If anyone can date the two old photos, please get in touch.
Take a look round the website & if you think your business would be useful to our followers, please get in touch.
Advertising is on offer at £15 per month & there are no long contracts. If you change your mind, just get in touch with a months notice.
If you have a jpg or pdf of your advert, just email me the details. If you don’t have an advert that is ready to list, I can make one for you for a one-off fee of £10… can’t say better than that!
Yesterday I posted a photo by Jake Henderson Photography which was pretty amazing, but Jake is a talented photographer who attends weddings, anniversaries, parties, baby showers & more.
So, after talking with him about a free photo shoot in Higginson Park, Marlow we wondered how many people would be interested in popping down for a professional photo. This could be a family shot, children, new baby, grandparents, 3/4/5 generations with a new baby, you & your dog or a group of friends.
No appointment necessary, just turn up & have your picture taken.
The photos would appear on Jake’s website for you to view & purchase. This would probably take place in approx. 2 weeks, on a weekend.
I think this would be a great opportunity to get some beautiful photos…. so what do you think? Good Idea? We would really appreciate your thoughts on this.
Here’s a couple of examples of Jake’s work & his contact details are as follows: https://aqimage.com/ or
Tel: 07713 022020
With the idea of showing how the area has changed, Anna & I spent time photographing certain parts so you could see the comparison between now & “back in the day”.
All old photos are courtesy of “The Way It Was” series of books which you have probably seen but we wanted to put together the now & then so you can see some of the small details that have lasted over the years or have perhaps been added, not to mention buildings that have disappeared altogether.
To get us started here is a couple from Well End & through the village but will also share photos of other parts of Bourne End & into Wooburn Green.
We tried to stand in the same position as the original photographer to capture the difference over the years but as you can appreciate some of the angles would mean standing on a busy road, so we have tried to re-create the view as best we can.
Although it was a beautiful sunny day we have changed the photos in black & white. We will share the photos over the next week or so. See how many original features you can spot & which buildings are still present along with how small trees have grown into mighty oaks!
Hope you enjoy taking a look…. Kaye & Anna (Day)
This looks interesting, on tomorrow night (8th May)…
BucksFHS Exploring Churchyards, The Lost Language of Headstones
Many of us wander around churchyards and cemeteries, tracing family members or just out of interest. This illustrated talk by Kevin Varty explores the sometimes hidden meanings of the symbols which are often carved into the headstones, revealing a lost language from the past. The talk also shows how these symbols have been used by the funeral business, especially during Victorian times.
Just think about what we will lose & how we will cope with the extra people using our facilities, roads, schools etc. If you don’t know where to start, read some of the other objections first to help you put your thoughts into action.
Please go to the Wycombe District website & share your objections however small (or big!)… time is running out.
Watch the trailer for Adam Elder’s upcoming film “The Road To Gymkhana” which premieres on March 27th & will be available on Amazon Prime shortly after.
Please go to the page “Articles of Local Interest” to see the full story which will be 83 pages when I have added them all! Thankyou so much Barbara.
Cherrypicking with Annie Lorry.
A Family living in Flackwell Heath in the 1930’s 1940’s 1950’s 1960’s and a tiny bit of the 1970’s.
” Hello, my name is Barbara Annie Murﬁn. The year is 2018. I live in the north of Staffordshire within the Market Town of Leek. The town of Leek nestles at the bottom of the Pennine Chain. Over the tops, local speak, on the other side of the hill is the Victorian Spa Town of Buxton. Just beyond Leek are the wild heather clad Staffordshire Moorlands, rugged ﬁelds, bleak in winter full of wild life in summer. There was a time wallabies, escaped ones, roamed the moorlands but sadly no sightings have been seen for years. Leek like most towns grew as a staging post, for changing horses. Leek being between Manchester and Derby. Most of the older, larger pubs had stabling attached. The Potteries, Stoke on Trent just 10 miles south on the A53, famous throughout the world for it household pottery items. Down the same road, and another great transport invention the Trent and Mersey Canal. Thanks to Josiah Wedgwood and friends. Josiah needed a safe bump free way of transporting his fragile pottery, in the days of pot holes and turn pikes. Stoke on Trent is built on red clay and coal. A “ pothole” was made by an artisan potter just digging up available clay from outside his door.
Leek has the River Churnet running around it’s outskirts. The Churnet eventually joining the River Trent. In Victorian times till within recent memory, silk was spun and dyed in Leek. The waters of the River Churnet dying silk Raven Black. Not blue / black or nearly black, Raven Black. When Queen Victoria’s Husband Prince Albert died, Victoria declared full morning dress. Leek was at full stretch to dye all the silk the Royal Court required.
I have lived in Leek since 1973 and think it’s a pretty good place to be. In 2015 I came down to Flackwell Heath to walk around the village with Sally Scargill, from the History Group. There were so many changes since 1973 I asked would it be ok if I wrote my memories down. The answer was yes. So here they are.
At school I had a dreadful problem with writing anything down. So I tried writing very quickly, getting to the end of a piece as soon as possible. Spellings were hopeless, and many words were missed out. The teachers could not read it very well, but I could, and saw no problem. It was not until I taught my self how to use a computer that I realized I am dyslexic. Thank you, thank you Bill Gates, and now as this is written on an iPad Steve Jobs and spell check. So the only way I can record my 60 + years of remembering is to chat to you. Please don’t expect any fancy grammatically correct sentences or clever words, they are beyond me. As I was considered intelligent but thick (!) at school I was channeled towards cooking. It sounds a bit like Downton Abby days, if you were a little slow or thick then you were sent to work in the big kitchens. Of course by the time you became cook your mathematical skills, working out quantities, portion control, and time schedules, writing (ordering), timing, hand eye coordination, and delegation skills were second to none. So as you can see I am, as they say now, way, way out of my comfort zone. Ask me to put on a sumptuous buffet for 300 people, that would be no trouble at all.”
Here we go.
Going south on the A 40 Oxford to London Road turn right at Loudwater. To narrow it down a little, after High Wycombe and it’s way before Beaconsﬁeld. Follow your nose for about half a mile. When the road goes a hard left and follows the river Wye and on to Wooburn, you need to take the lane to the right, going up the hill. Between the Church, St. Peter’s Loudwater, and The Happy Union Pub. Treadaway Hill. Past the station yard over the railway line up the winding, dark steep hill to Flackwell Heath. Near the top by the pond the hill branches into two. Left to the group of cottages called The Common, on the right the main road leading to the main T junction at the village school, and Methodist Chapel. The Centre of the village, Chapel Lane eventually became large enough to make it a cross-road, now I believe it’s a roundabout.
As we all go about our lives planning for Christmas & New Year, some people will be hiding a secret, a secret that all is not well in their world.
Whether a person is feeling depression, grieving or having relationship problems, these feelings don’t just stop because it’s Christmas. Mental health doesn’t care what time of year it is or who you are with & we all need a little support at different times in our lives. I think talking therapies are only just starting to become an acceptable way to help, rather than a luxury that is put to the bottom of the list of things to do.
Self care is as important, especially if you care for others or even to function on a daily basis. It may not be a quick fix but it certainly points you in the right direction to a better life.
I have moved from a therapy room into the online counselling area after dismissing it for years, assuming that a “face to face” session is the only way to work. But after realising that are many people who work shifts, can’t travel, have financial difficulties or perhaps don’t actually want to be in a room with a therapist, I feel online/Skype is an essential service to offer. You can be anywhere in the country & still benefit from this service.
Although it’s unusual, the price is shown in the advert to avoid those who have financial difficulties feeling awkward asking about the cost.
If you think this will help you unravel your life, please email me & I will give you a call to discuss what would suit you best.
After some thought I have decided to change the name to The Bucks Village Journal, meaning that we have a wider audience by covering South Bucks. I hope that this will help with more interesting content for the website. Read more…
This is a must! Go to http://www.bourneendcommunitycentre.org.uk & you will be able to take a look at 4 issues of Target magazine from 1966. See which shops, garages, builders & more, were advertising back then. Perhaps you attended some of the events advertised or you remember the various family names mentioned. I know it made me smile to see some of the adverts like Gaylors Garage, Clifford’s Dairies, Arthur Shortland Ltd, Launderama & Billinghurst & Sons Ltd. amongst many more. We even had 4 local Police Stations to call if needed. If you love local history, then this will keep you busy for hours.
Look up Articles of Local Interest on the website for more local ghost stories!
This is a very recent haunting in Wooburn, the lady who experienced this has asked me not to mention her name.
” In 2012 I was renting a house in Northcroft, Wooburn Green. I had been living there happily with my 2 teenage daughters for 6 months or so. One evening the 3 of us were sat together watching television when we noticed what appeared to be a large ball of smoke cross the room from right to left above the TV. It was touching the ceiling but seemed to be about 12 inches tall & a couple of feet wide. It moved across the ceiling quite quickly & all 3 of us saw it. My daughters were completely freaked out, screaming & running to the far side of the room.
Within seconds it just faded away but we could find no explanation for what we saw.
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A lady who used to live in a flat in Oakwood, Flackwell Heath during 1990 has kindly sent in this story but wishes to stay anonymous.
When the council offered me a flat in Flackwell Heath, I felt both lucky & excited. When I moved in I was full of great ideas for decorating & got stated on the kids room. My 2 little boys often cried at night & usually ended up climbing into my bed. I suppose I thought it was due to all the changes & a new bedroom that unsettled them, but this did go on for weeks. My eldest son would follow me into each room saying “don’t leave me with him” (There was no one there) & he became quite anxious. My mother would often have the boys to stay on a weekend & she told me that they were very well-behaved. They always…
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As we approach Halloween, why not take a look at some of our previous local ghost stories which can be found under “Articles of Local Interest”.
This story of a sighting in Wendover Road, happened in 1980 –
“My family lived in the white house at the top of Wendover Road, opposite Claytons school for 40+ years before Mum & Dad moved away earlier this year. I moved away quite a few years ago now, but it was our family home and I grew up there.
Dad worked for Thames Water and my sister and I often played in the Thames Water pumping station grounds in school holidays.
On one occasion, whilst playing hide & seek with my sister and our friends, I saw a ghost of a man on the south west corner of the 70s pumping building. This would have been around 1980. He was a man dressed in a blue or green parka type jacket, approx. 35/40 years old. He was a kind soul (at least he didn’t scare me!) and just walked…
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