Within this section you will find historical photographs of people from the village. Some will be very old, others from perhaps 10 or 20 years ago.
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.

Brian Mitchell

Some new photos from Brian Mitchell

Ogbourne St George Football Team ( Pre-War ) Six a Side.
L-R Boswell, Frank Allen(Village Blacksmith), Bill Winchcombe , George (Jack) Coplestone, Arthur Cripps, Hargraves.

Demolition of Camp
Photo L-R
George Wright, Frank Mitchell and historian Bill King.

School Photo 1946

Back Row L-R: Miss Rimes; Not Known, Joan Chamberlain, N K, Jean Townley,N K, Amey Cripps, Mary Sykes, Greta D’Arcy, Sheila Johnson, Mrs Howse (Head Mistress)

Third Row L-R: Arthur Cripps, Cliff (Spicky) Olley, Colin Newman , Dennis Cripps, Henry Witts, Mick Sykes, Mick Edney, Colin Townley, N K, Billy Sykes.

Second Row L-R: Pam Waite, Annie Sykes, Florence Nichols, N K, N K, Peggy Chamberlain, Margaret Power, N K,

Front L-R: Bubbles, Jenny Sheppard, Brian Mitchell, Sonia Cartman, Patrick D’Arcy, Pam Cook, N K, Helen Claridge, Dougie D’Arcy, Ray Fletcher, N K.

Antonio’s Ice Cream Cart
Villagers in Fancy Dress for Marlborough Carnival, early 1950’s.
In Cart L-R Doug Simpkins, Rod Coplestone,Christine Coplestone, Gwen Winchcombe’s Daughters( Jane and Libby )?
Standing L-R Gwen Winchcombe, Brian Mitchell, David Roberts, Edith Coplestone (nee Winchcombe ) , Nell Mitchell (nee Coplestone ) Bill Winchcombe.


Doreen has lived in the village for the whole of her life. Her grandmother owned the Crown cottages (opposite the Inn with the Well). Doreen lived originally in the house now known as Woodbine cottage but on the death of her grandmother, she took ownership of other crown cottages, moving to Roseneath (No 1 crown cottages).

Here are a few pictures she provided.

Photographer: Doreen

Ogbourne Boys football team

“We had much success and won many cups and medals whilst managed by Mr Percy Claridge who was a lovely man and gave so much of his time to us kids.”

Photographer: Brian Mitchell

Brian Mitchell and Censor

Brian Mitchell says: “This is of myself with our dog ‘Censor’ a retired champion Greyhound.He caught us many a rabbit dinner! This picture also shows the row of cottages and gardens from the rear. Most of us kept chickens, Ducks or Pigs.

Photographer: Brian Mitchell’s family?

Potato Harvest 1940 - ‘Dig for Victory’

These photographs were taken by Oliver Frost. They show the potato harvest in The Manor House kitchen garden. At the time there were 16-18 people living in the house, including family, cook/housekeeper, between 6 and 10 evacuee children from London, cowman, and gardener. The second picture is of the head gardener, Frank Arslett, a junior gardener H Lewis, and Joyce Frost (then Joyce Montagu).

Photographer: Oliver Frost

Rev Dunn, Tim Ormond and Mrs Kinneir

A newspaper cutting from 1972, of Rev Dunn and Tim Ormond presenting Mrs Kinneir a silver platter on her retirement. Mrs Kinneir was a teacher at the school for 25 years.


Photographer: n/a


  • Comment Author frederick cartman
    Post Time Feb 20, 2009 at 9:10 pm
  • I lived in crown cottages untill i was about 4 or 5 years old and still remember the outside loo,leaving to live in Liddiards Green,I also remember Mrs Kinnear she was my teacher and always remember her as a very kind woman and her husband also use to visit the school occasionally

  • Comment Author john espley
    Post Time Feb 23, 2011 at 12:48 am
  • Why have I not come across this site before…?! Absolutely fascinating. My family, Hazel and Vic Espley together with their four offspring, John, Stephen, Tom and Richard lived at Dragon House, next to the school, from 1966. Dad died in 1991 and Mum in 2007. They are both interred in a peaceful setting in the shadow of The Manor. I regularly walk our spaniel, Mollie along The Ridgeway on either side of the village followed by a welcome refreshment at The Old Crown. Happy days…! John Espley

  • Comment Author Jeanette Brookes
    Post Time Mar 22, 2011 at 8:38 pm
  • What a storm of happy memories were stirred up by finding your website - memories of summer holidays spent with my grandparents in Ogbourne St George.
    For two weeks of every school summer holiday between 1958 and 1968 I stayed with William and Daisy Ryder who lived at 15 Liddiards Green.
    William was born on 29.5.1887 in Lambourn, Hants. After his marriage to Daisy Bowley (of Vernham Dean, Hants) on 2.9.1914 they settled in Ogbourne St George, living, I believe, in one of the Crown Cottages opposite the Inn with the Well. The cottages were pulled down because of a road widening scheme and my grandparents were then re-housed in Liddiards Green around 1952. I have a vague memory of the crown cottage they lived in (or maybe I was told it), of me being very small and sitting on a stool before the open fire, and of the front door opening straight into the sitting room.
    At the time of his marriage William worked as a Blacksmith’s striker. Whether he worked for the “big house” or whether he worked privately I don’t know. He went away to the Great War, was badly wounded in action, but survived to return to the village, unlike so many of his friends. Between the wars and during WWII he “got on his bike” and worked at the Railway Docks in Southampton as a supervisor to support his family. At the close of WWII he found work as a Fuel Warden in charge of coal supplies at the American Base on the Chiseldon road. He was still working part-time at the age of 74 as a building labourer in charge of stores (builders’ materials) in Marlborough. He died in 1980 having spent 68 years of his long and useful life living in the village. Daisy Ryder died in 1973 at the age of 80. Both are buried in Ogbourne St George Churchyard, a most beautiful place to be laid to rest.
    Sadly for William he was the last of his male generation in the village. He loved a lunchtime beer with his mates in the pub near the village shop. As the years passed they died one by one until he was left at the bar on his own. I have a memory of me being about 23 years old and visiting Ogbourne for the day. At my Aunt’s request I went down to the pub to call him home for lunch. He was so pleased to see me and bought me a drink (we were late for lunch of course). I treasure that memory, just me and him together, smiling and talking.
    But to talk about all my friends in Ogbourne I must start in the late Fifties. As soon as I arrived for my two-week stay my gran would encourage me to knock on doors and ask the other children out to play. Every year I would seek out the same girls (mostly girls, I suspect the boys had better things to do) and we would run for miles through the village and Jubbs Lane, wander down to the railway line and watch the steam trains passing in the cutting below from (what seemed) a great height. We roamed free, without fear, and played with our friends. The days always seemed long and hot and full of adventure - sitting in the fields among sharp stubble after the harvest and smelling the warmth of the earth, leaving the house after breakfast, returning for lunch, going out again, then back for tea and bedtime. If my homing instinct and hunger pangs didn’t send me back to meals on time my Aunt, Phyllis Ryder, would be dispatched to hunt me down. (By the way she was a pal of Doreen, the lady mentioned in this “People” section.) We girls were tomboys too. One time we were climbing trees, at the bottom of the hill opposite the road leading to the Church where a small stream had a drainage pipe crossing over it like a bridge. On the far bank of this stream was a row of tall, mature trees. That day it was near tea time and we were high in the branches when I saw my aunt striding down the hill calling my name. We shushed each other and hid in silence in the tree canopy, thinking we’d get told off for climbing so high. As soon as Auntie had given up and turned back up the hill I scrambled down to the ground and followed her home at a safe distance.
    I remember having a big, innocent crush on the dark-haired boy next door (the house attached to no. 15). To me he seemed very worldly and grown-up (he was probably about 12 years old at the time). For years I admired him silently and from afar. As he got older I recall him wearing a black leather jacket and sporting a Rocker hairstyle. (Whatever happened to him?)
    At eleven years old I was sitting on the pavement with two other girls at the entrance to Liddiards Green watching older children walking to the village hall for the weekly youth club. I was so envious. I couldn’t wait to be thirteen years old to go there myself. (Unfortunately by the time I’d reached thirteen the youth club had folded - to my utter disgust).
    Opposite the turning into Liddiards Green was a white-painted house. I became friendly with the girl who lived there (was her name Pat?). We’d meet up every summer and play on the swing in her parents’ garden or wander the village together. We had a mutual friend in a girl from Ogbourne St Andrew. Pat was the proud owner of a bicycle. Kids would congregate down Jubbs Lane and ride their bikes up and down at the railway line end. That’s where I learned to ride a two-wheeler. One memory I have of Pat is the two of us feeling very grown-up and going to the cinema in Marlborough around 1964 to see “Jason and the Argonauts”.
    Oh, yes – the Transport Café. If I was to hear Tommy Steele singing “I Never Felt More Like Singing The Blues”, I would be time-warped instantly into the inside of that caff in the late 1950s. It seemed such a dangerous, exciting, forbidden place to a young girl. I mean, people were sitting there drinking coffee! eating! and listening to a juke box!
    Twice a day cattle used to be driven up the main street and into the farm entrance near the turning into Liddiards Green. I can still smell the pungent bodies of the cows and see the steaming heat rising from their hides as they plodded along the road with udders bursting with milk - and there was the consequent dropping of cow pats into the road. The farmer would clear most of it up, but nobody minded the muck then, it was all part of normal village life, not something to be deplored or despised.
    There were two children living in the farmhouse, a boy and girl. I have a clear memory of them sometime after 1966. We went for a walk together along the redundant railway line (which had become a walking trail by then). We walked a long way that hot day and talked about the world and our ambitions in the naïve way teenagers do.
    Manners were different too, more formal in many ways. Every adult was addressed by title and surname - Mrs so-and-so or Mr so-and-so. If my gran spoke about a friend of hers two doors down she would say “Mrs so-and-so told me that…”
    It wasn’t all play during my holiday. Few people owned cars. It was either use public transport or walk. We did a lot of walking, my gran, my aunt and I, up and over the Ridgeway on blisteringly hot days or along the Chiseldon Road to a farm to buy a supply of eggs for the cold larder (no fridge). My gran did that walk every three weeks without fail. If my Aunt had a day off work she would go too. Once a year I did the walk with them. My gran knew the names of all the field crops. She taught them to me while I helped to carry the eggs home.
    I don’t remember the names of my small playmates of fifty years ago, but I do remember the fun and adventures we had together. Unsophisticated pleasures they may have been, but the memories of them are carved deep and have stayed.
    In my mind’s eye there’s a permanent heat haze shimmering over that ancient landscape. I’m breathing in the sweet Wiltshire air and running wild again over the lanes and fields. For me, it’s always summer in Ogbourne St George.

  • Comment Author Frederick Cartman
    Post Time Mar 23, 2011 at 2:12 pm
  • this was a nice surprise to read this .I too lived in Crown Cottages untill I was 4 or 5 with a loo at the bottom of the garden ,and we too moved to Liddiards Green (number 11.) in the early 50s as you say rather a idyllic childhood.

  • Comment Author Jeanette Brookes
    Post Time Mar 30, 2011 at 3:30 pm
  • Hello Frederick,
    You must have been one of the boys I used to see rushing around the village on their bikes, or wandering the lanes in small groups like we girls did. Who knows, you and I may have even spoken to each other all those years ago - I think it highly likely that we did.
    It’s good to hear a voice from back then. Let’s hope that more people contribute to the website with their memories.

  • Comment Author Frederick Cartman
    Post Time Mar 30, 2011 at 8:20 pm
  • yes Jeanette it is quite likely I was one of those boys ,it is more likely that you played with and knew my sister Tania.

  • Comment Author tania cartman
    Post Time Aug 8, 2011 at 4:34 pm
  • yes Jeannette I used to play with you every summer you came to stay, we lived at number 11 liddiards just round the corner. i remember you well. Doyou remember valerie Jesson and Jenny Merritt, we all used to play together.

  • Comment Author clive goodman
    Post Time Aug 16, 2011 at 5:22 pm
  • Well well ,what wonderfull site, I lived there for about three years as I can best recall, and upon leaving school worked for a while on Maundrells farm, while waiting to embark on a nursing career. Thank you for taking all the trouble of setting this up.

  • Comment Author Jeanette Brookes
    Post Time Aug 17, 2011 at 2:56 pm
  • Hello Tania,
    I’ve been trying hard since reading Frederick’s message to remember childhood names from Ogbourne (without much luck), but the moment I read your message an image popped into my head of a slim girl, a little bit taller than me, with short dark hair. I can see us walking together in Liddiards Green and talking. Did you have a younger sister (we pushed her around in her pushchair at one time I think). Have I got the right person? The names Valerie (blond hair?) and Jenny seem very familiar too. Didn’t we have fun back then? And didn’t life seem so simple too? It’s lovely to hear from you.

  • Comment Author valerie jesson (hedges)
    Post Time Aug 21, 2011 at 6:59 pm
  • Hi everyone, I have just returned from Bognor Regis where I met my very best friend (more like a sister) Tania Cartman. We had a lovely chat over a latte and tried to catch up the last 40 years since we saw each other. We managed to get in contact because I bumped into Adrian her brother when I was in Swindon last month. The chances of this happening were quite remote as I now live in Spain. If anyone else remembers me please send a message.

  • Comment Author Frederick Cartman
    Post Time Aug 21, 2011 at 7:33 pm
  • Hi Valerie nice to hear your alive and well, I do hope you are enjoing your life abroad.

  • Comment Author valerie jesson (hedges)
    Post Time Aug 21, 2011 at 8:13 pm
  • Hi Freddie, nice to hear from you. We were talking about you today. Tannie was filling me in on all the news and some history I didn’t remember til today. Glad to hear you are ok too. Isn’t is strange to hear a name from the past? Yes I am enjoying living in Spain although the summers are far too hot! My husband (Alan) hence the email address and I have spent the last few weeks in Kent as he works there part time. It has been lovely as I had never been to this part of the country. It is absolutely beautiful. Hopefully we can talk again.

  • Comment Author valerie jesson (hedges)
    Post Time Aug 21, 2011 at 8:20 pm
  • Hi Jeanette, I really enjoyed reading your memories of Ogbourne, yes they were good days back then. I remember you coming to the village and I remember how your Gran used to leave a drink (I think squash) in a glass on the side in the kitchen with some kind of top on it (so you could go in and have a couple of sips) and put the top back on the glass. Funny what you remember isn’t it? I can’t remember what you looked like though. Have you been back to Ogbourne in the last few years?

  • Comment Author valerie jesson (hedges)
    Post Time Aug 21, 2011 at 8:21 pm
  • Hi Clive I remember you too. Is your birthday on 30th April?

  • Comment Author clive goodman
    Post Time Aug 22, 2011 at 8:29 am
  • Valerie simply wonderfull to hear from you, how uncanny, no my birthday is in November, but my brother Cliiford is on the day you mention.
    I do remember you being at the old school, with Mrs Howes and Mrs Kinnear, I used to great friends with your brother Alan (Uppsie), and worked, or slaved in the Polly Tea rooms in Marlborough with your sister Janet.
    I actauly learbe to play guitar with Alan, and played in aband for a while with Geoff Power, who lived in cottage by manner Farm.
    Alan Jeff and I would spend hours wandering around the village dreaming of one day becomming rock stars, or as they were called in those days Pop stars, Alan and I were were great pals whilst we attended the Common , he was in the year ahead of me.
    I did actualy drive through Ogbourne the other day with my dad, hasnt changed tht much, save for Muandrells fam having been replaced by a hideouse housing develpment, with them crammed in akin to sardines.
    Hey thank you for getting in touch, I will tell Cliff whan I see him next, in fact we were talking of matters Ogbourne only yesterday, as I was telling him about this site, and the amazing photos of your house being built. I am on facebook if you wish to contact me, Clive Goodman in Tredegar South Wales, married with two wonderfull grandchildren.

  • Comment Author Jeanette Brookes
    Post Time Aug 22, 2011 at 6:00 pm
  • Hello Valerie,
    Fancy you remembering the orange squash! It’s one of the things I have a strong memory of too. It was always kept in a green patterned drinking glass, and I can still smell the oranginess of it - reminds me so much of hot summer days. It’s wonderful to hear so many voices from the past on this website. The last forty to fifty years seems to have gone in a flash. I only have hazy recollections of you all, but I do remember our adventures. I went back to Ogbourne about three years ago for the first time in decades. I think they were constructing the housing development on the old Transport Cafe site at the time. I agree with Clive - too many houses crammed into too little space for comfort these days, but in essence the village still felt the same. I went down to the church yard to see my grandparents graves and had a memory-filled wander around Liddiards Green and the lanes. After forty-odd years of work and many (too many) house moves we’ve (husband and me) have retired and returned to our roots in North Dorset.
    By the way, was I right - did you have blond hair? And do you keep in touch with Jenny Merrit?

  • Comment Author tania cartman
    Post Time Aug 22, 2011 at 8:12 pm
  • hello Jeannette, yes I was the one with dark hair you used to play with, and Val had blonde hair and Jennies was somewhere in between, we used to have such fun, times were so simple but we used to make our own fun, unlike the kids of today, I met up with valerie yesterday, for the first time in 40 years, it was wonderful, talking about all those old memories. there seems to be something about Ogbourne that all our generation cn not forget, I absolutely love the place. Hope you are keeping well,

  • Comment Author tania cartman
    Post Time Aug 22, 2011 at 8:18 pm
  • Hi Clive, my name is Tania Cartman, I expect you remember my brothers, I remember your brother Clifford, I dont know if he is more my age, I am sixty now. I also worked in the polly tea rooms and hated it. The wages were rubbish but it was a bit of money coming in, the woman who owned it used to be a Jewish woman. Please message back if you can tell me more about the old days. Tania

  • Comment Author clive goodman
    Post Time Aug 23, 2011 at 6:37 am
  • Hi Tamia ,of course I remember most of your family, Freddy, yourself, and you had as I recall an elder brother who went to sea, who`s name at present escapes me. I have had some contact with your brother Adrian, who spent hours on Park Farm with my dad when he worked for Frankie Poole on Park Farm. in fact Adrian has been to see Dad a few times while out on his rounds.
    Ah the old days in Ogbourne St .George eh, I could write a book, there seemed to be two paralled classes in the Vilage, there were us lot, condemned to a life of menial labour as we were swewed out of the Secondary Modern on the Common, and those who seemed to think they were a tad better than us, who attended the Grammar School, I can racall many a `dap up` betwixt your brother Fred, , Barry Venhouse, and the Grosvener boys ,David and Andrew. fiery stuff as I recall.
    I can remember waking up in the bungalow we lived in then, hearing Mr. Golding or Grumpy as he was called, hurling the milk churns around, in what was probably an attempt to awaken one and all, insamuch as If I`m awake so can everyone else.
    Waiting for the bus to the Common, outside Scotts shop and Post Office, Glyn Hamblyn breaking wind almost on demeand, being up braided by Bernard Darcy, Alan Jesson bending my ear about the lates record he had heard, and Barry and Heather Spreadbury arriving breathlessly at the shop as thier lift from Whitefield had turned up late, along with Reggie and Blanche Cox, still think of them when I pass thier old gous on t he Swindon Road, and of course Barry Luker and his sister, Julie.
    Well `Tannie` as I think you were called in those far of halcyonic days, how about tha for starters, I am on Facebook Clive Goodman in Tredegar South Wales, just one little though afore I depart, I wonder if there is any one person from that group of ours still residing in the village today, as with the price of houses and cost of living, will have precluded any hope of locals buying and living there.
    Great to hear from you, keep in touch, ps Cliff is fine I was with him on Sunday what a bloke, so proud of my bro. See ya !

  • Comment Author valerie jesson
    Post Time Aug 23, 2011 at 3:43 pm
  • Hi guys, lovely to read all the messages, I wonder if any of you remembers the cottage by the railway bridge on the same side as the golf course, it used to be just by the bridge, that’s where my family started life in Ogbourne. My mum used to tend the poor people who crashed into the bridge which was quite often in those days. I can’t remember the names of roads but coming from the golf course on the old road you hit crossroads at the bridge,well we were on the left hand side. There was a small road to the left can’t remember where it went but we used to go for picnics and the cat Elvis always followed us, there was a road opposite and the road veering to the right went under the bridge. Maybe you’ll all be too young to remember but would be interested to know if you have memories of it.

  • Comment Author valerie jesson
    Post Time Aug 23, 2011 at 3:43 pm
  • I just remembered the road on the left went up to Aldbourne where my Dad worked on a farm.

  • Comment Author clive goodman
    Post Time Aug 23, 2011 at 4:38 pm
  • Hello Valerie, I dont actualy recall the cottage as such , but well recall the bridge and the bend, there was and still is a little road leading from there that passes the police station, it comes out on the manin street, next to what was the New Inn, which I think is now called the Park Hotel, I also remember your cat Elvis, if its the same chap, he was at Lyddiards green, I used to see him when I went to your house with Alan, I used to think the Jessons were very posh as you used to have a coffee purculator, I had never heard of such a thing bar even seen one, take care.

  • Comment Author paul
    Post Time Aug 25, 2011 at 1:18 pm
  • There are photos on the site of this area which you might like to look at

  • Comment Author tania cartman
    Post Time Aug 25, 2011 at 8:12 pm
  • hello Jeanette, did you know that the boy next door that you refer to was barry venghaus, his dad was a german man who stayed here after the war, his name was Herman as i remember, he was a really nice man, and well liked in the village, and yes the little girl i used to push around was my niece, my sisters little girl. I also had a baby brother, it could have been him, but he died when he was 7 months old. all the best tania

  • Comment Author tania cartman
    Post Time Aug 25, 2011 at 8:22 pm
  • Hi clive, i was thinking about the class war so to speak that you referred to , it is funny but although there was a bit of hostility, we all seemed to get on really, i remember playing with the Grovenor boys and on one of these pages one of them speaks of us all quite fondly, do you remember they had the posh school bus and we had the old oxo tin as we used to call it. also you ask if any of us remain in the village , next door to us the cooks had a son late in life, he still lives in the same house, and one of my best friends who used to live in a tied cottage in the village (jenny merritt) her brother Eldie, still lives in the same cottage. take care, tanny

  • Comment Author linda wright
    Post Time Sep 23, 2011 at 6:44 pm
  • hi clive what a small world i dont know if you remember me , i used to play with your brother clifford , he used to come to my house at southend i also was friends with terry baldwin ,hes now living at pontypool and im just up the road from you in cwm ebbw vale , cant believe weve all ended up so close . its great to see a few old names and bring back some of those happy memories . and tania i remember you and your family ,even though we didnt play together ,i think you were a year older than me . keep in touch and share some of those childhood memories. linda

  • Comment Author clive goodman
    Post Time Sep 24, 2011 at 8:01 am
  • Astonisheddoes not get near this, it is amazing, how long have you resided in Cwm ?
    I recall you and your sister, and think of you both each time I pass your old house on my way to see my Father each week, is it your sister who has the plant business ?
    I will pass on your best wishes to my wonderfull Brother Cliff, who incidently is , like me happily retired, and surrounded by Grandchildren.
    I can honestly say that I had not given the Baldwin family a thought, fancy Terry living down in Pooler, playing the United today at Brynmawr, on the Rec.
    Gosh the number of times I have been to Cwm, when I was physio for Trefil RFC, and I have a good friend living in the village as well, we trained as sports therapists together.
    I have been back to Ogbourne quite a bit as Dad loves to go back to his old haunts, we have been to the church to pay our respects to those old friends since departed.
    I came to Wales to work and live when I qualified as a nurse in 1970, and fell in love with the culture so have remained almost ever since.
    David Grovesner wrote a wonderfull piece about his return to the village, which evoked many memories for me ,as did Rob Dunn with his memories.
    Well to say I was stunned would be the understatement of the day, thanks so much for getting in touch, keep well, love and peace , Clive.

  • Post Time May 29, 2012 at 12:53 am
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  • Comment Author Sheila Johnson
    Post Time Sep 14, 2012 at 7:54 pm
  • In reply to the photograph of Ogbourne st George school 1946,
    I am Sheila Johnson (standing next to Mrs Howse, Headmistress ).
    I think I can name all pupils except one.
    They are as follows,
    Back row L-R.
    Miss Rimes teacher of the infants, next Winnie Harvey an evacuee who lived at the bottom of the village in Miss Beatie Nichols cottage along with her brother Fredrick, next Joan Chamberlain,she lived at Liddiards Green with her family,next Jean Townley she lived in Mr Pool’s cottage by the yard along with Iris Spackman next door. The next is Pamela Herrington who lived at the Manor ( I believe her mother was cook there) next came Mary Sykes who lived at the cottage by the Crown Inn, next to Mary was Greta D’Arcy who lived in the main street near the New Inn Public house, and then there was me Sheila Johnson next to Mrs Howse Head mistress.
    2nd row L-R
    Clifford Olley who lived on the bottom road, his father was groundsman at the golf course.Next to him is Colin Newman who lived just up above the old post office. Next John Claridgewho lived at Southend, next Dennis Cripps also lived at Southend as did Henry Witts. Next Michael Sykes , he lived in a cottage along by the Crown.
    Next Michael Edney who lived opposite the school then Eddie Townley who lived with his sister in the cottage in Mr Pool’s yard. Next was Fredrick Harvey who lived with his sister in Miss Nichols cottage.Standing by him was Billy Sykes who lived in the cottages by the Crown.
    3rd row L-R
    Arthur Cripps who lived at Southend, Pam Waite also lived at Southend.Next came Ann Sykes, living at Crown cottages,then Florence Nichols living at the farm near the Manor. Next Marian Hooper who lived on the bank near the Vicarage,then Jean fletcher who’s father was a soldier and they lived opposite The Crown. Next was Margaret chamberlain who lived on the back road towards Ogbourne Camp in farm cottage.Next was Amy Cripps who lived at Southend last in that row was Elizabeth Allen who came down from London with her mother,grandmother and twin brothers and lived in a cottage under the bridge, now the flyover.
    Front row L-R
    First is the only child I cannot name but he was an evacuee, then , came Brian Mitchel , Sonia Cartman lived opposite the Crown then Patrick D’Arcy who lived in a cottage near The New Inn.Next Pamela Cook

    who lived near Patrick D’Arcy next John Greenaway who lived at the Isolation hospitalat Whitefield.Next Helen Claridge who also lived in a farm cottage at Southend.Next was Duggie D’Arcy who lived near the New Inn and then Raymond Fletcher who lived opposite the Crown and lastly Margaret Hawkins whos father was a director at the Lime Kiln.

    Hope this jogs a few memories

    Best Regards,

  • Comment Author Chris
    Post Time Feb 3, 2013 at 10:43 am
  • Hi looking for the relatives of Oliver and Lillian (nee Smith) Claridge who lived on a farm around 1930s. My mother Margaret, Raymond, Howard and Rene Reeves used to visit every summer for 6 weeks. I think Lillian was my grand mother Annie Reeves (nee Smith) sister. Can any remember them?

  • Comment Author Hayley Whiting
    Post Time Jun 1, 2013 at 2:00 pm
  • Hi, my dad was born in Park cottage in 1932 and on browsing through the pictures reminiscing of his life in the village where he lived for many years.

    My dads name is Ralph Whiting and during the war he lived opposite the school he is the son of Bert and Olive Whiting… who had left the village before I was born in the 70’s, however my great uncle Bob lived there until his death in 1992 late of Amberley all 3 men were bell ringers at the church, they lived next to Mr and Mrs Hutchins and Roy or Nan Hutch as she was known at the school in later years

  • Comment Author Peter Waite
    Post Time Aug 15, 2013 at 4:17 pm
  • my grandfather was sidney harold winchcombe of chilton foliat. he was born in 1891.
    must be a connection somewhere.
    any ideas ? drop me a line

  • Comment Author Mike Offer
    Post Time Oct 15, 2013 at 10:36 am
  • I think I can be added to the growing number of fans of this website!

    I sometimes ‘Google’ a few things about Ogbourne because quite a few of my ancestors lived there in the 19th Century up until not long after the second world war. So you can imagine how excited I was to find the school photograph from 1946 and, especially, Sheila Johnson’s post that gave so many of the names – including that of my mother, Iris Spackman, who is standing in the centre of the back row.

    It’s very exciting for me because mum unfortunately died young, in 1971, when I was 5 and my sister was 3, and this is the first ‘new’ picture of her that I’ve seen in many years.

    I think my mum would have been about 14 at the time, and probably about to leave the school. I don’t know much about her time in Ogbourne, but I know she had an older brother (Gerald) and sister (Frances) – both also now sadly gone – as well as a younger sister, Janice, who is still alive.

    As far as I know, the family moved from Ogbourne to a place called ‘New Farm’ near Chiseldon, probably in the late 40’s or early 50’s and my mum was still living in Chiseldon when she met my dad in the early 60’s, although my grandfather, George, had died by that time.

    I remember my grandmother living at Windmill Piece in Chiseldon with George’s brother, my Great Uncle Ernie (Ernest Spackman). Uncle Ernie, who is buried in Ogbourne with his wife Annie, was one of five brothers who were all born in the village in the 1880’s and 1890’s. Unfortunately, three of George and Ernie’s brothers were killed in the Great War – Percy, William and Issac, otherwise I think there would have been a few more Spackmans in the school ‘photo.

    I grew up in Hungerford but now live in Somerset. The last time I came to Ogbourne, in fact, was to find the war memorial to see if my Great Uncle’s names were on it, but I couldn’t find it. Since then I’ve been to each of their memorials in France, although only Isaac, the oldest brother, has a known grave.

    I’d be particularly interested to hear from anyone who may have any memories of my mum during her time in Chiseldon. Just knowing she “lived in Mr Pool’s cottage by the yard along with Iris Spackman next door”, is thrilling because I was too young to hear any stories of my mum’s time in the village directly from her.

    It’s a great little website, but I wonder if it might not be an idea to have a section devoted to the sons (and maybe daughters) of the village who died in the wars – perhaps with photos and short biographies?

    Keep up the good work!

  • Comment Author Michael Reading
    Post Time Feb 27, 2014 at 3:43 pm
  • In 1939 at the outbreak of the Second World War,my mother and I (aged six years) were evacuated to Ogbourne St George. We lived with A J Shepphard & Son, Carpenters, Wheelwrights, Undertakers, Shoeingand General Smith’s, whose premises were next to the village school, which I attended. I have only a faint recollection of the teachers and the lessons. The premises of A J Shepphard did not have electricity, although this was being installed whilst I was living in the village. We also had to use an outside privee. I can remember visiting Marlborough, but very little else.

    We did not stay very long at Ogbourne, for like may thousands of Londoners, as nothing seemed to be happening, we returned to London, only having to re-evactuate in May 1940. This time we went to Wheatley in Oxfordshire. I have no idea, why we chose to evacuate to Ogbourne, as we had no famiy connections, and can only assume that my father made the arrangements through someone he knew.

    In the past 75 years, I have returned twice to the village and discovered that the Shepphard’s premises have been replaced by a modern house and the school now a modern building from the old Victorian one. I have three phtographs taken in the village when I visted in about 1954.

  • Comment Author Penny Brooks was Spreadbury
    Post Time May 26, 2014 at 2:06 pm
  • Hello Clive. I don’t know if you remember me Penny Spreadbury. It was amazing to read all of your stories of growing up in Ogbourne and coming across your comment on Barry and Heather Spreadbury. They were my foster brother and sister. My mum and dad were Harry and Doris Spreadbury. We originally lived at Whitefield as my dad was a farmer at Whitefield farm. We moved to Ogbourne in the 60s and lived at Woodbine Cottage which was owned by my Grandmother. Doreen Johnson was my auntie and she and my grandmother moved into Roseneath.
    Reading all the names and stories brought back lots of memories for me. I could write a book on my wonderful childhood. I would love to hear from anyone who remembers me.

  • Comment Author Tania barclay was Cartman
    Post Time May 26, 2014 at 2:39 pm
  • Hello penny, yes I remember you and your brother and sister, I remember coming up to whitefield to play with you girls. We used to live in liddiards green in ogbourne.

  • Comment Author Tania barclay was Cartman
    Post Time May 26, 2014 at 2:41 pm
  • Didn’t Doreen Johnson run the local shop

  • Comment Author Penny Brooks was Spreadbury
    Post Time May 26, 2014 at 8:16 pm
  • Hi Tania. So nice to hear from you. I have to be honest and say that any friends I had living in Liddiards Green I’ve completely forgotten their names. However I do remember being friendly with a girl who’s mum would look after me sometimes when my mum was ill in hospital. She lived opposite the Ball family a couple with lots of children, do you remember them and is it possible it was you who I use to stay with? I remember Sarah Child as I use to stay at her home quite a lot as a kid and we were Brownies and later on Girl Guides and we use to go together. I remember the Cripps sisters as They lived opposite us. Were you older than me maybe Heathers age. When we lived at Whitefield I use to play with Reggie Cox and heather was friends with Blanche. Did you ever know my older brother Terry? Sadly he died 3 years ago. Doreen also died about 5 years ago. We were down there on Sunday for the day. Stopped in at the pub and took a walk through the village and down to the church. So many memories. It would be so nice to chat some more. With regards to Doreen I know she worked at the shop and probably did run it haha!

  • Comment Author Tania barclay was Cartman
    Post Time May 26, 2014 at 10:51 pm
  • hi penny, I do remember your sister. I was born in 1950 so she may be my age. I remember reggie cox he was my first boyfriend at ogbourne school and we used to pass love letters to each other under the desk. I said before I used to come up to whitefield a lot. I remember a girl called julie luker, used to live at the old isolation hospital.we had a large family but it wasn’t us you used to stay with when you were little
    Be nice to hear any more memories you have

  • Comment Author Penny Brooks was Spreadbury
    Post Time May 27, 2014 at 12:56 pm
  • Hi Tania. I kind of remember most of the names mentioned by everyone’s comments. I was born in 1954. Heather was 5 yrs older than me. Mum and Dad fostered me when I was 14 months old and my earliest memories start at Whitefield cottages the 2 on the main road which have now been knocked into 1 and renovated. I will always remember the tin bath that mum use to put in front of the fire in the front room and bath me and I’d watch tv which then was in black and white and the tv always looked high up. The big tin bath was in the shed where the rest of the family would bathe. My other memories of living there was mum serving up pigs trotters and tails for dinner, getting my 1st 3 wheeler bike I was about 3 years old then. Playing cricket in the field with the boys as I was very much a tom boy. I even remember Heather and I getting twin dolls for Xmas one year. I think I named mine Tessa, or maybe that was Heathers dolls name can’t remember now but I remember thinking that hers was prettier than mine lol!
    We then moved to the other 2 cottages that was built. My brother Ken and Mary Spreadbury and their children lived next door to us.
    I always remember the winters at Whitefield, high snow drifts. Barry made a toboggan that we would take up to the top of the hill on the other side of the road and also use mums biggest tray to sit on and go flying down the hill. Summers were hot and Reggie and I use to spend our summers in the fields making tunnels and igloos out of the bales after the harvest. Dad use to get angry with us because we had taken them all down from the stacks that had been made. I also had a pet cow(just one of the cows on the farm) I named her cowslip and I would get on her back and she would walk me around the field lol!
    Before the railway line closed down Reggie and I would stick pennies on the line and wait for the train to go by our pennies would be flattened. We use to walk to Ogbourne along the old line and I made a make believe shop in one of the little huts. Mum would give me all her empty packets of food, cornflake boxes, bisto, you name it I had it and I had a plastic cash machine which I would use and fake money and make out I was a shop keeper lol! Life was so simple back then. We found things to do to occupy ourselves. Do you remember French skipping made from a big piece of elastic which 2 of us would have round our ankles and 1 or 2 of us would skip then it would go higher up the leg once you completed the routine.
    May Day at the school. Do you remember practicing a routine and then performing on the maypole to everyone in the village. I loved it. I was never popular with Mrs Howes unfortunately. Always getting the cane for being naughty. I loved Mrs Kinnier though such a kind and caring lady.
    Well that’s just the start of my memories, more to come later lol!

  • Comment Author Terry Jones
    Post Time Jun 10, 2014 at 7:12 pm
  • Penny

    I remember you. I remember your Mum and Dad too. My Dad, Brian Jones and my Mum, June both worked at the shop at one time with Doreen. I used to work there on a Saturday morning up until I left home. We knew Doreen well.

    You were 3 years older than me. I remember long summer evenings when loads of us used to play on the playground behind the village hall. People I particularly remember are Andrew Haslam, Yvonne and Diane Thomas, Glenys Boswell, Sally Hutchings, Beverley Lane, Phyllis Cripps, Will Nobbs, John Polden, Susan and Tony Floyd, Alan and Michael Cook, Steve Wiltshire, Steven Ball, Robert Blake, then a whole load more who were between my age and my brother, Pete’s. Pete is 4years younger than me. Do those names ring any bells?

    Very happy memories of an idyllic childhood in Ogbourne, not least because about 7 or 8 houses were occupied by Aunties, Uncles or cousins! My Mum’s family was the Coplestones. Many of her brothers and sisters stayed in the village.

  • Comment Author Julie Williams was Luker
    Post Time Aug 19, 2014 at 4:34 pm
  • Hi Tannie,

    What a wonderful website, quite unexpectedly I have been transported back 50 years to names and memories from my childhood. I was very happy to see that I haven’t been completely forgotten and I certainly do remember you and your family and especially us playing with Jenny Merrit. I live in Swindon now and do actually still see Jen occasionally, although not as often as I should. I still visit Ogbourne quite often as I now do a lot of walking in the area - in fact I am walking the old railway from Chiseldon tomorrow! I remember playing with Blanche Cox out at Whitefield, and like Penny Spreadbury, I also remember walking along the railway to Ogbourne and playing on the steps by the old signal box and getting told off by Mr Henly. I was looking through old photos a while back and found my Confirmation photo with Jenny, Linda Wright, Gail Goss, Elaine Goss and me all in our white dresses outside the church. There may have been others in the photo but can’t remember - were you there? I must check it. If anyone wants to arrange a reunion, I’d certainly be up for it!

  • Comment Author frederick cartman
    Post Time Aug 20, 2014 at 11:42 am
  • Hi Julie I remember you .but of course your brother was a good mate. just by chance I bumped into him when I lived in Brighton but that was 30 years ago , where does the time go?

  • Comment Author Penny Brooks was Spreadbury
    Post Time Aug 20, 2014 at 3:35 pm
  • Hi Julie did you live in the house on the brow at Whitefield just past The Cox’s house on the right hand side? If so I remember us all playing together at your house and I vaguely remember your mum. I’m sure my mum was quite friendly with her. I remember us playing outside up the track from your house oneday and coming across an adder in the long grass. I think Heather was there as well. Also do you remember gypsy lane just down the road on the left hand side. The gypsies came every year and parked up in their beautiful caravans and go picking the primroses and heather then come to our homes to tell fortunes. My mum was quite friendly with them and she was shown how to read tea leaves. Would be nice to hear some more stories. I think a reunion is a fantastic Idea.

  • Comment Author Tania barclay was Cartman
    Post Time Aug 20, 2014 at 6:25 pm
  • HiJulie. Yes I was at the confirmation with all you other girls. I do remember we didn’t have much money but my mum bought me a white crimplene suit with a straight skirt. Got that seems like a lifetime ago

  • Comment Author Julie Williams was Luker
    Post Time Aug 27, 2014 at 12:04 pm
  • Hi Freddie,

    Of course I remember you. You must have bumped into Barry in Brighton not long before he moved back to Marlborough, and then Swindon, where he now lives. I remember Bert D’Arcy used to frequently come out to Whitefield and he and Barry used to ride their motorbikes over the hills and tracks near us and Blanche Cox and I used to ride on the back of the bikes with them. This of course was before they were legally allowed to ride on the roads. They also made their own scrambling circuit in the field behind us at Whitefield - great fun! It seems that reading other peoples’ comments, Barry was not the only one to go round the perimeter of the golf course and collect lost balls which he then sold back to the golfers! He was also not the only one to work at Holt’s butchers shop - I think nearly all the boys in Ogbourne must have worked there at some time or another!

    Happy memories,

  • Comment Author Julie Williams was Luker
    Post Time Aug 27, 2014 at 12:36 pm
  • Hi Tannie,

    I was going through some old newspaper cuttings that mum had collected over the years and amongst them was an item about our confirmation, but your name wasn’t on the list. You must have been with another group. Unfortunately there’s no date on it, but it lists Philip and David Grosvenor, Nicholas Child, Timothy Rose, Barry and Julie Luker, Jennifer Merritt, Deidre Lane, Linda Wright and Gail and Elaine Goss. Believe it or not, I still have the white prayer book and the little white gloves that I wore.

    I found a class photo taken in the school playground in 1956. I can identify some but not all of the people present. Do you remember an American girl called Shirley Robinson who lived down the bottom of the village, opposite the bus shelter? She’s in the front row, and I remember going to her house for a halloween party and we played apple bobbing. I can also see Ann Reeves, Nick Child, you, your Freddie, Barry, me, Jenny Merritt, Blanche Cox, Patricia Coblestone, one of the Witts girls I think (Angela?), Geoffrey Powers?, possibly the boy who lived at the farm near Ogbourne camp (is it Bullock?), and the others I’m not sure of … and of course, Mrs Kinnear.

    How do I put this photo on the website so that they can be identified?

    Who remembers a school book called ‘Old Lob and His Family’?

    More memories later.

  • Comment Author Julie Williams was Luker
    Post Time Aug 27, 2014 at 1:12 pm
  • Hi Penny,

    Yes we lived at the old isolation hospital and we used to find adders quite often in the long grass. Do you remember the pond over the top of the hills opposite where you lived? We used to collect tadpoles and newts from there and take them home in a jamjar. I wonder if the pond is still there. I remember the winters out at Whitefield very well, we often used to get snowed in and couldn’t get to the village until the snowploughs came to dig us out, and even then we could only get through by walking. I loved to play in the amazing snowdrifts that were created in the track that ran up the side of our house. During the winter of 1962 the snow was as high as the 10ft gates leading into our drive and we were completely stranded. Do you remember when they had a very bad outbreak of foot and mouth on the farm, not sure when but possibly late 50’s/early 60’s? I remember them digging a huge pit in the field between the farm and Gypsy lane, then using bulldozers etc to fill it up with all the cattle, which they then burnt. We could see it from our window as it was opposite our house but over the other side of the railway line. The smell was horrendous. Do other people remember how it affected the other farms in the village?

    Since finding this site I have discovered Dave Grosvenor and Robert Dunn’s comments and they have set off a whole new set of memories with names that I had long forgotten. Next time!

  • Comment Author frederick cartman
    Post Time Aug 27, 2014 at 1:57 pm
  • hi Julie isn`t it nice that we all remember each other. I hope to be in Swindon in November would be nice for some of us to meet up,are you still in touch with Barry? I live in Devon now so don`t get to that area of Wiltshire that often. be great to see the photo if you can sort it out.


  • Comment Author Julie Williams was Luker
    Post Time Aug 29, 2014 at 11:59 am
  • Hi Freddie,

    Yes, despite our ages I think we’re doing brilliantly! At the moment I have the name O’Kinneally in my mind - was that from Ogbourne or am I getting it muddled up with somewhere else? It would be great if we could get a few people to meet up when you’re up here next, perhaps Tannie as well? Over the years I have bumped into quite a few people who live in the Swindon area, but I don’t have any contact details for them. Blanche Cox, Sarah Child, Denise and Glenys Boswell, Glyn Hamblin to name but a few. I also see Annie Arslett fairly regularly and I know she sees Yvonne Thomas. Let’s hope some of them know about the website! Penny Spreadbury seems up for it so maybe she can spread the word with her family. How about meeting up in Ogbourne and then people can take a proper walk down memory lane if they’ve moved away from the area?

  • Comment Author frederick cartman
    Post Time Aug 29, 2014 at 3:14 pm
  • Ogbourne would be a good place to meet there is always the Crown to meet up in. I am sure my brother Adrian and Tania would love it too.

  • Comment Author Julie Williams was Luker
    Post Time Nov 7, 2014 at 11:28 am
  • Hi Freddie, sorry I’ve completely lost track of time. Have I missed your visit to Swindon or will you be here later this month? It may be a bit short notice now for a few of us to meet up, but if you can give us a date then perhaps we can try. If you’ve already been then we’ll definitely do something next year.

  • Comment Author frederick cartman
    Post Time Nov 8, 2014 at 2:48 am
  • Hi Julie,I am coming up on the 17th November ,going to see Joan Armartrading at the Wyvern on the 18th, and be in Swindon for a couple of days after that.

  • Comment Author Julie Williams was Luker
    Post Time Nov 11, 2014 at 7:07 pm
  • Hi Freddie, how about meeting at Ogbourne on Wednesday 19th? I was thinking of meeting at lunchtime but it looks like the Inn with the Well (the old Crown) doesn’t open till 4pm. Are you ok to meet then or would you prefer it to be later? I thought early might be better if you wanted to look round the village, & Parklands is open all day if you wanted to arrive earlier. Do you think Tannie will be able to join us - I would love to see her? Jenny’s coming & Barry hopes to call in a bit later as he’s working.

  • Comment Author frederick cartman
    Post Time Nov 11, 2014 at 7:42 pm
  • that would be good for me.I am not driving but I am sure there iz a bus.I will ask Adrian and Tania if they can make it.

  • Comment Author frederick cartman
    Post Time Nov 11, 2014 at 7:43 pm
  • if you are on facebook or have a e.mail address I can send you my number Julie.

  • Comment Author Julie Williams was Luker
    Post Time Nov 12, 2014 at 12:29 pm
  • Right, shall we make this an open invitation to everyone then? If you have connections with the village, if you know us or any of the people we have previously mentioned, or you are in contact with any of them & know they won’t see the website, then come & join us at the Inn with the Well on WEDNESDAY 19TH NOVEMBER from 4pm onwards. If you have any old photos then bring them along too & we can have a good laugh. Looking forward to a lovely trip down memory lane!

  • Comment Author frederick cartman
    Post Time Nov 12, 2014 at 3:40 pm
  • I will be there.

  • Comment Author Marion Hooper
    Post Time Mar 25, 2015 at 1:36 pm
  • I am in the school photograph 1946 as NK and was correctly identified later by Sheila Johnson . My father was Station Master at Ogbourne St George during the war when the US Army were based at the Camp and I remember often watching them march to the station to go overseas. We moved to Gloucestershire in 1947. I don’t remember Sheila but Florrie Nichols was my friend. We lived at “Beechley” next to the school.

  • Comment Author Joannah Crawford
    Post Time Mar 31, 2015 at 10:36 am
  • I have recently visited Ogbourne St George twice over the last 6 months. First time to see where my Mother was born and just this weekend (29th March 2015 )we all as a Family came back to place her ashes in the Churchyard. My Mother was Janet Rose born April 1934, Her Father was John (Jack) Rose who owned the New Inn (now the Parkland Hotel) Her Mother was Edith May Rose who apparently is buried in the Churchyard, we tried to find her headstone to put my Mother’s ashes with her but were not successful in finding it. If anyone on here does know I’d be most grateful to visit again and plant a Rose bush in her honour. My Grandmother used to play the piano in the New Inn while my Grandfather served the Beer.
    Janet Rose became Janet Crawford after running away from Ogbourne when her Mother died in 1951. If you Google her she became quite a formidable Actress, Business Woman being the founder of Angel Human Resources Limited. She had two boys, Russell & Simon and me.
    If you have any memories of any of the above I would dearly love to hear it. I do know that Greta Darcy was her best friend and is quite frail but still with us. Thank you for reading my story. Joannah Crawford.

  • Comment Author Frederick Cartman.
    Post Time Mar 31, 2015 at 5:03 pm
  • Bernard D`Arcy Gretas brother is on facebook ,hope this helps.

  • Comment Author Joannah crawford
    Post Time Mar 31, 2015 at 6:12 pm
  • Thank you Frederick , will take a look. Very kind of you to respond so quickly. Joannah.

  • Comment Author rodney beasley
    Post Time Oct 13, 2015 at 1:51 am
  • hi, myself and jack gard rented the garage from bill Newport early 1970 s alec was the village mechanic he woked at the garage for many years.the only name I recall was customer peter stibbard ? I now am back in Evesham. best wishes to the villagers Rodney beasley

  • Comment Author Quinn Melgarejo
    Post Time Nov 4, 2015 at 1:08 am
  • Hi this is a greatIfully that you have ,Thanks for sharing it with chocolate cupcake recipe

  • Comment Author rodney beasley
    Post Time Nov 4, 2015 at 2:47 am
  • hi.i rented the garage with my friend jack gard. alec was the cockney mechanic plus dennis the only cusomers name I remember is peter stibbard. I was there for two years until jacks daughter dumped me . good memories and some bad ones 1971 1972 ish

  • Comment Author Nigel Trotman
    Post Time Apr 23, 2016 at 1:25 pm
  • I have read the item by Jeanette Brookes Mar 22, 2011. Referring to blacksmiths.
    My Great Great Grandfather Jacob Brooks was noted in the 1851 census as being the village blacksmith. Is the present house called ‘THE OLD FORGE’ on the site of the old smithy?

  • Comment Author David Grosvenor
    Post Time Jan 28, 2017 at 2:54 pm
  • So thrilled to see so many comments and familiar names.
    I would love to catch up at some stage in the future. So many fond memories of growing up in Ogbourne. All a bit difficult as I now live in Queensland Australia. However, all the best to those who remember me and the Grosvenor family.

  • Comment Author Linda Wood
    Post Time Feb 27, 2017 at 1:15 am
  • Hello sent a message regarding the camp as the 79th Armoured Division did not get a mention and have just seen Doreen’s photos and spotted my Nana Edith Bush. She has the navy jacket on and a back view of her with a navy straw hat on. Nana died in 1990 and I think she lived in one of the cottages, used to brush my teeth outside in the yard at the cold tap when little, she then moved to 4 Leaze View. Every year we came from Lincoln to stay a week with her and brought her back with us for a holiday. Will be staying in the Castle and Ball in August for a few days and will catch up with Barry and Sandra.

  • Comment Author Caroyln Cortwright
    Post Time May 17, 2017 at 5:04 pm
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  • Comment Author Joannah Crawford
    Post Time May 17, 2017 at 6:46 pm
  • I’m still unsure as why no one remembers Jack Rose, (land lord of the New inn) Edith Rose Janet and Jennifer Rose from the New Inn pre 1934…. darcy was Mums best friend back then…. any recent joiners on this page remember anything?

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