Nostalgic memories of Wilburton's local history

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This is the school I went to, and really enjoyed my time here. Mr. Gothard was the Headmaster. We also had a lovely Welsh teacher in the middle class, and I think Miss Yarrow took the little ones. (A very short walk through to Berristead Close where we lived.) We had to walk up to the village hall - St. Peter's - for our school lunches as there was no canteen. The school is at the bottom of Carpond Lane, ...see more
Has not changed much over time - apart from the loss of the old oak tree.
This is the other side of the road from the Post Office, with a very old car parked in front of Hazel's shop, which sold all sorts of things including penny chews and sweets. You can see the old tree, and the bus stop and the end of the Blacksmith's cottage. The works would have been behind the tree. Towards the end of the road is the old Victorian School, and School Lane where my father lived when he was growing up in the 1920s -1930s.
Post Office and shop on the left. Mrs. Cornwall was the Postmistress. On the right is a lovely tree next to the Blacksmith's cottage, which was cut down for a new house later on. Lovely empty street here. Wonder who the child is?
This looks like the Manor School. Back in the 1950s/1960s the Headmaster's youngest son was a friend, and we used to play in the grounds.
This is called 'The Piece'. In the 1950s it was a place to play, and go on the swings, and there was a village sports day here. It is still there, though the pavilion developed. Known today for the Fireworks night and Beer Festival.
The Oak Tree was amazing, and big enough to hide behind as a small child. It was a key feature throughout childhood. It was a shame when it was cut down. It is near the Berristead, the Elizabethan manor house, and was allegedly planted by a Tudor, though not sure who.
This is where I grew up. In the summer we played on the green with other children, and when the trees were a little bigger than this enjoyed climbing them. Happy Memories. The trees are a little bigger now and the green has been chopped into for parking, and there is also a children's playpark there. The houses do not look much different.