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Mr And Mrs Slaymaker
My dad used to have a stall in the Market Hall in Wolverton selling groceries. I remember going with him in the van on Fridays and on the way back we would call into to visit old family friends who lived in Cosgrove ' the slaymakers'. Not sure exactly where they lived but seem to think it was on a corner in the village and remember a yellow stone wall and a lovely garden. I was fascinated to learn that he grew something called logan berries, which looked like big raspberries and tasted good anyway! Don't think that they had any family, I never met any children at their home. Cosgrove was a quiet pretty little village and as I have never visited in over 40 years it will stay that way in my memory!
Kings, The Bakers.
I always remember the lovely smell of the bakery and seeing their chimney smoking away whilst they were baking the bread. I used to love going into the shop as a child to buy freshly cooked bread and I would enjoy picking the hot crust off on my way home to Mum. Happy Memories of my childhood in Wolverton and where I lived for 20 years until 1975.
The Wolverton Palais
I remember the"Palais de Dance"in Wolverton. They used to put some great bands on there. We used to come up from Fulham in London 7 or 8 times a year to go there. The people of Wolverton were some of the friendliest people we ever met. There were always 7 of us on scooters or in cars and the people welcomed us (a lot different from some of the towns and villages we visited!!!). One Saturday night we didn't have anywhere to stay so we went into the police station in Wolverton to see if they knew of anywhere and the desk sergeant sent us across the road to a garage that had 4 coaches parked there. He said we could sleep in the coaches as long as we didn't make any mess or noise and were out of the coaches by 9a.m. Can you imagine that happening today!!!!? Thank you, the people of Wolverton of the 1960s, you were wonderful to us.
Childhood Memories
I can remember cycling to Wolverton every Friday to meet my dad out of the carriage works. When the hooter went, about five thousand men came out the gates. Dad used to buy me sweets from Muskets sweet shop and take me to the indoor market, we used to have a cup of tea at Ethel's, she ran the tea bar. Then cycle back to Loughton.
The Old Days
I remember going to the bakers (Kings), and getting little brown Hovis loaves rolls, then taking them back to Bradwell. I also used to live in a flat at 5, Church Street, 2nd storey, rent in those days was £1 50p a week, it belonged to Muscutt at Thompins, those were the days.
Where The Name Heelands Orginated
I was told a tale by Mrs Lester of Bradwell Village that one day the lord of Bradwell Manor had visitors from Scotland staying, and early one morning as they looked out of their bedroom window and looked across the fields towards Heelands they remarked how much the scenery reminded them of home and the Hi'glands, and this is how the name became.
Loughton
Loughton was the village I grew up in. A loveley village surrounded by countryside and farm land. I grew up in Railway Cottages, somtimes known as Fog Cottages. Me and my friend Marlene used to sit on the fence train numbering. I also remember going for walks in Linford Wood wich was huge then and full of bluebells and primroses. In the summer we would also collect rose hips and blackberries. The mushrooms we collected in the field opposite the house were as big as dinner plates, The fields were full of buttercups and daisies where we spent many a happy hour making daisy chains. Down the lane called Leys Lane, Bella Scott had her farm. Bella used to go through the village in a pony and trap. George Higgs was the postman and Frank Ebbs was the milkman. In the winter the village would flood and you couldn't get to the shop as the water was up to the shop door. We went to Shenley infants' school where the... Read more
