Within this section you will find historical photographs specifically of houses in the village. Some will be very old, others from perhaps 10 or 20 years ago. Either way, it’s interesting to see how the village and it’s houses have changed over time.
We would really value information about any of the photos including dates, names, little stories, however trivial since it all adds to the interest. Use the comment form at the bottom of the page.


Martlets was the original post office in the village. Here is a picture of that house as the post office plus a picture from 1986.

Photographer: Unknown

Park Cottage

Photographer: Unknown


  • Comment Author Cortland Richmond
    Post Time Sep 22, 2008 at 3:38 am
  • My Dad was stationed at Burderop Park’s USAF hospital during the period 1950-1954, and we stayed in Ogbourne St George for a while, in a thatched cottage some 400 years old, with plumbing run outside stone walls and through holes into the building. We moved to Aldbourne, and I can’t remember if it was there or in Ogbourne that the village pond — a magnet for tadpole-hunting boys –was modernized and made into a relatively sterile concrete water-piece. I did miss the tadpoles.

  • Comment Author David Grosvenor
    Post Time Mar 10, 2009 at 6:08 am
  • I lived in Ogbourne in the 50s and 60s and am so glad i found this site. I attended the primary school and was in Mrs Kinnear and Mrs Howes’ class before going to Marlborough Grammar School. My dad worked as a milkman at Park Farm in the days of Harry Poole and we lived in a couple of houses in the village. I mostly remember being at Park Close where on a recent visit from my current home in Queensland Australia i was amazed to discover that the wooden garage my dad built well over 45 years ago is still standing. I stayed for the night of my visit in The Inn with the Well or the Crown as it was known and loved talking to the landlady about my times as a youth in Ogboourne. So many happy memories came flooding back and even more amazingly so many of the names i remember are still in or around the village. I visited the church yard as I have done on past visits to pay respects to my childhood best friend Nick Child. We grew up together, went to school together, served at church services together, played rugby together and kept in touch until his untimely death in 1987. So good to see the pics of Ogbourne in the snow but not quite as impressive as the snow in 1962/3 which was an incredible blizzard with the village cut of for ages. Names i remember vividly from my time in Ogbourne are Tim Rose and his family Robert Dunn, Keith Hudson, Barry Venghaus, Tommy Chamberlain, Tanya and Fred Cartman, Bobby Lillywhite, the Thorn sisters, the Lovedays, the Stibbards, the Greys who owned the village shop, Heather Spreadbury, Shirley robinson (an american girl) Julie Luker, Jenny Merritt, the Parks of the Old Forge, the News who were pigeon fanatics, PCs Opie and Chapman who were friends of my Mum and Dad Eric Pat and Sarah Child, the Reeve family who emigrated to Australia as did the Strattons who used to run the service station and probably many more I can’t quite recall right now, random memories are playing tennis on the courts at the Manor, playing football on the pitch which used to be behing Park Close, walking dogs in the hills, mucking around building rafts on the OG river, watching the trains steam by, apple noggin in the Holt-Wilson,s garden, the annual village fete, cowboys and indians revolving around our imagined fort on the Roses farm, helping with the harvest, the christmas market, tanks rolling in the streets in the 50s, walking to Chiseldon Camp to see the Queen in the early 50s, World Scout Jamboree and hosting some Swedish scouts-amazed how ell they spoke English,supporting Swindon Town (still do), selling golf balls back to wayward golfers and oh so many more. Hoping to visit again soon and hope to stay a little longer this time. good luck with the site and thanks for the memories.

  • Comment Author eleanor northrop hall
    Post Time Aug 22, 2009 at 3:16 am
  • I, too lived in Ogbourne, Southend, while my Dad, a Chaplain was statoned at Burderop Park. We lived in the Olde Toll House. I was the only American at the Marlborough Grammar School at that time. I have memories too numerous to mention. Have returned to the area many times since those early 1950’s. In fact plan another visit in October of 2009. –Some of our ancestors came from England, Beccles area and Manningham. Again, more stories than I have room for here. Just a hello to the dear friends from Ogbourne.

  • Comment Author Donald MacLean
    Post Time Sep 25, 2009 at 4:13 pm
  • I was recalled to the Army (Captain, Royal Signals) in 1956 and spent the summer of that year in the nearby camp. In October we flew from Lyneham to Malta and sailed to the invasion of Port Said on November 4th in one of the vehicle ferries from the Irish Sea (an ex-RN Landing Ship) which had been similarly pressganged. I have written my “Suez” story as Blog 9 in my website

  • Comment Author Kevin Cartee
    Post Time Sep 30, 2009 at 5:28 pm
  • Just went there today what a beautiful place - my mother was born there and grew up in Aldbourne - Glenys Morgans - I’m half American and half British. my father was in the USAF - I have dual citizenship and Live in Swindon now after living in the USA for over 40 years - Wiltshire is a beautiful county with so many villages in it - as well as its famed Avebury stone Circle & Stone Henge & its white horses etc. Its just so beautiful to go and see where you came from .

  • Comment Author robert dunn
    Post Time Oct 11, 2009 at 9:35 pm
  • I also was a resident at Ogbourne. St George between 1950 to 1968. please can you advise me how I can follow up a reply to your readers messages, or add to the Comments. David Grosvenor and his family were very good friends of mine, I now live near Liverpool and often visit Ogbourne and stay at (The Inn With The Well) In my early years I lived at Roseneath for around 15 years Roseneath is featured in one of your items… Robert Dunn

  • Comment Author robert dunn
    Post Time Oct 13, 2009 at 8:52 pm
  • The fasination of village life during the late fifties and early sixties when village life were safe havens for everyone,as for Ogbourne well it had its General Store,a Butcher’s shop, Filling Station,two dairy farms right in the middle of the village only to be separated by the High Street,a railway station where endless hours spent watching the Steam Trains pulling in and out, we had a nearby Army Camp and regularly heard the march ef Foot Soldiers making their way to the station, and with all this and other things to do I became lucky to share my growing up with some great friends in David Cartman, Glyn Hamblin, Barry Looker, Bernard Darcy,Tommy Chamberlain,Barry Venghaus and many more, sadly David Cartman died several years ago after suffering a long illness,one of our favourite play areas was spending time at the Lime Kiln pit and pretending to drive the disused lorries, we had our regular Monday night Youth Club held at the Village Hall with the guidence of two girls, not to sure of their names but I think Carole Pierce and her Sister, (local policeman’s daughter’s) who kept their eyes on proceedings, at least once every year most of the villagers turned out to play either football or cricket and it would be Dads versus the Children and the Mum’s would provide sandwiches and cakes and bottles of pop and this was a full day. Like most kids we were not all little angels and me being the Little Devil of em all,,we had free range apples,pears,plums,gooseberries at our mercy around every wall and corner. Later I tackled the evening paper round for Sylvia and Fred Newman, think there wereonly about 60/70 papers but still took around one and a half hours. Just across the main road from where I lived was a gentleman named Lou Rushen and he could often be seen carrying a Yoke some 60 to 70 yards to a stand-pipe across the busy main road 4/5 times a day to fill them, needless to say they wern’t always full when he got home. two day.s a week we had permission to use both tennis courts, Holt -Wilsons on the Tues and Frosts on the Friday. Harvest-time always exciting for all of us and being allowed to ride on the tractors and combine harvesters was always a thrill then later on when it reached bailing time again all the boys would lend a hand, don’t think Health and Safety would even consider that sort of practice today although accidents are still happening today. Some other names crop up from time to time but never heard or seen them for almost 50yrs. Richard Johnson, Keith Hudson,Ann Arslett,Patricia Copplestone. Istill visit Ogourne a couple of times each year even thogh its around 40yrs since I moved up to the North of England

  • Comment Author David Baldwin
    Post Time Feb 15, 2010 at 2:28 pm
  • I’m glad a stumbled across this site, I’ve been doing some research in my family history. Henry Arthur Langley Ogbourne was my granddad’s name, i don’t know if anyone has heard of him?

    I know he was in boarding school most of he’s child hood and attended Marlborough college.

    My granddads father was Charles ***** Langley Ogbourne. And He’s father was Kenneth **** Langley Ogbourne.

    I know one of he’s ambitions was to buy back the family home, so i would love to know which house (possibly a manor, hearing stories from when i was child.)

    Any information would be appreciated - My email is

  • Comment Author Michael Reading
    Post Time Apr 23, 2010 at 9:21 pm
  • My mother I were evacuated to Ogbourne St George in September 1939 I was almost six years of age. We lived with the Sheppard family whose house and business was very near the village school, which I attended. I have a photograph of the signboard over the Sheppard premises, which states that they were, Carpenters, Wheelwrights, Undertakers, Shoeing and General Smiths. They also kept some cows and I used to watch the cows being milked.

    There was no electricity in the village at that time, but this was being installed just as we were leaving. I believe lighting was by oil lamps. I can remember going to Marlborough on the bus. We were at Ogbourne for a very short time, for although war had been declared, nothing seemed to be happening and so we returned home to London.

  • Comment Author Scott M. Connolly
    Post Time Dec 5, 2010 at 5:20 am
  • My father, Lt. Col Owen F. Connolly, USAF, was stationed at nearby Burderop Park 7505th USAF Hospital from 1958-1961. Dad used to play golf weekends at Ogbourne St. George. He was aterrific golfer and I’d caddy for him. (Dad was in the USAF Med Corps then, a Deputy Hospital Administrator & base Provost Marshal). Hope that course is still up; it gave me a unique impression of English golf & always will.

  • Comment Author Andy Haslam
    Post Time Mar 4, 2011 at 3:14 pm
  • I grew up and lived in Ogbourne St George in the late1950s, 60s and early 70’s before joining the army and my family then moving away.
    My father (David Haslam) was the golf professional based at the golf club located by the village (Swindon Golf club) from 1956 – 1972 and we lived in Golf cottage in the bottom of the village. My grandparents Walter and Sally also lived in the village until moving on my family move and the death of my grandfather.
    I attended the village primary school and was in Mrs Kinnear and Mrs Howes’ class before going to Marlborough secondary school, my sister Caroline also followed me, later attending the Marlborough Grammar School but my other younger siblings went to a primary school in Marlborough. I vividly remember the daily bottle of milk at school when in the winter the cream froze out of the top of the tin foil caps.
    It was a place with a lot to do, the church hall being the middle point for youngsters, the river and bridge at the bottom of the village next to the apple orchard kept us busy in the autumn and the old army camp – disused by the time I was old enough to visit alone was a big attraction, picking up old bullets and brass cartridge cases from the ranges on the hillsides. Making “dens” in the barns full of bales was a regular pastime and luckily no one was injured in all the time!
    The steam trains ran regularly until the line was cut and I used to visit and watch them pass with my grandfather often.
    I haven’t been back to the village since I passed through once in 1989, and since living in South Africa since 1995 I haven’t had the chance to visit again.
    I hope to return back at some stage and show my wife where I grew up.
    I unfortunately can’t remember any names from when I lived there, but if anyone remembers me drop me a line or two!

  • Comment Author Dave Scherer
    Post Time May 1, 2011 at 7:04 pm
  • I was stationed at RAF Burderop Park from 1958 to 1961 Lt. Col Owen F Connolly was Provost Marshall. I was in the Air Police section and was directly under Msgt Bertholf. We worked many times with Col Connolly.
    Those were some of my most favorite times there at Burderop. I have been back ther several times to walk down the hospital corridors again. What a nice feeling to be back there again, now that it has all been torn down

  • Comment Author clive goodman
    Post Time Sep 5, 2011 at 6:17 pm
  • Just read these, a truly fascinating account of village life, I remember Dave Grovesnor being a very good athlete, a a good bowler at cricket, we once made a boxing ring with baler twine in Nick Childs back garden, we used to box bear knuckle, all good fun, and with a degree of sportsmanship as well.
    I recall the youth club I think when I attended a chap called Dudley Wait ran it, I may be wrong on this though.
    I racall my dad working with Mr Grosvener on Park Farm, and he once put new studs on my very old pair of football boots.
    We once built an underground den in Davids back garden, I also recall the Fort on Mick Roses farm, I ended up working on that farm for a while untill I went nursing.
    I too can recall Mr and Mrs Scott , we used to call them although they did have a son called David Grey, who was studying botany at Edinburgh university, he worked on Maundrells farm during one summer, he taught me the names of some grasses and wild flwers, which I have never forgotten.
    I too have been to pay respects at poor old Nicks grave, what adreadfull shame.
    David and Rob Dunn, you have realy evoked yet more memories, funnily enough I think I took over from Rob working in Harry Holts butchers after school, he was an ardent Burnley supporter, and fair play they did have a faif old side in those days.
    I recall once when the general election was taking place, and there was a poster bearing the name and photo of Percival Pott, Frankie Poole severly upbraided us for making mud pies and throwing them at said photo, enough enough, I could go for hours.

  • Comment Author Rob Williams
    Post Time Sep 12, 2011 at 11:10 pm
  • Hi
    I have just moved into the property “Roseneath” opposite the inn with the welll. I would love to know some history about my new property,such as where the name orginates??

    Any info greatfully recieved

  • Comment Author clive goodman
    Post Time Sep 13, 2011 at 1:56 pm
  • Sorry Rob not able to throw any light on the subject, although I expect if you were to contact the archives at County Hall at Trowbridge, they may have some leads for you follow.
    Hope you settle well and enjoy your new home , in my former Home Village.
    I`m sure you will meet some local people who will `fill` you in on many flklore based stories.
    All the best , Clive.

  • Comment Author Paul scott
    Post Time Sep 13, 2011 at 8:59 pm
  • Hi. we live at the other end of the cottages (Woodbine Cottage). The row of houses were owned by one family for much of their history I think. Doreen who lived in your house until recently, also owned the other 2 next door and rented them. She used to live with her Gran in our house I believe. When Gran died, her sister had our houses and Doreen took the other 3. Our houses were owned by 2 people before us and have over the years been combined, had extensions and we added more last year! I think the cottages were originally owned by the pub which was originally the crown, hence being crown cottages.

    I’m sure others might know more. There are lots of pictures in the web site of the houses
    Cheers, Paul

  • Comment Author jean daly
    Post Time Mar 28, 2012 at 8:51 pm
  • My maternal grandparents died in the influenza pandemic in October 1918 in Ogbourne St Andrew, Maisey near Marlborough. Daniel Joseph Kennedy (age 40) died on 28/10/1918 and his death was registered on the same date. Mary Catherine Kennedy (age 28) died on 30th October 1918. Death was certified by W.B. Maurice, M.R.C.S. (record HB 997617).

    Both are buried in the churchyard in Ogbourne St. Andrew, which is on the A.346 south of Swindon and the M.4. Their plot and headstone are in the front part of the cemetery. From memory it seems that the plot is about 15 feet in from the front railing and about the same distance from the left side of the burial ground. I have photos of the headstone but unfortunately they are the old wet film type rather than as digital images so I cannot attach them. The headstone is a plain stone one about one metre high and there are no surrounds or other ornamentation on the plot.

    My mother then aged 2 years and her sister 4 years were returned to their maternal grandmother in Ireland but as she died when I was young I have no information on how she left or indeed any detail.

    i would be grateful to receive information of that period.
    Jean Daly …Geneva

  • Comment Author Joyce Davison
    Post Time Jun 9, 2012 at 3:11 am
  • I was married to a person In the American airforce ,I had my Daughter at Buredrop park she was born May 29 1964 , we live In America and she would love to see the hospital where she was born ,
    Joyce Davison.

  • Comment Author Ed Schussler
    Post Time Jul 7, 2012 at 4:56 pm
  • Previous contributors waxing nostalgically about their Burderop connections and experiences may derive some pleasure, knowledge and even a little amusement from the many contributions of dozens of other “Burds” on the RAF Burderop facebook page.

  • Comment Author northrop hall, eleanor
    Post Time Jan 2, 2013 at 7:56 pm
  • Just out of curiosity returned to this site today. Corky Richmond, I remember you and your family so well. I think I conned you into hitting tennis balls with me. Your Mom, Jinx, was a delightful lady. My sister, Virginia, and I were wondering about the USAF friends from Burderop Park days recently. I remember sitting down to dinner only to have a herd of cows pass by and peer in the window as we ate. I understand “our” Old Toll House is now on the National Register. It is a dear cottage.

  • Comment Author Burderop Park USAF Hosp
    Post Time May 29, 2013 at 7:46 pm
  • Several people are looking for friends on our own page on Facebook:
    Burderop Park Hospital.

  • Comment Author eleanor northrop hall
    Post Time May 30, 2013 at 12:43 am
  • Again,
    Received an email alert of a comment on this site. Still interested in hearing of the Rubensteins and Richmonds who lived in the cottages near ours in the early 1950’s. We were at Ogbourne Southend. Love to hear from any of you.

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  • Comment Author Albert Northrop
    Post Time Feb 27, 2014 at 5:10 pm
  • My first trip to the site. Eleanor Northrop Hall is my sister and she turned me on to it. Fond memories as well. I started school in Marlboro - Kingsbury Hill House. Still have my beanie! I do remember the Richmonds but just barely. I was, ahem, quite young. We’ll be visiting London this summer and I hope to drive out to see The Old Toll House once again.

  • Comment Author Carl Norvitz
    Post Time Apr 30, 2014 at 9:11 pm
  • I was stationed at Burderop Park in the early 1950’s. I remember Chaplain Northrop very well. My wife and I talked to him as we were trying to adopt a child. Although we were not of his faith, he took a great deal of time with us. God Bless.

  • Comment Author eleanor northrop hall
    Post Time Apr 30, 2014 at 9:29 pm
  • Carl Norvitz, How nice of you to post on this site. Keep it up! As an adult I have come to learn how special my Dad was to many, many people. We had guests in our home of numerous faiths.
    Have to ask, did you adopt? Would enjoy hearing more of your story, and life after England.
    For anyone else reading this posting: still searching for info from/of the Richmonds and Rubensteins–both doctors on the base, and our neighbors in the thatched cottages in the Southend.

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  • Comment Author Burderop
    Post Time Dec 30, 2014 at 9:46 pm
  • To those looking for this person:
    Dr Alan S. Rubenstein
    Learn about upgrading this memorial…
    Birth: Apr. 13, 1925
    Onondaga County
    New York, USA
    Death: Aug. 20, 2003
    Sangamon County
    Illinois, USA

    Dr. Alan S. Rubenstein, 78, of Springfield, formerly of Syracuse, N.Y., died Wednesday, Aug. 20, 2003, at Memorial Medical Center.

    He was born April 13, 1925, in Syracuse, the son of Harold and Ida Arkin Rubenstein. He married Michelle Rhodes in 1998 in Springfield.

    Dr. Rubenstein graduated from Syracuse University, College of Liberal Arts in 1944 and Syracuse University, College of Medicine in 1947. He was a U.S. Air Force veteran serving in the Korean War.

    He was a rotating intern at Robert Packer Hospital and Guthrie Clinic in Sayre, Pa., from 1947-48; anesthetist at Tyler Memorial Hospital in Meshoppen, Pa., from 1948-50; general rural practitioner in Le Raysville, Pa., from 1948-50; resident in otolaryngology at New York Eye and Ear Infirmary in New York from 1950-51; medical officer in the Fifth Hospital Group, Burderop Park, England with the rank of captain from 1951-53; senior resident in otolaryngology at New York Eye and Ear Infirmary in New York, N.Y., from 1953-54; private practice of otolaryngology in Wilkes-Barre, Pa., from 1954-56. He had 45 years of service at Springfield Clinic from 1956-01.

    He was a clinical associate professor of surgery, department of otolaryngology, head and neck surgery at Southern Illinois University School of Medicine; chairman of the laser committee at St. John’s Hospital; and executive committee at St. John’s Hospital from 1990-92.

    He was a member of the American College of Chest Physicians; American Academy of Otolaryngology, Head and Neck Surgery; Society of University Otolaryngologists; Pennsylvania and Illinois Society of Ophthalmology and Otolaryngology; American Medical Association; Illinois State Medical Association; Sangamon County Medical Association; Temple B’rith Shalom; Springfield Jewish Federation and American Board of Otolaryngology.

    Survivors: wife, Michelle; two sons, David (wife, Judy) Rubenstein of Naperville and Mark (wife, Lisa) Rubenstein of Springfield; three daughters, Bonnie Rubenstein of Silver Springs, Md., Amy Pacenta of Villa Park, Fla., and Kathy (husband, Peter) Erlichson of Chesterfield, Mo.; a stepson, Jacob Sturm of Springfield; a stepdaughter, Hannah Sturm of Springfield; 12 grandchildren; a great-grandchild; a sister, Dotsie Krupkin of Lompoc, Calif.; and two nieces.

    Services: Bisch Funeral Home West, Rabbi Michael Datz officiating. Burial: Oak Ridge Cemetery.

    State Journal-Register (Springfield, IL) - August 21, 2003

  • Comment Author eleanor northrop hall
    Post Time Dec 31, 2014 at 3:51 am
  • Thank you for this post. We, the Northrops, lived down the lane from the Rubensteins. My sister, Virginia, was caring for their two children while they took a trip to the Continent. I think it was in Switerland, that Mrs. Rubenstein stepped in front of a bus and was killed instantly. The family immediately returned to the States. I was probably 12 hers old. I have often wondered what happened to the two children–David and Bonnie. If ever on this site, let me know.

  • Comment Author Cortland Richmond
    Post Time Mar 11, 2015 at 6:00 pm
  • It has been quite some time since I last visited here; surprised to see anyone remembered me and my Mom and Dad (Cortland Sr). My own memories of the village and the thatched cottage we lived in are sparse, partly due to time and partly to age, as I’m now 70.

    We moved from Ogbourne to Aldbourne, where we leased a rather stately place owned by a R.A. Major while he was abroad in Transjordan, and returned to the US in 1954

    I was last in the UK while I was a soldier stationed in Germany, in 1976 or so, showing my then-wife some of the places I remembered. By then the buses had stopped running more than a few times each day, so we have no chance to visit either village.

  • Comment Author eleanor northrop hall
    Post Time Mar 11, 2015 at 11:43 pm
  • Courtland (didn’t we call you Corky?), I remember you very well.My Dad was the base Chaplain. I have two brothers, Albert and Joe Northrop, who are nearer to your age, and we lived sort of behind your house. I especially remember your Mom, Jinx. We exchanged Christmas cards for many years. Wasn’t your Dad an ENT MD? He and my Dad shared a love of photography.
    I have visited Ogbourne many times since living there. Our area looks very much the same. The current owners in and around the village have been very friendly to us.
    Would you share more details of your experiences since England? I’d love to hear; and I will share with my brothers (both attorneys in Indiana and Maryland.)

    s in Indiana and Maryland)

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