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All Good Things Started at Boxford
I have very early memories of Boxford Primary School. The school teachers were Mr and Mrs Alderman, Mr taught the older children and Mrs the young infants. I attended both, I started in the infants and sat next to a Jennifer Fox, then moved on to the juniors, We had good times playing in the play ground. People who I remember are: Gerald and Andrew Schmidt (sadly Gerald was murdered, God bless him, he was a great guy), Raymond Childs, Chris, Treavor and Richard Cannings, Kevin, Chris, Russell, Ashley and Anita Knape, Kevin Tarbox, Fatty Sharp, Robert Kemp, Tim, Anne Blunt, and lots more.
I remember doing country dancing, in a strange way I really enjoyed it.
I also remember leaving school in the afternoon and running like mad down to Mr and Mrs Stancliff's who owned the mill, they used to leave a message to say if we could use their swimming pool, it was fantastic fun in those days. Mrs Stancliff would bring out orange squash for us... Read more
Childhood
After leaving Wield, Hampshire, my mother was the headmistress of St. Andrew's primary school. She raised 4 children alone. My brother Peter G.W. Keen is a highly respected businessman (look him up on the internet). He went to school at Reading and Balliol college Oxford. My elder sister is also a well respected eductator. My twin sister and I both reside in Texas. All my growing years my address was "school house". Always had a house with the job. The house was usually next to the school. Whenever we needed something extra for the kitchen she would send one of us, my 2 sisters lived there too, to the school kitchen to get it. The house had a shed for coal and it was attached to the house. The roof was outside my bedroom window. When the sun shone we could crawl out the window and lay a blanket and catch some sun. When the new... Read more
School!
Memory of the hated Catholic school I was sent to, me being one of three Church of England girls, meant I was treated like an outcast! Beautiful house, and grounds, I learnt to ride there, it was my only way to get away from those awful nuns in their long black habits. I loved the horses, all the time I was there you would find me with them, or standing in the passage at night in the dark facing the wall, while the rest of the world slept! Spooky! Oh yes, detention was my second name. Such a shame that wonderful house and grounds belonged to the church, a lot of cruelty went on there, thank God I wasn't sent on to its sister school, New Hall! It went on to become Norland Nannies after that, I would be interested to know what happened to it.
School, Denford Park.
I wrote a while back, does anyone ever read any of the messages written? I asked if anyone knows what happened to the Catholic convent run by nuns at Denford House? it became Norlands Nannies, but what happened after that? I also know that it is haunted!
Happy Days at Denford Park
I spent three happy years at Denford - the nuns loved us to pieces, and I felt that they always acted in our best interests (though maybe nowadays one might frown at some of the 'best practices' of those days ... but fashions change ....).
Sister Mary Ben driving a tractor as we picked potatoes in the autumn, picking snowdrops for Covent Garden Markets in February, roller skating, playing in overgrown bomb craters (magical - really!). Sister Mary Peter's library, our gardens with Sister Mary Anrew, roast potatoes, bread and cheese, but junket - juck. More privileged pupils had riding, dancing and tennis lessons, but I never felt disadvantaged by not having any of these 'extras.' The nuns inadvertently instilled us with the basic principles of feminism long before it became trendy. It was an all female world (except for ancient Father Darcy and Othello the handyman) and we absorbed the feeling that we (future women) were capable of doing whatever we... Read more
Denford Park
I came here from Austria with my sister to work as au-pair girls in this boarding school. We found an ad in a German newspaper for girls to help with domestic chores etc. My sister and I wrote to the Mother Superior, (Mother Magdalene John) applying for the job(s), and to our surprise we got a reply back within a week from Mother Superior, offering us both jobs straight away! Needless to say we were over the moon having been given the opportunity to go abroad to work and learn the language. But convincing our parents that we really wanted to go was no easy task, anyway, eventually they consented and we packed our bags and set off on this new adventure. Back in 1959, people rarely went abroad to work. so it was very exciting indeed! We took the train from Mayrhofen in the Zillertal to Innsbruck and from there the train to Ostende in Belgium. Taking the ferry to Folkestone and the train to Victoria. from... Read more
Allen Family at Stockcross
What did they put in the water at Stockcross?
I am just wondering as my great-grandad George Allen was born at Stockcross in 1831. He was a gardener but astonishingly he married three times and even more amazing he celebrated his golden wedding with his third wife.
The family story is that he didn't like children yet he fathered an awful lot! This has been told to me by my aunt Doris Lacey who remembers her own childhood in the First World War and being rather frightened of George. He must have been tough to have worked as a gardener, became a widower twice, married three times, fathered three families and lived to the grand age of 94 !!
I visited Stockcross in the 1980's and wondered as I walked in the churchyard whether great-grandad had tended the gardens there. I picked a sprig from an ancient yew tree there and took it back with me to give to my aunt - being... Read more
