Nostalgic memories of Denham'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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Displaying Memories 11 - 19 of 19 in total
I was at Denham Court from 1958 - 1962. I remember Mr.& Mrs. Hill clearly and they had a son called Stephen and an older daughter whose name escapes me. I remember wheeling barrowloads of coke from near the rose gardens to the boiler house, for punishment. I also recall the work we had to do in the mornings before school and sometimes in the evening. Despite some memories of the bad times, it taught me to look after myself and not have to rely on others!
I was also in Denham Court for about a year in 1960. I remember Mr Hill. I actually enjoyed my time there. My dad had died and my Mum was in hospital for a long time. Coming from South London, I found the freedom and grounds of the place really exciting. I remember some kids ran away, getting onto barges on the canal to get to London. I do recall that we were disliked by the shopkeepers in Denham Village, possibly due to ...see more
I was placed in Denham Court on 20th February 1953 at the age of 12 years (just five days before my thirteenth birthday, which I recall was not even acknowledged by anyone) when it was a Children's Home. The Matron and her husband were Mr. and Mrs David Hill. They had a daughter called Susan and I believe she was about the same age as me. The home was populated by approximately 35 boys and only 5 girls! We used to ...see more
Correct me if I am wrong but I think that this view shows the splendid canal side pub which I remember as "The Malt Shovel". One fine evening in May 2004 the dancers from two Harrow based Morris sides met here and entertained a crowd of pub regulars and a few passing narrow boats on the Grand Union Canal. I was there with my piano accordian to lead the Whitethorn Band and I ...see more
I lived in Denham in the 1950s and lived at The Lea which was a children's home then. It was lovely there and I loved the village and my junior school. We used to go to Uxbridge to spend our pocket money either to buy sweets or go to the pictures. I also belonged to the Brownies which was great fun. If anyone wants to share memories and reminisce please contact me at: gayeclifford@hotmail.co.uk - I would be very ...see more
One fine Saturday in March 1982 I went along with my friends to play my piano accordian for the clog morris dancers of Whitethorn Morris. The "side" were formed a few years earlier and I had been learning to play my accordian with them since 1979 and greatly enjoying myself as there aren't that many hobbies where you have to go to a pub! On that day we went first to The Swan for an ...see more
I was born in 1938 but came to live in Denham in 1948. My dad was then the local Police Sergeant, Sid Smith and my mum, Hilda, was a member of the Mothers' Union and Women's Institute. I remember going to school on Cheapside Lane - Headmaster Entwhistle after Captain Thompson, Jack Rudman, Miss Martin, Miss Richardson - students Neville Johnson, Ann Seymour, Maureen Dyson, David Campling - so long ago. Being in ...see more
I remember this bridge from when I was little and living in Higher Denham. We often walked into the village this way, past the lovely brick wall and past the hut where we got free orange juice after the war. My grandmother ran the pub, THE PLOUGH, which was up the road straight ahead in the photo. My brother once fell in the river near this bridge. We were in the tiny newsagent's shop in the village, and he went ...see more
My father, Edward Wyatt, spent every spare moment he could flying his glider at Denham airfield. We lived in Higher Denham and used to get taken to the airfield many a Sunday. I was 6 in 1953, and I recall the taste of the soup that was served in the canteen, and of course, the flights themselves. My brother, sister, and I were strapped into the back seat of the glider and off we would go, my father often ...see more