the lower village (then known as marshwell crescent). My father's family hailed from the deepest depths of Patchway common, where my Grandfather was the local Cobbler (always making ready the boots of the local gypsies as they prepared to make their yearly trek to Kent for the hop picking season, and paying my grandfather on their return from picking). I have wonderful memories of running, hiding, and enjoying family picnics on the tumps, and enjoying a glass of cool lemonade from the local pub (Swan on the hill), while my parents inbibed a glass of a more portly brew. Every weekend, we local lads would wind our way down to the marshes, to catch our share of elvers who were always there in abundance, living in the myriad of reens that inhabit that marsh area. I can truly say from the bottom of my heart, I was, and am blessed to be called an Almondsbury lad!