Nostalgic memories of Marlow's local history

Share your own memories of Marlow and read what others have said

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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Harleyford was my weekend home for some twenty years when the Foley Brothers turned the place into an exclusive caravan park, we had a small boat and would go shopping into Marlow or up to Henley. It was probably one of those idyllic places, the manor house was a small restaurant where I worked with the Desmonds and met all sorts of interesting people, the cooking was done by the chefs from RAF Medmenham. There was Derek ...see more
A wealth of memories flood in: Saturday morning pictures followed by sausages from Clarkes, the Butchers made by "Uncle" Len Roblett with whom I and my brother were evacuated from London together with his wife "Aunt" Rosie and their sons Goosey & Dadle up Munday Dean. Visits to the sweet shop in old Dean Street. Sheltering from the Doodle Bug which landed at Bovingdon Green and visits to the Bathing ...see more
I grew up in Marlow during the 60s. I have wonderful memories of a really free childhood of bike rides, exploring the woods, rowing a very old boat on the river, even swimming which my mum never found out about , and just general messing about! We used to go to Marlow Common and play in the trenches, or trek through the woods to Marlow Bottom to make camps or down to the end of St Peter's Street to fish, on ...see more
My father was born in Marlow and mother had already made 2 very good friends before she met and married him.  As a result we as children (I was the eldest of 6) found it a wonderful haven to be welcomed at their home on countless occasions as we were growing up.  We lived in London, each journey was an adventure going to stay in the 'country'. My first memory is being met at the station with Uncle and his bicycle ...see more