Nostalgic memories of Aylesbury's local history
Share your own memories of Aylesbury and read what others have said
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 29 in total
I grew up in Aylesbury, Barnsbury Avenue, Hardy Close and 73 Westmoreland Avenue. I really miss those days. I went to Broughton Infant and Broughton Junior School and then the Grange Secondary School. I emigrated to the U.S. in 1974 when I was 13 years old. I was a Brownie and a Girl Guide. I rode my bike there from Westmoreland Avenue every week. My parents have passed away and I really miss England ...see more
I will never forget the day when I and my friends met Ralph Mayo who came to our school Abbey Road to see if any of us wanted to join his gymnastics club, we were nine at the time and I think my best friend then was Carole Neale. My life changed on that day and I went on to represent Great Britain in gymnastics. My mum was always my constant support. I left Aylesbury to get married in 1973 and sadly my mum ...see more
We moved there in 1949,from Yorkshire. My father was at Westcott mod, I went to Tring road infants, then to to the Grange when it opened in '54. I was made head prefect in my last year there in 1957/8. The headmaster was Percy Jones and headmistress was Miss Head, she was previously at Tring road when I was there..The deputy head was Mr Nelson a great guy, he moved to Wendover I believe John Colet school, in ...see more
Mum and dad moved into 49 Ingram Avenue on the day of the Great Train Robbery in 1963, when Bedgrove was a new build estate. I was born there in September 1964. My name is Colin Simpson and I have two older sisters Maria and Teresa. We all went to the infant and junior schools. As a very small kid, I can remember Jansel Sq and the Bucks Yeoman pub being built, and was cock-a-hoop on the day that Coco the ...see more
My grandfather, Thomas John Powell, was sent to Aylesbury from South Eales to work at the end of the war until 1950. I would be interested to know what sort of work he might have done in Aylesbury and whether anyone has any recollections of him.
I WAS BORN AT 5 PARK STREET ON AUGUST THE 10TH 1938, I WAS NAMED BRIAN EDWARD SMITH aka SMUDGER. I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR PAUL GEOFFREY HAZELL AND HIS WIFE MARILYN. CAN ANYONE HELP. THEY WILL BE IN THEIR LATE 70s. I LIVED AT THE PARK STREET ADDRESS UNTIL I LEFT HOME TO JOIN THE ROYAL NAVY IN 1953, HAPPY DAYS.
my name is Winifred Haynes. I lived in Ashtead.at i3 albert road. from 1939 until about 1959.my dad was an old Ashtead man walter Haynes. many man y happy memories. DAD WORKED AS A painter and also at the memorial hall for many years. as a caretaker. I went to school in Epsom at the convent ; many happy day with my friends and family. remembering ann McLaughlin and the twins marraret and jean.now I live in Norfolk.
Pub was the Rockwood, not Rockwell. I worked at Pearks Stores, 56, Kingsbury, from 1958 to 1964. My first manager was Cllr. Eric Bentley, an 8th Army veteran. He moved down to the West Country and opened a hotel. Kingsbury was then the Bus station with buses going to such places as Windsor, Northampton, Bedford etc.
Looking for any info on Elizabeth Male, a nurse and her brother, they lived on 18 Intalbury Ave and 95 Cambridge Street. I am looking to help piece together the missing pieces of my life. I was adopted. Thankyou
The days when you could let your children out to play and not worry. We used to sneak up in the hole in the fence to play in the big oak tree that sits above the shelter. It was our camp and was called the Five Oaks. We took food and drink, pinned pictures on the tree it was great We used to spy on Old Mr George Woodford when he was walking down to the farm. We had hours of fun playing there with not a worry in the world, other than the fear of getting caught by Mr Woodford.
Great times.
