Nostalgic memories of Lechlade on Thames's local history

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Gosh, from aged 8-12 years I was here. Now 30 years later I am still friends with girls who were here. It was just awful. We got locked in rooms for 24-48 hours with just bread, water and no electricity for doing absolutely nothing. I remember being hit, ridiculed and we were not allowed to wash properly, have mirrors or watch TV. Warped. Unfortunately my local priest today remembers the nuns/priest here. It would put you off the Catholic Church.
This is not really a memory but more of an ask; I have a relitave that was born and lived in Fyfield/Lechlade by the name of James Richard Hall, he was a local herdsman on a farm and was born in 1921 and I think, died in 1979. Any info or memories of him would be great as I am trying to do my family tree. Thanks.
I have horrendous memories of my time at St Clothilde School, from 1979-1986. My contemporaries were lovely, but the nuns were warped, and seemed to delight in public humiliation, and denial of the real world's existence. I had a truly horrific experience in their hands, I think because I was branded dyslexic and victimised for it. For seven years I was made to stand up in front of ...see more
I went to the convent from around 1963 t0 1971 and I was very happy there as a little "German girl". We went on the mini bus from Swindon with a few pupils we picked up on the way and already had a jolly time before we even got there. I remember the great trees just beyond the tennis court, one with a hollow branch we used to crawl into and peep out at the other end, the freezing cold swimming ...see more
I think it was around this time (1993) that I attended St Clots! I was sent there as I had been enjoying, to date, my time at bording school in Berkshire. My mother and my auntie had spent many many happy years here when my grandparents were living in Africa, so they thought I would be happy here too. So, it turned out that I wasn’t very happy here, although that had nothing to do with my lovely friends, ...see more
I am sure I am right. I have the fondest memory of this place. We were sent on holiday there by the Country Holiday Fund. We were inner city kids. The place was so beautiful and every one so kind. Obviously to us this was a very rich environment and I remember the children left things for us when they went home for the summer. I got my first pair of roller skates. The nuns were very kind to us. ...see more
I was at the Convent when this picture was taken. In the foreground you can see the tennis courts. Our dormitories were on the 'Top Landing', the windows you can see on the second floor. The Convent was run by the order of St Clotilde and was started by Mere Fontaine in Paris to look after the orphaned children of the revolution. At this time the Reverend Mother was Sister Marie-Dominique, who sadly died ...see more