Nostalgic memories of Toddington's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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I worked as a Bus Conductor with United Counties, Luton Depot. And I loved to work that route, the 54 Service. Sometimes we would have a 20 minute layover, so we would adjourn to "The Sow and Pigs" for a quick pint before returning to Luton. There is very little chance of that today.
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 ...see more
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.
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.
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.