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Nostalgic memories of Fenny Stratford'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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Fenny Stratford
My name is alan collett l lived in fenny Stratford in the 50 s at 77 pinewood drive . I was a member of the muddy face gang based in the manor fields along with nigel halliwell and his brother steve, Clive hall, and pete cave. Went to water eaton junior school Bletchley rd junior and bletchley grammar, went swimming in the gravel pits........
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Added 09 June 2020

Bletchley Motors In Aylesbury Street Fenny Stratford
In this photo of Aylesbury Street, on the right, next to the Bull and Butcher pub there is Bletchley Motors. In 1966 I bought a practically brand new Old English White MGB sports car from them, registration OPP 199D. I met Mary my wife-to-be and we did all our courting in this Fenny Stratford car. We kept it until 1971 when we needed funds to get married. My wife and I are ...see more
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Added 14 February 2016

Memories Of Fenny Stratford
My mother, Florrie Rollings, was born on April 23rd 1891 in one of a small row of cottages, now demolished at the A5 end of Victoria Road. I had many aunts and uncles both in Fenny and in Bletchley. My mother's brother, my Uncle Tom, was the signalman in the box in the goods yard. He won the MM in WW1 and I remember him being short of a couple of fingers, possibly due to that event. He lived in ...see more
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Added 12 August 2014

Council Yard
At the end of Staplehall Road, just a couple of houses down from where we lived, there was a council yard where was stored some heavy machinery, mainly a very large steam roller, a snow plow and some other wonderful giants. Sometimes after school when the yard went quiet we would climb through the fence and play on these things pretending to drive them, they had loads of wheels and levers to pull and turn. Great ...see more
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Added 13 February 2010

Born In Fenny Stratford
I was born at number 8 Woodbine Terrace; in attendance was nurse Brinklow the local midwife and Dr Gleeve. My parents were Jim and Vera  Cusack.                      Just after the begining of the war my mother, sister and grandparents moved to Fenny Stratford to be near my auntie Doris (mother's sister) and to be away from the dangers of London; they came from Dagenham and Hackney in the East End. ...see more
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Added 09 September 2009

Happy Days
When I was about 4 or 5 I moved from Water Eaton to Fenny. We lived with my gran, Mrs Gibson, in Church Street. We - my two brothers and myself, used to go to the Salvation Army Sunday School, we were only few doors away, and felt grown up walking the few yards away. I used to play the tambourine there (well, I used to rattle it about a bit). It was always nice and clean looking and felt homely. Next door was a ...see more
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Added 22 June 2009