Bradford On Avon, Church Street c.1945
Photo ref:
B174012
Photo ref:
B174012
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The iron horse trough was erected in 1919 as a memorial to Lieutenant Howard H Dainton and friends of the 4th Gloucesters, who died in the Great War. Notice the feet in the shape of shire- horse hooves: this was a tribute to the part played by horses in the town's economy. The trough was removed soon after the war.
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A Selection of Memories from Bradford-On-Avon
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Bradford-On-Avon
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I was at The Old Ride when I was seven and the school was in Little Horwood, Nr Bletchly Bucks. It had to be the worse time of my life. After 2 weeks, I was caught talking after lights out, and had to go to Reverend's study for a beating of six of the best with a horse whip. The school was run completely by his rules and archaic regulations. . Because I found the food unpalatable, I ...see more
I have been searching my family tree and find that I had a great great great grandfather named Thomas Pearce Bevan who was born in Bradford on Avon born in 1805. He became a surgeon living in Rochester. He was married to Charlotte (Hodder) from the Isle of Wight. I believe his fathers name was Stephen. Apparently, Charlotte left some money to set up a small charity in Bradford which is now defunct. I am ...see more
I was a day boy between 1966 and 1970. I was always in trouble and spent most of my meals on the punishment table. The ruling was tyranical, you had to eat everything on your plate and couldn't leave the table until you had done so; classical music was played during the main course at lunch time and talking was not allowed. The teachers were either eccentric or old fogeys found on the scrap heap. Plug, the ...see more
I first saw Frankleigh House through the trees in the distance as I was driven there for my first day at The Old Ride Preparatory School for Boys. The school and its predecessor had been based there for many years. As a seven year old it was an inspiring sight. What seemed to be a huge building in acres of lawns and green fields. Tennis courts, a swimming pool and cricket pavilion just part of the grounds. ...see more
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