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Daventry, High Street c1950
Daventry, High Street c1950 Ref: D83002
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 Daventry, Recreation Ground c1965 (ref: D83085) |
Year: 1965
Round the rec
Hi there I remember the day that this engine arrived in the rec. It was a source of great entertainment for us youngsters particulary, as originally everything was accessible. I remember climbing up on the footplate and seeing a little lad emerging from the firebox. It was rumoured that it was possible to get into the boiler and exit up the funnel but I never saw it done! It was great for playing hide and seek - I found one hiding place that no-one ever found. Sadly, even back then, Steel plates were soon welded over the more interesting points of access but it remained a popular attraction on every visit to the rec. Notice the railings around the roof? They are more recent. One proof of male bravado amongst the 9 to 12 year olds was jumping off the roof onto the grass below. Can you imagine that happening nowadays? I do not live in Daventry any more and I was saddened on a recent visit to see the state that the old chuffer had been allowed to get into. All the best Dave Cairns Last edited: 01/11/2006 22:48 by Dave Cairns |
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 Daventry, Holy Cross Church c1955 (ref: D83007) |
Year: 1958
My Wedding Day
Hi there, I was married in The Church of The Holy Cross on November 1st 1958. It was a very cold day as you would imagine, being Winter time, but it was a lovely sunny day. I remember walking up to the big doors on my Fathers` arm and feeling so happy. There were loads of friends and other people on each side. My Father owned The "Danetre Fancy Bakery". He was "Simply the Best". He made and iced my beautiful wedding cake. We had our reception at The B.B.C club, which probably isn`t there now. I would like to know. I was married in white and carried a bouquet of peach roses. The bridesmaids had matching peach dresses, which, even today would be acceptable. They were really beautiful!! My sister and my friend were my bridesmaids. I intend to come back sometime soon to visit my friend and see what Daventry is like now. I expect that I will get lost. I could go on but I would probably bore you, so I won't, Kind regards to you and Daventry, from Jo Keenan. Last edited: 29/10/2006 23:35 by Joanna Keeenan |
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On the Grn A memory of Newnham, Northamptonshire Iremember when Ry and Tania took over the Roma and we had the Maltsters at Badby. And I remember when the takings went missing from the 'music on the green' charity event last Sat, June 2008. [Well, someone has to leave a comment.] Last edited: 11/07/2008 13:48 by Marcus Hume |
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Year: 1959
Early years A memory of Woodford Halse, Northamptonshire My early memories of Woodford, were being taken by bus, from Byfield Primary School, to the Moravian church, in Parsons Street, for the polio injection, also of going to the cinema, which was opposite the Post Office, to see the Big Country. Some of my relatives, worked on the railway, I spent a lot of happy times, watching the comings and goings, to the sheds, watching the Master Cutler and the Yorkshireman, the two high speed mainline trains, at that time. Posted: 22/02/2007 16:50 by Neville Eyles |
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Year: 1954
early schooldays. A memory of Byfield, Northamptonshire My memories of Byfield, where I lived on the brand new council estate, in Lovett Road, are idyllic. I was there from age 6 to 10, then we moved to York. We children had to walk what seemed like miles, in all weathers, to the village school which was on the opposite side of the village. Passing the sweet shop on Dolls Hill, where halfpenny chews, sherbert dips and gobstoppers were the treat of the week, we would race down the hill to the stream at the bottom,over the bridge, then through the centre of the old village which had an Inn on either side of the road. One of these, The Rose & Crown(?) used to be the meeting place for the Hunt, an incredibly exciting and glamorous event...I was lucky enough to get "blooded" one year, much to the horror of my Mother. The smell of fresh bread coming from Mr. Smith's used to slow us down, and we used to peer through the door at the very round, pink and flour- covered baker. He had no time for us, so we continued on our way passing ancient stone houses, some thatched cottages, high stone walls covered in moss and stonecrop. The village school must have had only about 50 children, if that. It had only two classes; the elder children were taught by Mr Jackson the headmaster and we younger ones by "Miss." Mr. Jackson used to sit on a very high lectern-like wooden desk, so could see everything that was going on. He terrified me. So did arithmetic, which he taught. In every annual report he commented that "Rosemarie must learn to overcome her fear of arithmetic". I never have. We children had plenty of activities to keep us entertained.There was the wonderful playing fields below the church, where I spent hours on the swings and took many a tumble from the slide onto the gravel. There was no supervision, scabby knees were the norm, we simply cried then started again. My friend John Dunkley and I loved to go to the stream where we used to collect frog spawn and watch the tadpoles develop, catch minnows and sticklebacks, caterpillars, butterflies and ladybirds. I shudder to think how many of these creatures we destroyed in our attempts to understand how their anatomy worked. The ballet class I was enrolled into was intended to transform me from a tom-boy into a young lady, but soon showed I was no budding Fonteyn. Tap dancing was my preference, because I got to wear red shoes and it made a lot of noise. Mother made my tu-tu, as did all the other Mums, for the big performance at the annual fete on the Vicarage lawn. Church was a big part of village life. The church was certainly impressive, with a steeple reaching forever, but this was lost on me at the time; more important was playing under the yew trees and a morbid fascination for gravestones. Sunday school was obligatory for me, but I enjoyed it, though I did play truant one day when the attraction of the nearby playing field was too much of a temptation. I was found out and it never happened again. I have lived in a tiny rural village in Cyprus for the last 15 years, trying to capture the country life of yesteryear. I have never had the opportunity to visit Byfield and often wonder about my friends, Edna Dunkley, Penny Lucas, Rosamund Pereira, Delia Peasnall. Byfield is still very much in my heart . Posted: 01/04/2007 16:03 by Rosemarie Delaney |
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