Edgehill

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My Banbury gran's village.

My grandmother's name was Amelia Gough and she lived in the second cottage on the right at the bottom of the green on the road to Mollington, water was collected by bucket over the road from a tap in the vicarage wall.  She had two children Arthur and Mary, my mother.  We lived in Oxford and visited every two weeks arriving Saturday and going back to Oxford Sunday.  We went by train to Banbury stopping at every village on the way, then caught a little yellow and green bus to Warmington.  I made a lot of friends with the local children, we spent most of the time roaming round the fields, helping on the farm just below the cottages with a ...read more here
A memory of Warmington contributed by Michael Bennett

My Family

The Bull family, we used to live at 4 Duffus Hill. We used to go to the stud where my father worked, back in 1974. We used to go to the village hall for Brownies. We went to the school. We went to Sunday School down Middle Town Lane. We have got loads of memories of Moreton Morrell.
A memory of Moreton Morrell contributed by jenny dixon

Happy Childhood

I lived with my grandma Elizabeth (Lizzie) Bignell at No 10 Ten Cottages from 1943 to around 1948. The houses were Estate owned (and still are) and my grandad Robert Bignell worked at the manor house first as a shepherd and then in his later years as a gardener. My mother was "in service" at a large house in the village which I think was owned by a family called Passmore. Three of my grandmother's sons were away in the war and they all came home safely. There was Sydney, who was in the Navy, Robert in the Tank Regiment and Frederick who was a Paratrooper. I actually remember them all being de-mobbed after the war and coming home. The village ...read more here
A memory of Wormleighton contributed by Geoff Taylor

mini fishing

I remember fishing here with our mini bottles. Catching minows with wine bottles with the bottom knocked out ( hard to find ). Remember once being trapped under these arches with the river rising and being surrounded by the cows that came down from the field. Very fond memories - shame kids don't get the chance these days to experience such things.     
A memory of Shipston-On-Stour contributed by Michael Bailey