Nostalgic memories of Ottershaw'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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I was sent here,after frequent bouts of Asthma. My memories are mostly favourable. We used to make huts in the woods and I predictably, made the village pub. I achieved a swimming medal , got thrown out of the Cubs,for playing football with my woggle and remember being held up by my "Sideburns" for doing so. I also had to go to the parent school, Pilgrims at half term, as I couldn't go home and also being the ...see more
I was a 9 year old boarder at the Meath School for a year in 1981/1982. In those days the school was a state specialist convalescence school for respiratory diseases. I remember my time in Ottershaw fondly. Each week we'd all walk in a group to the nice sweet shop in the village so that we could spend our I think 30p pocket money. The shop attendant was so patient with each of us as we uh'med and ah'ed over ...see more
My first memory of Ottershaw was the big freeze in the early 50's when, with a friend's help, I built a snow wall across Bousley Rise near to the top of the hill just before our house "Lintons". My father James Daborn [Jim] was not best pleased at having to dig a way through on getting back from work. My mother [Marjorie Daborn] was a teacher at the primary school, then on the crossroads of Brox Road, Slade Road ...see more
My sister was baptised in Ottershaw Church on a bitterly cold day in early 1959!
My family came to live in Ottershaw in 1952 when I was 5 years old. My father, Charles Coulson, had moved us from the North of England owing to lack of work since his de-mob from the RAF. He was employed as a chauffeur/gardener by Mr W King of 'Tudor Cottage', Coach Road. We lived in 'Oak Cottage', Coach Road, owned by Mr King. That came with the job. As a young boy having just moved from the side of the ...see more