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Westoning| Steppingley| Flitwick| Toddington| Ampthill| Woburn| Woburn| Flitton| Aspley Guise| Houghton Regis| Woburn Sands| Clophill| Houghton Conquest| Bow Brickhill| Leighton Buzzard| Linslade| Luton| Stopsley
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Hitler Gives us Another Week's Holiday
We'd had our usual five weeks school holidays when Hitler's Luffwaffe gave us another few days off. His bombers scampering back to the continent, after presumably bombing Midlands cities, jettisoned another, on Glebe land behind the school. The school was not directly hit, but the explosion shattered a few windows. 'HOORAY', another week off school. As far as we kids were concerned, the repairs could take forever, but in reality, it took just a week. Another abiding memory of Flitwick is of the old pond and the smithy next to the school. Neither exists any more, but when horse and cart moved goods around Flitwick, the smithy was kept busy shoeing those horses and I enjoyed leaning over the half door and watching him at the anvil. There was always something to linger over and watch around the pond, and when I eventually got home, Mum would give me a walloping on my backside for being so late. In those days, the school in Dunstable Road had two playgrounds, split by... Read more
A Birthday Party in The Village Hall
As a child I must have attended many brthday parties for my young friends but in November 2011 I was invited to celebrate the 80th birthday of a friend!
My friend Mike (known as "Lank" - he is quite tall!) Broughton lives in nearby Sundon Park and he and his wife Mary hosted a party to celebrate his great age! He is an accomplished musician for Morris Dancers and I have played my accordian alongside him on many occasions since first meeting him in the Watford Pump House in 1980 and numerous other times at folk festivals in the Whitethorn Morris Band.
The Harlington Village Hall makes a perfect party venue and we filled the main hall with guests - mostly dancers and musicians from the Morris sides in which we have performed together over the last three decades. We squeezed a dozen Morris musicians onto the stage to make up a "scratch band" and organised an impromptu ceileidh. Mary and her daughters put together... Read more
My Childhood Days
I was 9 years old when this was taken and I was friends with Susan Day who lived in the white house on the right known as Days Motors.
My Son Kevin Was Born
This was taken the year my son Kevin was born. His brother Stephen was 2yrs old and we spent many happy days walking to the sweet and paper shop with my mum and dad, Bill and Joan Harris and also my brother Paul.
Remembering my Brother Paul Harris Who Has Recentley Died
My brother Paul spent many happy days here but didn't realise it at the time. He was the best brother anyone could have, for the last 16yrs he has been disabled with MS always a smile never complaining. This is my tribute to him my lovely brave brother.
Toddington, A Memory
Local legend says that a witch is imprisoned within the mound beside the church at Toddington, and there was a local tradition that on Shrove Tuesday ('Pancake Day'), the day before Ash Wednesday, if we put our ears to the ground on the mound we could hear the witches frying their pancakes. I was a child in the 1940s and always visited my gran on Pancake Day, she lived opposite the mound. If you want more details you can contact me on email: maureenkerr@AOL.com or you can telephone me, Mrs Kerr, 01577 840369
Butchers Shop
Browsing Ampthill, for the first time, I came across the above photo. On the left just above the logo is a shop blind that used to protect the meat in the window display from sunshine (when it appeared). That blind was the bain of my life in 1952/3/4 when I was a so called "butchers boy". It never ran correctly on it's tracks, and I caused many a car to swerve my long pole manipulations putting it up and down. Funny when I think about it. The bicycle outside (possibly me pictured) was used for deliveries. The carrier full of orders for Maulden and surrounds was a steering hazard particulary in the snow. One Saturday morning I came to grief down Maulden hill and spent an hour scraping dirt and stones from meat with my pen knife before going on my way. The complaints arrived back at Ampthill well before yours truly. Oh the humiliation and all for 2/6p a week. Humiliation was for being caught out, not for stony... Read more
