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I Lived at 12,Newbourne Gardens
Hi to anyone who remembers me, I lived there from !952 to 1969 and have lots of fond memories of the village and people I used to know.
5 Jubilee Cottages
Born here 1942 - mother a member of the Wicks family based at Holly House (hurdle makers) father an airman stationed at RAF Hullavington. I recall land girls, the drone of planes. I was too young for school & roamed the village alone but with the family dog "bob". I recall falling in the village pond, the village shop run by Mrs Neate, having to attend chapel on Sundays, streams running across the roads, virtually no traffic, bus rides to market day at Malmesbury. I often go back - its not changed too much - still very peaceful.
Rodbourne School
We stayed in the vicarage across from the pub and I went to Rodbourne School aged 3.
Connection
I don't have a memory but I do have a connection. My father's name was Edward and I know little about his relatives in England. But I did find an Edward living in Yatton Keynell in the 1800's at 1 Summer Lane. I have a strange feeling knowing that it was probably my father's great or some great grandfather living in that cottage. His occupation was listed as a Shepherd and had a wife 14 years younger so she might have been his second wife. And a bunch of children. As I say, there is a strange feeling of connection from Canada to Yatton Keystone even though my father was born in Kent and came to Canada when he was 3 with his parents. Perhaps some day I will see the area for myself. I hope so.
The View From A Volunteer Pub Garden Bench. 16TH JUNE
The most important bench I have had the privelage of sitting on one lunchtime on June 16th 2008 and the view of the Cross Roads. Over a diet coke and an Orange juice I met the best friend I have ever known. The Volunteer Pub, The pub garden bench and the slight view of the Cross Roads will linger with me for ever. That day at 12.15pm was the first time I had been in that village but it is now like a city in my heart. Had many a great meal there since.
Had to go Back.
The building to the right of the picture was one of only two shops in the village. From there, whilst waiting outside for my mother who was shopping in there I shot an arrow from my home-made bow straight up. It came down and hit the roof of a car parked outside the pub. All I got by way of reprimand was an "OI!" from the owner. There were so few cars about during the war and I had to dent the only one in the village!
My mother Jessica Morgan and my Dad, Bill Morgan, were regulars in the pub, and in 1959, when I was in the RAF, she made me wear my uniform to show off to the regulars, who bought me a few pints. I went back with my daughter on Father's Day 2007 and I mentioned to the staff that I had last been there when I was 18 years old. They were not impressed. I noticed on the wall a photo of local... Read more
Not Always Good to be Taller.
I attended this school, on and off during the war years as my father Bill Morgan, was frequently posted around the country, and I would end up with my grandparents, the Eldridges who lived at West House. My teacher was a Mrs Greenaway, who lived a bit further along in the picture, and always put me at the front of the line for our exercise period as I was the tallest ("E's gonna be 6 foot y'know"). This meant that whenever I was at the front I couldn't see what everyone else was doing and always got it wrong. Someone was always bleating out, "Please Miss, Keith Morgans not doing it right!" Nonetheless I loved that school. Just opposite was a cottage that housed the Brind family, and Julie Brind was always telling on me, but told everyone she was going to marry me one day ... I was only six.
