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Syde maps
Historic maps of Syde and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Syde maps
Syde photos
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Duntisbourne Abbotts| Birdlip| Duntisbourne Leer| Colesbourne| Cranham| Sheepscombe| Bisley| Brockworth| Painswick| Slad| France Lynch| Severn River| Charlton Kings| Bussage| Chalford| Hucclecote| Barnwood| Thrupp| Brimscombe| Cirencester| Churchdown| Burleigh
Syde area books
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Gloucestershire memories
The Cotswold Way
I attempted to walk parts of the Cotswold Way in the late 1970s, but didn't get very far. Instead I spent time at this Youth Hostel, walking to various villages nearby, lunching in some lovely pubs. Good memories.
Ken Cook
Our Honeymoon
Pat (nee Gilbert) and I were married at St. Stephen's church Sneinton in Nottingham July 1960. We arrived in Gloucester the same afternoon to be met at the train station by our hosts for a 3day honeymoon, they were the owners of the Black Horse Inn in Cranham. We have wonderful memories of the village the church and of Prinknash Abbey. We still have a beer tankard we purchased at the Abbey in thier famous dark grey pottery.
We emigrated to South Africa in 1972 and in the year 2000 (our 40th wedding anniversary) we celebrated by having a renewal of our vows at Parkdale Congregational Church roughly 1mile from St.Stephen's Church which was attended by most of our friends from our early wedding days.
A trip to see friends in Bath took us for lunch in Cranham, once again at the Black Horse Inn. All the memories came flooding back and we added more photographs to the ones of so long ago. It was a wonderful experience.
Thoughts of Bisley Rodborough Chalford And More.
1794 The year my direct ancestor was born in Bisley. It was not until I found my connection with him that I discovered that my roots started there. Abraham Davis for that was his name, was born, lived, married and came to a untimely end in the Bisley area. His death occurred on the 29th September 1851 when he accidentally fell in the canal at Rodborough and drowned. I am now itching to find out more about him and the area in which he lived, also families that were living there at that time. Some families may still be living there, indeed even some of my own. If I find anything unusual of local interest I will post it here. To finish, the places where I know Abraham and his family lived was, Bisley, Eastcombe, Chalford Hill and Rodborough.
Evacuee
I was evacuated to Daglingworth in 1941 from London and was billeted at Warrens Gorse Cottages just outside the village with my younger brother and sister. We attended the village school which was run by Miss Bacon (a bit of a tartar) and we made many friends. I particularly remember a Freddie Boulton and a Mollie Carpenter and a couple of other girls which their names have been lost in my memory but their existence still remains. Mrs Scrutton was the Lady of the Manor and lived in the Manor with her daughter Joan who was in charge of the evacuees. I was at one time billeted in the Manor House with Mrs Scrutton when a Mrs Kent who I was billeted with at Warrens Gorse Cottages moved to Gloucester and I was awaiting a new billet. It was a very strange time for us youngsters from London as we were too young to know what exactly was going on, missing our mum and dad terribly, getting the blame for... Read more
Walks
Brockworth oh Brockworth, what a lovely village! I grew up there and my dad used to take my brother Melvyn and I for walks up the hill. Castle Hill and Coopers Hill. I remember walks from 1975 onwards, especially on the lower slopes of Coopers Hill where we used to stop at the spring and have some water from it. Boy oh boy that used to be freezing, until the summer of 1976. A very hot year that was, the spring was not as cold but it was still as nice though. We used to drink it from dad's cupped hands till we could drink no more. I was around 5-6 years old then. My memories of this will never die, especially now when I took four of my children there today, 10/09/2006, oh they loved it, though it has changed a bit, but it bought back memories and the children loved it so.
On the way back down in the 70's we would pick blackberries and Dad would... Read more
Sunday Mornings
My mother in law, then Marie Elizabeth Burston born 1921 in Wales, whilst in service at Hartlebury House used to go to church every Sunday morning. The postman played the big organ.
Every morning she had to give him and the gardener a piece of leftover cake and a cup of tea. Ernie the gardener was 18 years old and very shy. He took her to the pictures in Stroud one day and she invited him home for tea one Sunday.
The very next day she received a letter from her mother informing that they had moved from Bedwelty in Wales to Blackheath in Birmingham and that she was to come and get a job there as there were plenty. She went to work in a laundry and then an engineering firm which is where she met her husband Albert Victor Carr.
The Old House
The first time I left Scotland was to visit my grandparents at the old house, Kay and Bill. I was excited, and after many trips we lived with them for a while. Papa always had a bag of pennies for us and Grandma introduced me to literature. At that time we shared a love for Cliff Richard. We moved to Rose Cottage, and had the best ever Easter when Laurie hid so many Easter eggs in the garden for us, there may still be some there! Gloucestershire is the only place in England that I would ever consider living in. Uncle John was the postie at that time. As kids we were very afraid of the story of lady in the lake. nowadays, I am convinced the old house was haunted, especially the 'dressing room' just outside Bill's bedroom. I also remember the day there was a fox hunt, and the fact that Laurie did not want these people on his land. I quite agree! I hope one day to... Read more
