Nostalgic memories of Sonning Common's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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Not sure if it is an error, but 'Brinnds Corner' is spelt 'B-R-I-N-D-S C-O-R-N-E-R' after the butchers shop, (now an off-licence), on the corner of Peppard Road/Wood Lane and Brinds Close which was at the rear of the premises. I used to live in Sonning Common from the late 1970's to mid 1990's with my late mother and sister in Widmore Lane, in one of the semi-detached houses, ...see more
My parents taught at Kennylands in 1950/3. I have photographs of their time there. My Godfather was John Delves who taught history and also there was a Mr. Dicky deWanderler who had been a ballet dancer. He chain-smoked and drank endless coffee. My parents moved to Uganda to run a farm school in 1957 and I went to the local primary school in Jinja until I was 10 when my father thought it best for me to go ...see more
After being bombed out in 1942. We got sent to Cedar Cottage, a thatched bungalow with veranda. It was set into the slope. I went to Sonning Common School and remember Two girl named Clayton who lived along the road. There was a large American camp nearby. I recall them playing "Crap" outside the Butchers Arms. They would give us gum. Went back to London with my dog, Jack, just in time for the ...see more
In old age, I like to remember my school days at Kennylands Camp. It was the first to be used for evacuation and I was in the first intake. It was a delightful spot and within walking distance of a lot of Thames villages and towns. It was not intended to be occupied in the winter and the central heating was not adequate for the severe winters we endured. Some of the masters organised parties to go for brisk walks ...see more
My best friend and I attended Suttons Secondary Boys School in Hornchurch Essex, and both of us were fortunate to be chosen to attend a two month summer term at Kennylands, situated at Sonning Common Berkshire. Actually we were both lucky twice and attended two years in succession. The Camp was beautifully laid out in two seperate halves, divided by a central dining hall and a flag pole. I didn't realize ...see more