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Sibford Gower maps
Historic maps of Sibford Gower and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Sibford Gower maps
Sibford Gower photos
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Sibford Gower area books
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Memories of Sibford Gower
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Theodode Lamb
Are there any photos of Theodore Lamb? I remember him very well.
The Coleman And Coleman-Cooper Families
I am researching my family who were farming labourers at Barn farm in the 1800s. My great great great great grandfather was John Coleman who had a wife Anne and two children John and William. William son went to the Crimea and later married Eliza. John must have married at some point and had a son Caleb George Coleman-Cooper that leads me to think he married a Cooper. Caleb George was brought up by his uncle William and settled in Kensington, London. So I think John must have died young. I would love to hear from any Coleman or Cooper descendants from Sibford Gower and surrounds.
Oxfordshire memories
School Holidays in Wartime Shutford, nr Banbury, Oxon.
My earliest memories of Shutford date back to around 1944, when as an eleven year old schoolboy I spent summer holidays with my grandfather Fred Turner (son of plush weaver Amos Turner), who at that time lived in Weald Cottage. Grandfather Fred was my mother's father, and my mother would bring myself and my two sisters, Shirley and Pamela, to spend part of the summer holidays in Shutford. We had a number of relatives in Shutford in those days and we were living in north London during the war, so a visit to Shutford gave us all a break. My father would spend a small part of our holiday with us and had arranged a train journey that got us to Banbury without having to travel into London to the station at Paddington! This route headed north west out of Watford via Bletchley, Winslow and Buckingham and eventually arrived in Banbury via a single-track line with many stops at tiny halts, and I... Read more
The Hook Norton Brewery
This Oxfordshire village has a fine brewery and one summer's day they organised an open day, tours of the brewery, ale sampling and entertainment. I was part of that entertainment playing my accordian with the Whitethorn Band. The acoustics were absolutely fabulous as we sat on the kegs of beer and provided music for Whitethorn Morris and their repertoire of clog dances. When we had finshed both our tour of the brewery and our entertaining I was asked by the organisers where I had parked my car which I thought was rather strange! Then I realised why - they gave me two crates of Jackpot Ale as a thank you to our team of dancers and musicians. Our lovely day was rounded off with a visit to the Pear Tree Inn and a garden picnic in the nearby cottage of Richard Hellyer. Fine weather, fine beer, fine company, fine dancing and dare I say - fine music! A lovely memory of Hook Norton.
Peace And Quiet
Late summer evenings in Bloxham. Best place on earth. We are so lucky to live here.
Tew Park
I went to Tew Park in September 1940 as an evacuee, the manor house had been taken over by a school for handicapped children from Fulham, south west London. I was 13 years old and the only child from Tottenham. I soon made friends with the other children, even some from the village of Great Tew, and in 1941 I was May Queen and a boy from the village was May King. I left in 1942 and returned to Tottenham. I am the mother of Terry Maloney, my maidon name was Peggy Oliver.
St Johns Priory (Private Girls School)
I was a pupil at St Johns Priory, and whilst I did not appreciate it at the time, it was an amazing start in life. The Nuns were incredibly strict so we all studied hard. Our classes were really small, by the time I left at the age of 11 I think we only had about 10 people in the year/class.
The two Sisters that I remember have since died (I did get in contact with them only to find one had passed away and the other was quite poorly and later died). I have visited their grave, they are buried together, at the Convent in Birmingham.
St Johns Priory has an amazing history and I have purhcased a book which details how the school was founded etc.
