Nostalgic memories of Wickham'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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I understand that we all can’t like the same thing, but Rookesbury Park was a wonderful school for me, I was so happy there. I was a little bugger. I knew the school better than any of the teachers. I ran wild. I knew all the grounds and the farm next door. I just have the most wonderful memories, and I had so many friends. I was 8 when I went there ‘73 and it taught me lots. I don’t remember any bullying, the only bad thing I remember was being made to drink milk, and I hate milk 😂
I loved Rookesbury. On our third night my new best friend and I got the hot rubber slipper kept in the only hot radiator for looking out of the windows by Mrs Burrows.
Educationally I learnt very little but spent four years learning how to have fun, run around stunning grounds, cause mischief .
I did adore Miss Mcvicar who by the way became first woman deaconess.
I had lovely ...see more
i attended this dreadful school as a boarder when i had just turned 9. The headmistress was Miss McVicar, a remote and outwardly very Christian woman, though this never translated to any kindness or compassion to the pupils. The head matron was a sadistic woman, who would pull our pyjamas down and spank our bottoms if we talked after lights out. Two of my friends ...see more
I was there with Miss Glenday the headmistress, there were three assistant matrons and one matron. My name was Moira Dibben and I was one of the assistant matrons , I am now 80. I remember a girl called Angela Porter who had asthma..I was in charge of the little ones and many of these children had fathers who were in the services and many miles away.I felt it was a very sad life for these little ones.I can remember the ...see more
I can remember this tennis court very well during 1953-4. I had to walk around it until I was told to stop as a punishment for break a school rule - probably for talking after 'lights out'. The Headmistress at the time would watch us out of her study window and if we weren't walking fast enough she would shout at us. We were told that ten times round was a mile and I seemed to walk for miles. I was only 8 years old at the time. My name then was Wendy Oxley.
Photo taken outside of our family home on Bridge Street.
In the early 1970s my brother and I were put in the children's home at the bottom of Dairymore, I remember a stream just outside, a lawn area with a tree and it being opposite the school. We would really love to see some photos of that time and/or here from anyone who may have been at the school, gone to the children's home or have memories about Wickham in the early to mid 1970s.
The 'Aunty' who ran the part of ...see more
Hi, I have pictures of the cottages in Bridge Street ,I think it is 9 BS, where my father's grandmother Emily Pratt lived, she was born in 1856 and died 1914.
We have a lot of family ties to this area as most of my father's side of the family came from Wickham, they lived and worked as market gardeners and also lived in Trampers Lanes in the School Cottages. Most of the Foots, Houghton and Pratts are related in ...see more
I used to go to a pre-school in Wickham that got turned into tendy flats/houses. It used to be just down the hill from Clarkes and had an old house with the most wonderful almost 'secret' garden ajoining the school and the old lady that owned it used to let us go and play underneath the huge old apple tree in it. Also remember my mum buying me a pink sugar mouse from 'Caces' bakery every Friday afternoon.