Easthampstead, Beckford Avenue c.1960
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Photo of Easthampstead, Beckford Avenue c.1960

A Selection of Memories from Easthampstead

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Easthampstead

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As a young boy just moved to bracknell " in the Earley 60 my parents lived in a bungalow oposit the Green Man pub on the site to which wildridings junior school is now It was called one Acha cottage .We would walk out of our back garden into the farmers field and walk down towards the church coming out at blacksmith cottage to where my nan lived .Our neibough waz a Mrs thack who owned thacks electrical store with her son .she lived many happy years there . .
My husband and I moved to Easthampstead in 1959 and were allocated an "end terrace house" in Black Meadows. We went to the local Baptist Church where services were then held in an old house near where Pointe Royale was later built. A few years later we became Charter Members of the New Baptist church on land across from the pub "The Jolly Harvester" I think it was called. Our first child was born in ...see more
I used to live in Bracknell from 1959 - 1990. My memories relate to the opening of Point Royal back in 1964. My parents took me there when I was 6 that year and we went to the top to get a bird's eye view of Easthampstead and Bracknell. The view was amazing and it was the first time I ever got to see such a panoramic view of our town. I lived in Timline Green, Bullbrook. My mother ...see more
The Church is the resting place for all of my foster parents family, the Simmonds. The graves were all purchased by the family ready for that time. Unfortunately, Dick Simmonds was not buried there as he lived in Stroud in Glouchester, so to this day there must still be graves alloted. Over the road were the hospital (Asylum) or as a kid we used to call it the nut house. We were terrified to go past as ...see more