Stanwell Moor memories
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THE DAY A LORRY DROVE INTO NELLIE ENGLAND'S COTTAGE
Do you remember the bridge at the beginning of Hithermoor Road (near the rec). It was really high and every car BUMPED over. One day a lorry lost control and ended up in Nellie England's garden (Southern Cottages) !!
Being Born at Stanwell Moor Living There
The year I was born at Ashford Hospital my mother and father were tenants at the Hope public inn. June and John Nicholson and June's mother Beatrice Porter lived there and brought me up. Mrs Porter had once lived at Cheltham Villas, then the Hope pub. After 9 years here they moved to 130a Hithermoor Road for 10 years and then 19 Benen-stock Road for 10 years which is where I married my husband from, and we were married in Stanwell Church on the green. If anyone is reading this who knew or remembers me or any of the family please email me. We are now living in Plymouth, Devon. Thank you. We have lots of fond memories.
Memories of Middlesex
Memories of Stanwell
I am a Stanwellian but I have lived in Sussex for 40 years. My memories of the village are the large mansion in Oaks Road almost opposite the entrance to the recreation park, now sadly owned by the airport! I was born at 1 Hymans Cottage, Oaks Road, long since pulled down. There was a large mansion as you go oout of the village towards the moor, right on the bend, it was called Stanwell Place, we kids back then called it Stanwell Palace, reason being it was formerly owned by the King of Iraq. We believed it was used as a meeting place by Winston Churchill during the war, like everywhere else pulled down after falling into disrepair, became a gravel pit, the gate house still stands. On a visit 18 years ago I went to my old junior school Lord Kynvetts, at least this one has not been pulled down, it's a listed building but sadly no longer a school. I was allowed in though and spoke to... Read more
The Stanwell I Remember in The Early 1970s
I moved to Stanwell with my parents in 1959 aged 4. When I was 11 I learnt to ride at Stanwell's pony club run by a lady called Geraldine Richardson who used to keep her ponies at the stables at the Vicarage (now pulled down). We made friends with Amanda Hoyle the vicar's daughter who got us all into trouble by ringing the church bells when we should not have been in the church! Charlie the blacksmith had his blacksmith's shop next to the Village Hall and used to do the ponies' shoes and take 4 hours to do a set, he was doubled over after years of shoeing horses. We used to ride and make jumps for the ponies in the fields opposite Oaks Road and buy sweets at Mr Mott's store near the Rising Sun pub. We also used to gallop flat out down between the Twin Rivers but were too scared to ride in the river as someone said it had leeches in it! I went... Read more
Stanwell When it Was A Village
My mother was born in Stanwell Oaks Road in 1928 where the airport is now, her family were moved to Viola Avenue when Heathrow expanded where she shared many memories of the war and going to Staines Town Hall for dances and working for Dunns shoe shop in Staines. I was born in 1957 and went to St Mary's Church school (now flats) and then to Lord Knynett's. Stanwell really was a village, I remember walking past Percers farm, and we actually had some shops in the village. I had a carefree childhood playing in the Park at Oaks Road and fishing in the river, none which you could do now, and most people knew one another. The village fair used to go on all day with stalls going down Oaks Road and by the shops. My friend's dad used to own the greengrocer's shop and we used to hang out there. No lorries used to go through the village but as the airport expanded all the fields were gradually used for houses... Read more
Stanwell
I was born in Stanwell in 1959, my parents bought a new house off Oaks road called Lindsay Close. Many hours were spent in the lovely park where we played tennis and crazy golf. My sister and I belonged to Woodcraft which was held in the village hall, we also did ballet lessons there. It was a really pretty village and I just loved the old shops and houses around the village green.
The Weir
See my comments under photo S175052 - Penton Hook Lock - about the wooden weir you can just see in the middle of this image.
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