High Wycombe, High Street c.1955
Photo ref: H84051
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Beyond the Red Lion (left), in the 1950s still a hotel, the tall many-chimneyed buildings of 1901 flank Corporation Street, the road cut in 1900 and originally intended as the site for council offices. Weighing in the Mayor This curious ceremony was 'revived' in 1892 by the then mayor-elect, Charles Harman Hunt. He claimed that the ceremony had lapsed in 1835; but there is no mention of it in preceding centuries, although there is a tradition is that it had started in the 17th century. Whatever the truth, it is now an annual ritual in which the mayor is weighed to see if he has grown fat at the ratepayers' expense. Following a procession in full regalia, the mayor, the councillors and other dignitaries process from the Council Chamber to the area in front of the Guildhall where the scales have been set up. The weighing- in result is called out by the beadle, who if the mayor has gained weight calls 'and some more' (boos from the crowd), or if he has lost weight or stayed the same calls out 'and no more' (hearty cheers all round). The charter trustee councillors value this curious ceremony highly.

A Selection of Memories from High Wycombe

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 High Wycombe

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My sister Carolyn Trew attended St Davids and I joined her age 4, but I was only there a year before it closed. I can’t remember all the teachers names, but remember one teacher letting us out and he knew all the pupils names I remember the rumble of the trains when we were down in the “ indoor playground” and the walks down to The Rye where we did our sports jumping on the wall of the bandstand. I used to meet ...see more
I was born in High Wycombe in 1938 and lived there till 1945. My school-time memories were of going to Godstowe with my sister, and winning the top spelling prize in the school - an achievement never since emulated! I remember my father taking me to the hilltop and pointing to a red glow in the distance, saying “That’s London burning”. We had a couple of doodlebugs which landed in nearby fields, and we ...see more
I was born in Amersham Hospital in 1956. It should have been the Shrubbery, but it was full on the day I decided I had had enough of the womb. Cut to the mid 60's and I'm a student at Crown House Primary in London Road opposite the Rye, a tiny private 6 class room, 11+cram school in an attractive Georgian residence. Happy memories there and yes, I passed what was really a glorified IQ test in 1967, ...see more
My maternal great grandmother (or possibly Great Aunt), Mrs Curtis, was of Romani (Gypsy) descent and lived in one of the row of cottages that fronted the Rye (Pann) Mill on London Road, High Wycombe, opposite the Trinity Church. The cottages have been demolished and the mill refurbished. According to family hearsay, Mrs Curtis was a master wicker basket weaver and wove a crib (cot) for a member of the royal ...see more