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Growing up in Chis
welcome to u all from brisbane australia.I have lived here for 38 years,am very happy but chiseldon will always be in my heart.Confirmed ,married and our 4 girls were baptised in chiseldon church.We injoyed the washpool and walking over the fields to coate water,,,happy days.My first dance was like many of us at the british legion hall with david hicks and his band.My special friends were ,nancy angela,wink,josieand shirlry. I have been back many times and enjoy people from my youth.Many of you will remember my mum Anastasia also my sister stacy and virginia who still lives in wroughton.Thanks to wink who introduced me to this site.
Son of Sgt Bruce KRRC.
My father was stationed at Chisledon Camp from 1939 to 1942. Living in Littlehampton on the south coast, threatened with invasion, my mother rented the end thatched cottage of the row of cottages which face the railway line just north of the station railway bridge. This was much safer and we were able to be with my father who was in the camp just up the road. I was 7 years old, and my brother was 9. Our father's job was to teach the recruits how to drive, bren gun carriers, motor bikes, etc. My brother and I went to the school which was just behind the cottage, accessed though a hole in the hedge at the bottom of the garden (a short school run in those days). A retired shepherd had a caravan, like a gypsy caravan, parked up against the side wall of the cottage, on a bit of waste ground there. He was always in there and talked with us often. Next door were two girls the... Read more
Birth
I was born at USAF, Hospital, Burderdop Park, Chiseldon Highworth, Wiltshire, UK. I don't have any memories, but I do have a desire to find all I can. I wish to know as I have no memories. I have dreamed of going there, but cannot afford to. I currently live in Denver,Colorado, the place of my parents'birth. I would love to hear more about Chiseldon as it is my home town in my heart.
WARTIME BOYHOOD
i grew up in Chiseldon in the Second World War. In those days, Chiseldon was spelt Chisledon. I lived in Hodson Road and attended the then primary school opposite the Patriots Arms. The two teachers were Mrs. Bullock and Mrs. Cox. It was the era of wartime evacuees, blackouts, air raid wardens, land girls, the Home Guard and food and petrol rationing. Rotation of troops at Chisledon camp included the Tommies, Americans and Australians. Hospital trains arrived at Chisledon station and convoys of ambulances made their way down Hodson Road to the military hospital at Wroughton. After Chisledon primary I attended the old Swindon High School and caught the steam train each morning. Much excitement in winter when the snow plough had to be attached. Following air raids, sometimes the train contained a guarded carriage containing Luftwaff air crew shot down overnight. Went to the Chisledon Church most Sundays, and taught at the Sunday school in the ancient thatched cottages opposite the church. Walked down through the Washpool to get... Read more
Sybil Shillabeer
Some years ago I bought an old book at Greenwich Market. The book carries an inscription to "Sybil Shillabeer from the Chisledon Wesleyan Sunday School May 1931".
It is a childrens book entitled The Golden Cushion Story Book by Blackie & Son
If this is of particular interest to anyone I would be delighted to hear from you.
My Grandmother's Family in Kingstone Winslow
Nearly all my holidays were spent in Kingston Winslow, in the 1950s. I was brought up in London, but would have loved to have lived in K. Winslow. permanently. My family were the Becketts, and lived in a small terraced thatched cottage. My mother used to take me there, or I went with my grandmother, Ada. Sometimes my London cousins would come as well. By the time I was born, my great-grandfather John Beckett had died, but my great-grandmother Sarah was there. I had a great-uncle, Bill, my Nan's brother, who also lived in the cottage . He had been in the army and had sustained heat stroke abroad .He was permanently disabled by this, but still remained mobile in his hand-propelled wheelchair, and he used crutches to walk. I had lots of cousins and great-uncles and aunts. I even went to Sunday School a few times. In the 1950s, for the first few days of my stay, my K. Winslow cousins and I usually had difficulty understanding each other.... Read more
Lament on A London Landing
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When I was a gusty young airman
So many seesaw sunny days
Were spent with blue girls on Marlborough Downs
Our only access, a path both straight and narrow,
Thinnest and steepest in its final assent.
Emotions of young lovers floated like kites
O'er pastoral scenes of sheep and suckling fields
Rare Wroughton landings and take-offs
Were sights to be seen but not heard.
Coy and demure tiny Burderop
You hid thy shy self
Under thicket and tumble of trees.
Old, Old-Town of Swindon:
Station – Spires – Steeples
Faint shadows through summer’s sultry breeze.
Ground and grass were closer to me then.
Lying in milk and fallow fields
And struck drunk by the silent sail-by:
Of fluff flotillas commanding cerulean seas
We’d tease and toy our differences
of language, culture and sex.
Now I am that airman no more, no more,
Yet... Read more
