Nostalgic memories of Tring'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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Displaying Memories 1 - 10 of 11 in total

I went to Tring Park (Arts Ed back then) from 1985 to 1991 - many memories of the beautiful mansion
I was born in January 1942 on the estate of Lord Rothschild in Home Farm, the former estate manager's residence. Lambeth Maternity Hospital in London was bombed and my mother was sent to Tring.
Hi When I was about 10 years old and my younger brother was 9, we went on a holiday to Tring for under privileged children around 1962. It was arranged by the CCHF We stayed in a Bungalow, owned by Mr. and Mrs. Atkins and they had a son Stephen a daughter and 2 cats Snowball and Fleur We thought we were miles away from London and remember going in the woods to a tree house, fishing and helping to save some sheep ...see more
I was born at Aylesbury Hospital in 1948 and lived briefly at Pitstone, then Tring in Park Road and later Western Road. My Parents, Grandparents and many other relatives lived in the town. I attended Gravelly infant school in Park Road then Tring C of E Junior school under the headship of Miss Baker, who we were all terrified of! I went to Ashlyns school Berkhamsted and left school in 1964, joining John Dickinson's at ...see more
The fondest memories I have was the time I lived in Tring. Born at number 36 Woodland Close and I lived in Tring until I was 21 years old. I remember Tring school and many of the teachers, Mr Thomas the Head Master, Mrs Thomas, Miss Speed, Mr Edney, Mr Hart, Mr Powell, Mr Green, Mr Jennings and Mr Edwards the sports master that helped me so much with my football career. I had a paper round with Mr Walton in Western ...see more
My mother's family all came from Tring, my grandparents were married at St Peter and St Paul, I was christened there. I was born at Whitecloud Farm which was used as a hospital during the Second World War. The Mosses must have bought it later. My grandparents were William and Annie Welling(Crockett) who lived at New Mill. Granddad used to take me to his allotments when I was small and I helped plant and reap the vegetables. ...see more
My grandmother was born in Tring in the late 1800s and was married in Tring Church on Christmas Day in 1909.  Her grandfather was a very peculiar character and had to be taken to the village pump for his weekly wash and he used to sit on the wall to jeer at  the churchgoers.  He was known as Grampy Rodwell.  Once a week free bread was given out and he always was the first in the queue and used to bag his loaf by poking ...see more
My brother Colin Lyall was christened in this beautiful church at the end of the summer of 1963. My parents, Val and Frank emmigrated to South Africa in 1967, with 3 small children. Robert (Rob) Jane and Colin. I wonder if anyone remembers us. We lived in Fantail Lane. My grandparents Kitty and Bob Lyall lived at the top of Chrischurch Road.  We would go to them after school while Mum was at work at the Co-op in ...see more
Tring hosts a lovely Christmas shopping evening each year when the High Street is decorated, the shop windows have illuminated Christmas displays and stay open late and the place is transformed into a fairyland of old-fashioned entertainment and street traders.  There are hot chestnut vendors, roundabouts, fairground organs, traction engines, musicians and dancers. The lovely ...see more
I used to spend happy holidays with my aunt and uncle and cousin Barry who have all now sadly died. They used to own the bakers shop, and I can remember the delicious smell of baked bread and being able to have sweets and pop while watching the TV at night.