Nostalgic memories of Woodford Bridge's local history
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Displaying Memories 31 - 40 of 52 in total
I was born in 1934 and my first home was 15 Stoneycroft Road. We lived there until 1937 when we moved to 19 Claybury Road. I remember going down the air raid shelter under the Woodford Bridge Green. It was a damp, claustrophobic place comprising a series of concrete tunnels and I have the impression it was always crowded. I remember standing on the top of Millman's Hill or Drapers Hill as it was sometimes ...see more
I remember my father speaking about Woodford Bridge and High Road, Woodford. His name was Clarence Harris Bickers and together with my mother we all lived at 52 St. Ronan's Crescent. When we were bombed my father lost a leg and I was injured, we then moved away to live with the family of my mother's uncle in High Wycombe, Bucks. My father's uncle, William Benjamin Bickers, lived in Snakes Lane, ...see more
I was a pupil at St John's Open Air School from April 1958 until December 1961. Most of the boys like myself were boarders from other parts of the country and we have all lost contact with each other until recently when through a website a few of us have made contact again, but none of us have any photos of the school and I have been unsuccsessfull in obtaining any school reports etc. I ...see more
My mum worked at Claybury for many years, myself and younger sister were schooled at a Catholic school in Manford Way, due to hours my mother worked we were dropped off at hospital until my mum's shift had finished. I will always remember the gardens where me and my sister would play, so beautifuly kept by the patients, we would spent hours playing, also the peacefulness of these gardens, so ...see more
I was talking to my nan today and she told me she used to be a care assistant, her name's Thereas, she told me all her stories, she didn't tell me when she worked there but she is 65 now so it was a while back.
I lived in Woodford Green from 1945 but went to Ray Lodge School from the age of about 8. Does anyone remember the little shop by the school gates.....I think that it was run by mother who had a daughter whose name I have completely forgotten now.
I have no actual memory but my mother tells me that when she visited her mother at Claybury, I played on the grounds with my father. We emigrated in 1956 when I was 8 and I finally got to go back in 1983 and saw her for the first and only time. She of course didn't know who I was. I went to the office and did see her records but was so upset I didn't really absorb anything. I cried all the way in, while I was ...see more
I've just come across this site. My memory years are really from 1938 up to 1958, when I married and left Crownhill Road, but I have returned several times recently, as it draws me back to 'home', although we moved there (from Burnley), in Oct.1936, when I was just over 4/years old (I am now 77). I had a brother, (Gervase, now called 'John' ), 3/years older than me. My wife & two sons, have ...see more
This wonderful picture might show visitors leaving after visiting time, or as I prefer to think, it could be gardeners and other staff leaving after their day's work is done: in which case the tall moustachioed gent in the front row could easily be my grandfather, George Crabb. He worked there in the inter-war years, and retired in about 1941.
Both my parents were nurses at Claybury during the 1950s. My dad worked days and my mum worked nights. I can remember her telling me that when she did 'the rounds' during the night she used to ride her bike through the dark corridors crunching over cockroaches! Dad was umpire for the Clabury cricket team and my brother and I spent many a warm sunny Sunday playing in the grounds of the hospital while Mum sat ...see more