Hughenden Valley

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The most interesting gents barbers in the world

Probably just behind the photographer was an old fashioned mens barber shop. All the old men would go there for a haircut and mums would take their sons too. What the mums never knew is that when you sat in the alcove to have your hair washed there were numerous naughty pictures that could only be seen from in there. I wonder if any boy ever told his mum what he'd seen?
A memory of Hazlemere contributed by Donald Macdonald

The Chequers

At the age of 16 I remember picking cherries on the trees (still existing in the photo and just shown to the left of the picture) while being too embarrassed/shy to acknowledge the presence of my first "girlfriend", Valery, on her bike below.
The Chequers was my fathers local from the mid twenties until the mid eighties. He hardly missed an evening's visit during the whole of that time, so the Chequers became a rather "looming" object throughout my childhood, rather like a third (naughty) parent. But it did provide the odd Vimto and packet of Smith's crisps in the late forties/early fifties.
A memory of Prestwood contributed by Roy Taylor

Heady days in 1955-1956

In January 1955 I started as a sixth former at the Royal Grammar School. It was a culture shock after an independent school, but a very good way to get focused. I lived at Frieth and commuted on the Thames Valley bus. The sixth form were a good crowd and a year later, when I left, we celebrated in the evening by downing loads of beer. Those that took part were Syd Sales, Leo Clements, George Greenwood and Jim Portlock. Where are they all now?
I used to visit the 3 cinemas, which all showed good films. Like everywhere else things have changed. The extension to the RGS is simply hideous.
A memory of High Wycombe contributed by John Nurcombe

Frogmoor, High Wycombe

I arrived in High Wycombe in as a young girl in 1946, from Scotland. I attended St. Bernard's Convent school. It was situated in a very large old house on the London Road, across from the Rye. We wore school uniforms, green color, which changed to maroon later. The nuns were very strict. But we got a good education. We played field hockey on school property on Daws Hill, walked up Marlow Hill to get to it. After I left school I worked on Frogmoor. First at The Repertory Theatre, I was a secretary for The Director, a Mr. Gibson. Then I changed jobs and worked for an Accountant, Mr. Rowland, on Frogmoor. He was a great man to ...read more here
A memory of High Wycombe contributed by maureen ingram