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Small Boy Memories.
I lived as a child in Down Road, Alveston (at Barton Cottage - now demolished) from 1959 to 1964 and have great memories of Thornbury. Having no car in those days the family would march down the hill into Thornbury to Mass on Sunday, occasionally hitching a lift with a fellow parishioner, possibly a Mr Sheppard who drove a large Austin Cambridge car. The church in those days was part of a small house in, I think, St Mary's Street behind the High street. I vividly remember a small pink painted cottage on the Thornbury - Alveston Road that had a fine display of red glassware displayed in the windows. Is it still there, anyone? The view depicted in the 1954 photo was little changed from when I remember it. I can remember visiting the toy shop in this picture, I think it may have been called Moggs, and I still have some toy cars from this shop! Shopping trips were punctuated with a trip to the Mayor's... Read more
Mogg's
Paul Martin is right saying the premises were Mogg's toy shop. He owned the shop, was the local cubmaster and I am almost certain he was the local Father Christmas.
Obliquely opposite was a small grocer and I was once given 6d. to go into the shop to buy 2 bottles of Heinz salad cream by a lady who was entertaining at home and had already exceeded her ration!
Whitethorn Morris Dance at The Iron Acton Folk Festival
The village of Iron Acton had both a Folk Club and a Folk Festival in the 1980's.
I remember a beautiful summer weekend - probably 1983 - when Whitethorn Morris were invited to the Festival. We camped in a field at the back of the village pub which may have been The Lamb Inn. The dancers and musicians took over all the field in our tents and vans! We made the pub the centre of our weekend's activities. It was hot and sunny and we needed the pub not just for a cool beer but also for washing facilities for all of us campers!
Whitethorn Morris looked good in their scarlet and blue kit and the Whitethorn Band sounded great with accordians, melodeons, drums and even a trombone and a penny whistle!
My memories of this are happy ones as I really enjoyed playing my Hohner piano accordian and leading the band. Even the local paper must have liked us as they ran... Read more
Hawkesbury Boy 1969-1973
Brian Halse - lived in Hawkesbury Upton from 1969 - 1973. Drank in both the Beaufort and the Fox. Married local girl Fiona Dix at St Mary's Church, got divorced a couple of years later, smartest move she ever made.
Fred & Vera Trinder ran the Beaufort in those days, spent many an enjoyable evening getting drunk with my mates in the back room.
I'll try and remember some names, my apologies if I miss you out, it was a long time ago .... Richard & Anthony Leonard, Cyril & Phil Davidson, Mervyn Dix, Steve & Dave Stinchcombe, Buster Watts, Martin Beezer, Norman Hewer, Roland Starling, Bob James and many many more.
If you remember me, then get in contact, I now live in California, USA, my email address is halsebrian@yahoo.com.
Born in Petty France 1956 And Spent Most of my Time in Hawkesbury Upton
My name is Terry Hewer and I remember my younger days living just outside Hawkesbury Upton. I used to drink in the Fox and Beaufort pubs. I used to go out with Mandy Wollen in my teens and remember all the good times we all had. I am now married to Julie with two grown up daughters who now have their own children! Where has all the time gone... My mum and brother still live in the village but I have moved away and now live in Stoke Gifford, Bristol. I have been HGV driving now for over 30 years. Well, I'm not going to mention any names, you know who you are!! Good luck to you all and live life to the full.
Where Does Time Go?
I was also born in Hawkesbury Upton and spent the first 27 years of my life there, many of my family are still there. I left the village when I married and moved to the Bristol area. I have 3 children and one grand daughter. Unfortunately that marriage finished and I moved to Holland 17 years ago and now live 15 minutes from Amsterdam. I still visit the village but it is so different to the days when we were growing up, the memories of the pubs with all the old characters singing and sometimes arguing was wonderful to see as a child. Also we used to play anywhere in complete safety, the only reason we went home was to be fed or because we were tired, we were never afraid because that was not how life was in the old days. My early years were spent on the farm with my cousins and grandparents, who looked after us so well, you did not realise just how well at the time! We aslo... Read more
Traditional Pub Lunch at The Royal Oak in Chipping Sodbury
It is so nice to discover an unspoiled pub that dates from centuries long ago. My wife Elizabeth and I frequently make long motorway trips from our home in Devon towards London and beyond. For a change from the dull and uninspiring motorway service stations we sometimes choose to turn off the M4 and seek out a nearby town for a lunch stop. On this occasion we found Chippng Sodbury, parked our car and sauntered long the wide pavements of the town's attractive High Street. And there it was - The Royal Oak! Probably unchanged from centuries earlier.
A lunch menu was by the front door and tempted us inside. We sat near a log fire in the stone fire place and enjoyed a roast lunch. So much better than a service station. We have since made this a regular lunchtime feature of our long motorway journeys north from Devon.
This is travelling as it must have been in the days of coaching inns... Read more
