You Can Take The Boy And Girl Out Of Stanwell But You Cant Take Stanwell Out Of The Boy And Girl

A Memory of Stanwell.

Wow !! what a trip down memory lane, i read all the memories and can relate to most of them. We moved to Stanwell in the early 50's after my Father got a job at BOAC , my mum ended up at BEA at Hatton Cross. We lived in Everest Road, just off Clare Rd, the only house there for a while until they built the rest of the estate. I ended up living in the Village near the Wheatsheaf Pub but my local seemed to be the 3 Crowns in Long Lane for a few years, plus the Swan, The Rising Sun, The 5 Bells and the Happy Landing on the odd occasion although my father did work some times as a barman there. I went to Lord Knivetts Scool for a year then Town Farm infants and Juniors. Worked like every one else at the airport for a cargo agents. I remember the fairs both in the village and in Hollywell Way, iImade a lot of life long friends in Stanwell , some of them still live there , it was a great place to grow up in . I lived there from when i was 3 until i was 53 so saw a lot of changes during that time but Stanwell then never seemed to lose its Spirit. When i am on business at the airport now I always stay at the Stanwell Hall hotel and normally have a wander around the village and the pubs ( that are still there ).There have been a lot of changes and it now seems to have lost a lot of the friendly atmosphere it once had , maybe that's just a sign of the times . Last time there i went to my Mums grave in Town Lane opposite Town Farm School, I do recognise a lot of the names in there on the head stones some of who I went to school with . I now live in the Peak District but my Children who were all born in Stanwell still live near by . Great memories of a childhood that was free although sometimes tough.