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Historic maps of Verney Junction and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Verney Junction maps
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Addington| Winslow| Steeple Claydon| Gawcott| Quainton| Buckingham| Oving| Grendon Underwood| Mursley| Maids Moreton| Whitchurch
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Challoners Hill
I lived at no. 1 Challoners Hill otherwise known as The Stores. In the photograph the petrol pumps are just visible on the left hand side of the road.
Across the road Vic Burrows ran the bakery and we were treated to the smell of freshly baked bread every morning. Mrs Whiting had the newsagents and Cyril and Ruby Griffin ran the Fountain Pub. There were five pubs in Steeple Claydon whereas poor old Middle Claydon, East Claydon and Botolph Claydon didn't have one between them. We had nine shops including a post office and they supplied all our needs. At Austins you could buy fishing tackle and a penknife and get a haircut if you wanted one. Dennis Robinson, who also ran the Phoenix pub, would mend your bike and, (and this was torture for us boys) would display the latest Raliegh bike in his workshop window. We would gaze at it for hours making ambitious plans to raise the ten or twelve pounds required to buy it. We... Read more
Early Years
I only spent the first six years of my life in Great Horwood, but still have many happy memories of it, and have visited it once or twice in more recent years, boring my husband and son with my stories.
My parents and I lived on the Nicky Nook caravan park, which I now believe is just known as the Nook Park. I attenced the local primary school and remember my lovely teacher Mrs Coleman very well. The lovely nature walks she took us on. There was an elderly man who used to have his parrot outside in his garden on sunny mornings and he used to say 'bacon and eggs', all the children loved him. Such lovely memories of sunny summer evenings and a childhood of fun and freedom. The fair visiting the green, before it became a car park, was a real highlight. To think we were so happy and content living in a caravanand sharing a bathroom block is almost unimaginable in 2011!! To think of... Read more
Singleborough
I visited Singleborough last Saturday and my grandfathers farm was exactly as I remember it - but smaller of course. The garden was exactly the same as it was nearly 60 years ago. I stood near the door where my grandfather showed me some newborn fluffy chicks and the garden where my mother had her photograph taken mowing the lawn as a young woman. I got up to no good with the children from across the road when I was about 7 or 8 making tunnels in the straw bales in the store and putting rat poison in the calves food not knowing of course and eating cow cakes and made myself sick. I fished for sticklebacks and put them in the water butt and found them floating on the top the next morning. I picked cowslips, violets and primroses in the hedgerows. I have so many vivid memories that will never die.
Singleborough Memory
My paternal grandparents built their retirement home in the early 1950s. They were true cockneys & fulfilled a dream to retire to the country. I visited twice from NZ in 1962 & 1966 with my new husband. His abiding memory is of the day we explored a public pathway across the farmland. On stopping part way to ask at a house exactly where the path went the woman replied that she couldn't help us since she was a stranger in the district & had only lived there for 14 years! My husband has retold that story many times over the years. We will be visiting Singleborough next month, May 2011 when we hope to locate my grandparents' former home.
MY YEARS IN NORTH MARSTON
I lived in North Marston in the 1950s, at 25 Quainton Road My Grandfather Ezra Rawlings was a tailor. I remember bonfire night on the sports field, cycling down Church Hill, Christmas carols, Friday night youth club in the school hall and being sent to the Cox's shop for a packet of Woods or Weights cigarettes for my grandfather.
I emigrated to Australia in 1961, but I will never forget the fun I had in North Marston, with Jim Tattam, Simon Carter, and Janet Gowin, also David Holden, and the rest of our gang, I also remember Lawrence Young standing as umpire in his white dust coat, and I was the scorer for the village cricket team. In those days we made our own fun, and was never bored, I feel sorry for the youth of today, they say they have nothing to do.
If any body reading this, knows the where abouts of Sandra Tickner, who was a Whitchurch lass, I would very much... Read more
Our Home on The Village Green
I lived in Quainton in the 1950s, on the corner of The Green and Lower St. My family had the drapers shop. I remember bonfire night on the green, rolling down Mill Hill, Christmas carols, ballet lessons in the church hall and sitting the 11+ exams at school and of being sent to the Sportsmans Inn for a packet of Woods or Weights cigarettes for my father.
With my parents Ray and Sylvia Wheatley, my sister Barbara and brother Ian we emigrated to Australia but I will not forget the fun we had in Quainton
Clare Masovic nee Wheatley
Rodwells
I was landlord of The New Inn public house in Bridge Street and dealt wih Rodwells over the years The lorry is delieveing to the A.B.C. Off licence shop. both Rodwells and A.B.C. have ceased to exist. Mike Hall
