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My Roots From Birth to 50years
2008 and this shop is still here. It has changed very little in looks. It was owned by the same family Bonner from my early memory of about 1950 for many years. Today it remains a post office/shop
From Birth to 25yrs
I lived at the house just at the top of photo. The outbuildings can clearly be seen in the adjoining field to the family home. I spent all my childhood years playing with my brother and friends here. I used to love watching the working barges going through the locks. My grandfather kept the Three Locks (known then as The New Inn) as publican for 16yrs. (That was when the barges were horse drawn.)
My Roots
I lived at the family home at the Three Locks, which was about one mile out of Stoke Hammond. Every Sunday from around five years of age, I walked to St Luke's Parish Church, Stoke Hammond to attend Sunday School. In later years I was the Sunday School teacher for a time. I was also confirmed here.
Along with my brother, I joined the church choir which we were members for many years. I remember we walked to the church services very often three times every Sunday. My brother also played the organ during his late teens, and he was a member of the bell ringing team. I also learnt to ring the bells about eight years ago at this church.
Buckinghamshire memories
1939 to 1960
I moved to Little Brickhill in 1939 when I was 2 years old, my last address in Little Brickhill was 10 Wyness Avenue. We were the first to move to to Wyness Avenue. I also knew Colonel Wyness who Wyness Avenue was named after. I went to Little Brickhill School, our education was interupted by the Second World War. I am now living in Norwich. Anyone who would like to contact me can on the following web site: scottdonald61@yahoo.co.uk
Shoulder of Mutton Public House
When I first had a memory of this corner of Newton Road and Buckingham Road, the brick-built extension was no longer standing, only the cottage part of the public house. I used to love standing in front of it because it had a verandah and wooden railings like you would find in westerns. My mum often had to drag me away, the pub by then was no longer in use, the back wall still remains to this day. There were two reasons for being there, first was across in Shenley Road was our doctors surgery in a row of brick-built cottages, the old front room being the waiting room with old wooden chairs, which later became the Shenley House Hotel, which has since been demolished and replaced with apartments. The second reason was that my family could only afford the bus fare one way so we walked to town and bused back.
Was it or Wasn't it
There seems to be a lot of controversy about the Shoulder of Mutton, have I got this right? Way way back, the Shoulder of Mutton was built, eventually it was demolished and the old brick house on the other side of the road was converted into a pub. When it first opened, was it called The Three Trees from day one, or was it The Shoulder Of Mutton for a while before they re named It?
Approximately in 1950.
During the Second World War my gran owned a grocery shop at 7 Stoke Road, Water Eaton and my grandad used to take a barrow round the streets selling slabs of salt. I remember looking out of my window (at about 3 or 4 years old)and watching the foxhounds meet on the green, it was a bit scary for me being so young. I also used to like walking up Stoke Road to see an old horse called Kit, he was very gentle and seemed to love people. We'll never get those lovely peaceful, trouble-free, friendly days back, it's such a shame. When I was about 5 we moved to Church Street in Fenny, and I started at Bletchley Road School, then to Western Road, I was older then and could go out on my own (safely). I used to like going through the central gardens and seeing all the pretty flowers in little 'gardens' scattered in the lawns and the sunken 'bandstand', then all the tennis courts and pavilion,... Read more
