Paul Turner Photographer
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Northolt Coal Yard Houses


Northolt Station Bridge


Northolt Booking office


Northolt Platform


Northolt Park Station


Contractors railway entering shallow tunnel in Harrow, Middlesex.

Field End Road Railway Bridge pre 1930

Field End Road Bridge





Medical centre


Another medical centre view


Houses on the old Day Nursery site


Nursery Site from Methodist Church

Another view of housing from Eastcote Lane


Kings Road to Right


Eastcote Lane towards School


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Forgotten Memories       
After writing the ‘Remember When’ book there were people who asked me to write another book so they could iinclude further memories that had come to mind.                                                 

Here are some comments about ‘Remember When’  & new memories              ***************************************************************************
I would Like to take to say a big thank you to Joy and Syd for giving us this wonderful opportunity of writing our memories down .I know my family love reading the books which they can keep for their grandchildren to read .I am sure I have many more memories tucked away and could keep you busy for a long time,
Regards and best wishes Joan Richardson nee Irvin                     ***************************************************************************
I lived in Pinner at number 1 The Squirrels from July 1975 until July 1979. I was with the Canadian High Commission (HC) on a four year posting. The HC had, and probably still has, several houses that it purchased for it's Canadian staff in Pinner and the surrounding areas. I am retired now, but I must say that living in Pinner and enjoying the UK, was one of the highlights of my career. I received this site from a friend of mine on Vancouver Island, British Columbia where I lived from 2002 to 2005 before moving back to Ottawa. She lived in Rayners Lane, and was brought up there.           Hence the connection  between herself and me.                            Good luck with the site and also, very well done.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Barrie Thomas                                                                                                                                                                                          Ottawa, Ontario, Canada                                                       *****************************************************************************
Thanks Syd for all the work you do and I still remember the good time we had a few years ago.  Keeping healthy but with all the cold weather and snow we've had it's been hard to feel anything!!!       Margaret Hetherington Noren. South Harrow, Now - Southern Minnesota USA                                                                          *****************************************************************************
Name:   Sue Steers
Hello, I was born in 1956 in Edgware General Hospital.                                                                                                                           I went to Roxeth Manor Infants and Junior School, then Pinner Grammar School, then Roxeth Manor Seniors.                                  We lived in the flats in Alexandra Avenue, the newer ones in the middle.                                                                                            The park and stream was behind us, and I remember that the flats opposite backed onto sort of open land and there was an old air raid shelter there.                                                                                                                                                                       I remember going to brownies in Rayners Lane, can't remember the name of the road but we used to pass the prefabs.  A few people I remember who lived in the flats too were Wendy Larner and      Lorraine Chaffe who were my best friends.  There was also Joyce, her family used to have corgi dogs, another girl called Jackie - I don't know why I remember this but she was knocked over by a car at one time and broke her leg.                                                                                                  There was a boy slightly older than us called Arthur, a very old lady called Mrs Nightingale who used to sit on her balcony!                                                                                                                                                                                                            The people upstairs from us had the surname Brown I think, there were 3 boys, one named Geoffrey who was my friend, and a younger sister called Susan, I remember when she was born.                                                                                       We used to go to the shops near the Tithe Farm pub, there was a Bakers there and if we did little jobs for them they would give us cakes.                                                                                                                                                                                     We would always go to Pinner Fair, swimming at Ruislip Lido, bowling at North Harrow bowl, so many memories I could go on forever!  I now live in Milton Keynes.                                        *****************************************************************************
My name is Edwina, and I lived above the fish and chip shop in Rayners Lane.  My mum and dad worked in the Fish and chip shop.  I went to Eastcote Lane and then sat for the scholarship from that school and then went to Sacred Heart Grammar School in Harrow Weald.                                                                                              Through Friends Re-united U.K. I have found two of my friends and we keep in contact.                                                                              I left England in 1954 and came to live in Canada.                        Just recently I have heard about the death of one of my other friends that I went to school with.                                                                                                                                                     I have a paragraph or two in the original/first book that was written, and have also included a picture.                                                       Keep in touch Syd.                                                                           Always good to know what is going on.                                                                                                                Huggers...........Edwina                                                              *****************************************************************************
An excellent site which has brought back many happy memories. I was born on 7th May 1940 and lived my first 20 years in Walton Avenue. 10 years around Harrow and Stanmore, then moving a soft drinks factory from Ruislip to Durham City. After 32 years I retired and moved to Lincolnshire and then to Mansfield in Nottinghamshire.                                                                                  Peter Corbett                                                                      *****************************************************************************       
Well done Syd.  What dedication and what a bonus from the past for all EASTCOTE LANE scholars                                               Beatrice Holloway                                                                                 *****************************************************************************                                   
Great to see things are still progressing, although South Harrow isn't...just depressing. I don't think the bus lanes have helped either as it seems miles to the other side of the road now.                                                                                                              I also noted the Post Office finally re-opened in a new location. What a shame the old one was allowed to fall, under dubious? circumstances.                                                                                      I didn't recognise any of the shops, apart from Greg’s on my last visit, but at least Sainsbury was still there.                                                                                                                                                                                                           I suppose the loss of Woolworths was always going to have an adverse effect on the place. What a shame and how to ruin a prosperous shopping centre in less than a generation.                                                                                                          Arthur Reeder
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I live in a 1930’s suburban house that backs onto Field End Recreation Ground. On three sides was surrounded by a wide variety of trees, home for many birds. In Spring the trees were in varying colours ranging through dark holly green to the lighter hues of lime. Their autumnal colours would rival those of New England. We accessed the field through a garden gate and across a ditch, where dad placed a neat bridge. In the ditch were many frogs. The field slopes down towards the house and the other side of the hill has been filled with 1920/30’s rubbish so the top of the field is now flat.
I have lived here since I was four years old. Access to the field was
granted after WW2 on payment of one penny added to the council rates. Birthday parties were held in the field, everyone could run wild, without remonstration and the games were endless, all free, so there were protests at the increase in the rates!
My earliest recollections of the field were of the Pinner Hunt including people from Windsor Castle, and it was thought, the Duke of Windsor. There was an abundance of wild flowers. These included harebells, violets, cowslips, primroses, clovers and buttercups to name a few. In the hedgerows were the juiciest of blackberries, and fresh jam made nearly every day.
On waking one morning, I surprised to see about twenty well groomed horses grazing.                                                                 Next day they were gone.                                                               Something to do with Northolt racecourse close by.
In1944 I looked out and it was as if the field had sprouted bell tents, just like mushrooms.                                                                           There were soldiers everywhere, walking about in their vests and the loops of their braces hanging down over their trousers.              They too disappeared overnight.                                                           It was everyone's job to rush into the field during air raids and put out the incendiary bombs which lit up everything.                            We were told that the enemy was looking for Northolt Aerodrome the base for the Polish Air force, or a nearby factory that made parts for aeroplanes.
One day I watched in dismay as the whole field was ploughed and divided up into allotments.                                                               From dawn to dusk, there were people tending their vegetables.         My friends and I had a camp under the hedges and fed ourselves on the sweet young peas we pilfered!                                             We were silly enough to leave a trail of pods to our den, and were caught red handed by an angry allotment holder!                                  After the war, the field returned to its former glory.
Over the years I have witnessed football matches, which had to be discontinued because of the spectators’ language - fathers berating their sons for missing something or other. Some would-be golfers would come to practice their strokes, and mortify my husband and I as they aimed their shots towards the house; shots so wild that you can understand our apprehension. Kite flying was and still is popular When some large kites are airborne they haul the owner into the air, their legs still running. Sometimes the owner leaps onto a trolley and is dragged across the field at speed.
Over the last seven years I have watched a group of boys.           They must have been about eleven when they first came to the field to play cricket. As there was usually something between seven to twelve players, of mixed cultures, the games were improvised.           Watching them grow up I never saw any arguments or fights amongst them, except one evening.                                                       On this particular evening, their serious concentration was so entertaining. There were nine of them and two pairs of boxing gloves between them. They worked out a sequence so that everyone had one glove to fight with. Eventually they all had their turn with one glove and then the winner of the final round, boxed, with two gloves, the one who had refereed all matches!                      One evening, I took a photo, and when the camera flashed, they looked up and waved.
The flat top of the hill lends itself perfectly for boot sales and the number of people who attend seems astronomical. Every Easter a fair arrives, and it is magical to see the lights flickering during the late evening. Occasionally, a circus sets up a big top. We see the trailers arrive late afternoon, by bedtime the tents are up and next day the performances start. Years ago, at four in the morning, elephants and other animals were walked around the field for exercise, I was never lucky enough to see this for myself.
Now, as I gaze out of the window, I see a fox streaking across the field. I often wonder how I ever get any work done!                                            
Diana Meyer (nee Cullimore)
Living at 22 Ravenswood Crescent, Rayners Lane from 1941-1959 which encompassed the end of the war, my main memories are of air raid sirens, flocks of planes flying over the house, attending Roxbourne Infants and Junior Schools and then Eastcote Lane which became Roxeth Manor.
I then went to Hendon Tec until 16 and worked at the Central Personnel Office of Philips Electrical Industries in Shaftesbury Ave. London until emigrating to Calgary, Canada at 18 with a work friend.
At Eastcote Lane school I was knocked unconscious with a football and spent 10 days in Harrow Hospital. One of my classmates at Roxbourne was Valerie Saville. I would very much like to contact her. She lived on Malvern Avenue, S. Harrow in those years. My mother worked at the Ruislip American Airforce Base for many years and I recently found an American friend of ours in Virginia after 55 years. I now live at Qualicum Beach, Vancouver Island, B.C. Canada. married with 3 children and 2 grandchildren and am still in touch with schoolmates Pat Guest, Maureen Levenson, Pauline Higgins, Diane Pattison.                                                 Diane (Cullimore) Meyer                                                                                        *************************************************************************
Geoff Sensier South Australia 30/06/2011
Hi Syd, My name's Geoff Sensier, I was born in Harrow Hospital Roxeth Hill 24th September 1937. My first couple years were spent in Carr Road, Northolt near a pub called The Load of Hay ( It's been a Harvester for some time now I believe)
When The War started Dad got called up so mother and I moved from Carr Rd. to stay with my grandparents at 16 St. Margarets Ave. South Harrow. Sadly I didn't get to know my father very well as he was away for most of 6 years ('39 to '45) then passed away late '45. Anyway mum must have sold the Carr Rd house because we lived at St Margarets Ave from 1940 till 1964 and had some exciting, happy and sometimes scary times especially during the war years. We had an Anderson shelter and I remember when the siren sounded in the middle of the night mum would carry me downstairs and we'd all scramble under the steel table... all four of us, plus the dog.
I married Sandra Welham in 1962 ( yes, 50th anniversary next year. Ouch!) and we spent our first 18 months sharing the house with Mum and my stepfather....... They were scary times too!!! But we survived and eventually bought a house in Reading where we stayed till 1971. I was probably a bit too young to remember the cafe that your dad had Syd but I do recall that there was a good expanse of tarmac outside those properties that was excellent for roller skating.
We've had the good fortune to have your book "Remember When" sent to us by a life long friend of mine Tony Mussell (Page 126). Tony and I started school at Weldon Park on the same day and although my family and I moved to Australia in 1971 we still keep in touch via email. Rob Wetherill, another contributor, is also friend with whom we've spent some great times over the years. we keep in touch too. When Rob and me were in our early teens we did a lot of cycling, Rickmansworth, Windsor and Eaton and even went to Worthing and back... in a day! It started to rain at Petts Hill and didn't stop till we got back home! We'd had better days.
Like you, Rob and me were also members the Church Lads Brigade but unlike you we didn't have a musical bent!. Sundays we used to take our sweets into the service and there would be the rustling of paper bags during Father Peerless's sermon. much to his frustration.
We used to enjoy Friday evenings most when the trapeze was set up. I played football for them at one stage and the pitch at the back of church hall had about a one in ten gradient .I don't think anybody scored kicking downhill as every shot used to sail over the crossbar! I've really enjoyed reading the book and must congratulate you on your efforts. And congratulations also to the people have contributed and stirred up so many wonderful memories of those times. What fantastic recollections people have of names and places. Peter Greatbatch's article is particularly good as is yours Syd .The names and places that you both mention really take me back. My memories pale by comparison, but here's a few anyway; Probably for the period mid 40's to early 50's An alleyway connects St Margarets to Northolt Rd and on Northolt Rd just to the right was a barbers called Sid’s and old Sid had a clubfoot which was a bit of a put off when you were a ten-year old especially as he was a grumpy 'chap!' I never looked forward to having a haircut. Close by was a cycle repair and sales shop owned and run by Jimmy Wiltshire and his wife Olive, they had one son called Peter who, these days, would be called hyperactive, but really he was nutty as fruit cake and always in trouble They left eventually and the shop was then run by a Joe Harrison. His son, Brian, was a good friend of mine. Brian got into Real Estate I believe.
The newspaper man outside South Harrow Station calling; "Papers,.. Star, Standard, Papers" what a distinctive voice he had.
All the local kids spent hours at the South Harrow Park playing football, cricket, ages ranged from late teens down 7 and 8 year-olds. Just pick two teams and go for it. Then on other occasions we'd cross the allotments and climb over the fence at the bottom and put pennies on the old "push and pull" line. There was even the odd mad moment when we'd creep into the tunnel under the Piccadilly line and wait in the small "cut-outs' till a train went past showering us with soot and sparks. I remember scrumping apples at the bottom of the Merrison’s garden.                                                    They were in charge of the Toll gate, just up from the old Station They had two daughters, Olive and I forget the other girls name.
Incidentally I Googled South Harrow and the toll gate is still operational from the look of it, and looks quite nice I might add, unlike the rest of South Harrow. Most places and names that I can recall have been covered in your books and on your webpage but there one interesting fact/person I'd like to mention. In the early 40's, when mum and I moved into St Margarets Ave, Mum became life long friends with one of the neighbours who lived 2 doors away at number 20. My wife Sandra and I have also kept in touch with her and I spoke to her on the telephone the other day
Her name is Nora Marshall and she is still living there she's in her mid 90's. She has a very good memory and I've taken the liberty of passing your email address on to her and also the 2 phone numbers on your web page. Nora doesn't own a computer but her son is an IT whiz so anything she wants doing he'll tackle it for her.
I find it quite interesting to see that quite a few contributors to your book emigrated. Also to see that the people who have returned to South Harrow in recent years, myself included, find it quite depressing. Never mind we will remember it as it was, eh. This was going to be just a quick couple of lines but I got a bit carried away! There are lots of names I can remember from my days at Weldon Park and Eastcote Lane but will leave it for another time. Thanks once again for producing the books Syd and giving us lots of interesting reading.                                                                                                                                                                                   
Hope this finds you well                                                                          Kind regards                                                                                 Geoff & Sandra Sensier                                                      *************************************************************************
Ian Jones                                                                                                     I don’t quite know how during the course of you collecting all the information for the books I managed to miss your requests for information etc and indeed it was my son who let me know about your excellent website. I do have quite a large collection of Roxeth and surrounding area local history books and your two will be a very welcome addition. this includes a copy of the Welldon Park School centenary booklet and at the time of this i was a member of the governing body of the school.
I was until four years ago resident of Roxeth/Northolt from 1945 firstly in a house in Eastcote Lane (opposite the fish and chip shop) until 1971 then in Ivy Close until 1977 then Petts Hill Northolt (just up from the Swan pub) until 2007.                                                       Then having had enough of all the changes (I am sure you know what I mean) retired to Linslade in Bedfordshire.                                I have just this week on Ebay found and purchased a postcard of the shops in Eastcote Lane taken in 1954/5 in which I appear in my Roxeth Manor Juniors School uniform outside my house. I can remember being told copies of this were on sale at Doreen's newsagents but unfortunately lost my copy years a go so it will be quite a welcome return.                                                                   
My small, claim to fame in the area during all these years is in 1979 I was Chairman of the local residents association and to celebrate the 50th anniversary of its founding we organised the first Roxeth Show in Roxeth Recreation Ground. following this I founded the Roxeth Show and Carnival Association and for the next 20 years saw this grow into a large two day event. In 1999 to celebrate the 20th show and the 100th anniversary of the opening of the recreation ground (1899) I collected a lot of information but unfortunately few photos, and produced a booklet which I called The History of Roxeth Recreation Ground and the Roxeth Show I managed to produce a 100 copies of this which were sold at the event. If you ever contemplate the production of any further books and would like to include anything from the booklet let me know and I will copy the last remaining copy I have and send it to you. As a lasting reminder to this event we managed to persuade Harrow Council to change the name of the small access way from Kingsley Road (at the top of Eastcote Road) to the recreation ground gates to Pitcairn's Path. As you may well know Roxeth Recreation Ground came about as the result of a small boy being killed in Northolt Road by a horse and cart and as a result the then equivalent of a local councillor campaigned for a place of recreation. The council eventually purchased the fields but the only access was on foot via the footpath from Southill Avenue and eventually David Pitcairn a local landowner donated the piece of land which now provides the main entrance.                                                                              Because of the ever increasing workload and the dwindling band of dedicated helpers I decided in 2000 that enough was enough and announced that 2000 would be the last Roxeth Show but then came along the Harrow & Pinner Lions Club who carried it on and of course following the demise of the Harrow Show the Roxeth show is now the largest event of its kind in Harrow. I still attend each year as site manager.
Before finishing I feel I must draw you attention to one small error in the Wikipedia description of Roxeth. This relates to the railway and Northolt Park station. South Harrow & Roxeth station was in fact opened on completion of the construction of the line in 1906 (not1926) and was renamed Sudbury Hill (Harrow) when the District Railway opened Sudbury Hill (now the Piccadilly line). Northolt Park was constructed and opened by the LNER in 1929 to serve both the racecourse and the then new housing in the Alexandra Avenue area and Mr Champniss the developer who built most of the estate, and donated Alexandra Park to the community, contributed towards the cost of the station so when he sold the houses he could provide season tickets to the new owners. I have advised British History on Line (from where Wikipedia obtained their information) of this and hopefully it will be corrected.
Regards Ian                                                         ************************************************************************* 
Memories of South Harrow by Nancy Carrington as told to Neville Hughes, March 1998
I was born Nancy Meades 87 years ago at 68 Parkfield Road.          The house was very similar to what it is today except that we had an outside toilet and no bathroom; we used the old tin bath.                 All my early memories are about the lovely times we had playing in Roxeth Recreation Ground, we used to go there all day when we   could.
There we never any problems about it not being safe for children.          I can remember taking our food to the park and playing and having lots of picnics. We used to stay until our parents called us home, but this was never very late as children went to bed early. I was in bed by 8.00pm at the age of twelve.                                                               In the corner of the park, near where the pavilion now is, there was Taylor’s stall that sold sweets and drinks.                                            We used to spend our pennies and ‘halfpennies’ there. In the park there were swings and roundabouts and a sort of maypole that we used to swing round on and jump off.
The park was lovely for playing hide and seeks and there was a hollow tree we could climb onto, the boys played a lot of football.
One of my best memories was one day during the First World War, I would have been six or seven, we were playing our usual games when an aeroplane –one with two wings- circled low over the park and to our amazement it landed. It taxied round the park and then took off again. We were so excited.
We also used to get excited when we saw an airship or Zeppelin.                   
Living in Parkfield Road was quite different from what it is today. There were few cars, so we played in the roads quite safely, we could put a skipping rope across the road.                                     We played with wooden tops and a whip and we chased round the roads with a hoop and stick.                                                                  Each day the Lamplighter man came round.                                        On Sundays the “muffin” man came round selling muffins and crumpets and also the fisherman came selling cockles, winkles and celery.                                                                                              Some Sundays a Barrel Organ with a dancing monkey came along and one very exciting visitor was the Brown Bear Man.                       He used to come round with a Brown Bear and you had to put a penny in the Bear’s paw to get his master to sing.
I went to Welldon Park School from the age of five until eleven. The Head Teacher was Miss Davey; she was very strict and used a strap. My other teachers that I can remember, include Miss Parnell – she hit our knuckles- Miss Bartlett for dancing and Mrs Snowden for knitting. I loved dancing and when I was older I went to Mr Farr’s dancing at St Hilda’s Hall. We had times doing “proper” dances like the Paul Jones. I still like dancing.                                                    Up the road from Welldon Park School there were fields with lots of buttercups, daisies and geese. When summer came and the weather was warmer we had our lessons under the trees.
My father, Harry Meades, worked at the Sewerage Farm in Old Rayners Lane. They used to have problems with the animals, sheep and foxes getting into the sewerage. In the summer, when the grass was long, he helped cut it around the farm using a scythe.                   I have some other good memories.                                                   Down Northolt Road there used to be the Paddocks Farm, where children came out from London “into the country” to play and picnic. We used to stand outside and sell them roses from our gardens. There were no buses, we walked to /Harrow to go to the Coliseum. I remember Max and Lou Grundle had an old taxi, the lowest fare was two old pennies.
I was still living in Parkfield Road when I married in 1934, and I still live in the area.                                                                             I hope you enjoy reading about my happy early days in South Harrow.                                                                                           ***************************************************************************
Memories by Mrs E E Bell (nee Loveday) from 1931
My family lived in Eastcote Road, the Roxeth recreation Ground was at the top of Eastcote Road, and many happy hours were spent playing there especially during the school holidays. My mother (Annie Loveday) had to go out to work as she was a widow and we lived with my grandmother (Mrs Griffith) also a widow, who was caretaker of south Harrow Baptist Church at that time.
We enjoyed the swings and roundabouts and once when I was 8 I ran into a swing and had a badly cut eyebrow.                                       My eldest sister carried me to the water fountain, bathed my eye, but could not stop the bleeding so carried me home.                     She was only 11 years old. I had to be pushed up to the Roxeth Hill Hospital in a dolls pram. I returned home suffering from concussion and for a month my mother and granny sat up with me on alternative nights.                                                                            We used to make little houses on the top field hedges of the “rec” and play mothers and fathers. If we heard a train coming (steam of course) we would run to the fence and see who reached there first to wave to the driver, who invariably waved back. Ah happy days and memories! (Railway Children?).                               ****************************************************************************                             
Childhood Memories of Roxeth in the 1930s                                            By Mrs Gwen Quinn
My parents moved to Sandringham Crescent from Chelsea when the houses were first built in 1932.
My memories are as follows:                                                        Roxeth Recreation Ground was the only park – Alexandra Park did not exist. I can remember walking to the recreation ground with my mother and brother. We went on the swings and roundabout and I can remember there was a green hut where ice cream and drinks could be bought. I can remember walking past fields of cabbages , which must have been where the allotments were, and through to what must have been Wood End, to visit a friend of my mothers.
In 1935 we were taken by our school to the “rec” to celebrate King George V1’s Coronation.                                                                           On each occasion there was entertainment, clowns etc. and we were given mugs, spoons and books to celebrate.                           ***************************************************************************
Memories of Roxeth Recreation Ground Compiled by Ian Jones
Chairman Roxeth Show and Carnival Association 1980 – 1998 
My first recollection of Roxeth Recreation Ground goes back to around 1951 when I was about six years old. My father, only having a small back garden in Eastcote Lane, decided that to ensure that we had plenty of fresh green vegetables to take an allotment plot. The nearest available without a waiting list was in Roxeth Recreation Ground. In those days the allotments spread down the full length of the Recreation Ground right across to the houses in Wood End Avenue the footpath running right across, as it does now, dividing the site in two, but, as I can recall in those days they were not fenced off. Also there were a few plots still on what is now the top field near the railway. These were left over from the war effort when as much land as possible was used for home food growing. I can also remember one or two plot holders keeping chickens.
Another attraction to my father taking a plot there was that in the winter there were always football matches to watch on Saturday and Sunday mornings, and of course in the summer there was cricket. Just inside the entrance gate to the allotments was the one and only water tap for the whole site, and the Trading Hut run by the Allotment Society, where site holders could purchase everything associated with gardening. I remember it always smelt of fertiliser and was lit by gas, and the gas fire in winter was a welcome attraction. Quite often the atmosphere although under the watchful eye of Mr Goodhead, the Trading Secretary, was more social than business. On the allotment side of the hedge a ditch ran from the top of the site down to the bottom of the Recreation Ground where it joined the one running across from the Piccadilly railway line side of the ground. About halfway down was a place where people dumped discarded household items, quite a place for a small bot to explore!
As I grew a little older so did my apparent dislike for gardening and eventually on these trips to the allotment, I was allowed into the Recreation Ground on my own. Prior to this my only experience of such adventures were my visits to Alexandra Park, rather boring, the only attractions being the small area containing the swings, rocking horse and drinking fountain, with Fred the Park Keeper keeping an eye on us. In Roxeth Recreation Ground I found two railway lines on which to watch the trains, one with steam trains and the other electric trains. Then there was the playground in those days near the bowling green end of the tennis courts by the shelter. The playground had swings, infants and juniors, a roundabout, witches hat and other attractions. There was a notice, sternly stating that the apparatus was for the use of children only. It defined ages but I cannot remember details other than there were several years’ difference between boys and girls. If you became bored with this you could watch tennis, in those days there was grass courts as
well as hard.
In winter you could act as unofficial ball boy for the football and I can also remember that often, in winter, following heavy rain notices would be placed on the edge of the grass proclaiming “Ground Unfit”. In those days football matches were well supported by spectators and I can remember that when these notices were displayed those spectators that had turned up would stand in dejected groups discussing whether the Council officials had made the right decision. Of course this did mean that more work would be done on the allotments!
In the summer you could help find cricket balls which had strayed into the shrubbery. You could also try and watch the bowls through the thick hedge, but if you tried for a better view through the gate, you would be chased away, attack could be from both sides as in those days the pavilion was on the opposite side of the path.
Perhaps the biggest attraction was the “ditch”, this runs across the ground from a pipe under the electric railway to a point near the Chiltern Railway fence where it passes into another pipe under the railway line and eventually, I am told, into the River Brent. There was nearly always water in the “ditch” but it was best in winter when pieces of wood could pass in the current from one end to the other, including through the pipes under the paths leading to the top field. I would often help other boys build dams which after a while would be demolished resulting in a mini tidal wave.
I can also remember in the autumn collecting large quantities of
leaves from the trees that were all around and across the Recreation Ground, for compost. Dutch Elm Disease and the several hurricane type windstorms have contributed to the reduction of a number of large trees, excepting of course for the sturdy Oaks between the football and cricket areas, these were once part of the old Roxeth boundary.
In those days the changing facilities for the sports teams consisted of a number of round tin huts erected in a circle and in the middle of the circle were one cold water tap over an old white earthenware sink. These were located where the present pavilion is.  
Just down the path from here was another tin hut.                                                From here Mrs Feasy, the resident Park Keeper’s wife ran a refreshment facility. I can remember the sheer delight in summer of drinking small bottles of Tizer, eating wonderful home made cakes and when rationing ceased actually being able to purchase sweets unaccompanied. In the summer when important cricket matches were played, tea would be served on long tables set up near the changing huts.
Mr and Mrs Feasy and their family lived in a detached house in Kingsley Road, which backs onto the Recreation Ground, and when the wire fence was erected the small pedestrian gate, which is now located at the top of the footpath leading from Kingsley road, was placed opposite the back gate of the house. The house is now a private residence with no involvement with the Recreation Ground. There was also a marble drinking fountain on the path near the bowling green.
As I grew older I ventured further; the steam railway banks were an exciting place. We used to place old halfpennies on the line and watch the steam engines turn them into pennies, or so we would like to think. The tunnel where the steam trains went under the electric lines (204 yards in length) offered real adventure, especially as it was reputed to be haunted by the ghosts of the driver and fireman of USA Locomotive 1707, who were tragically killed when at 3-30am on the 30th August 1944 the boiler blew up in the tunnel. This adventure was both dangerous and illegal and these days with silent running diesel trains and a frequent Police presence because of vandalism etc. means this practice is even more dangerous and risky, and is not recommended.
I must mention for railway buffs, that if you stand and look through the Chiltern Railway fence at the point where it joins the London Transport fence you can see the abandoned workings where the District and Great Central Railways started to construct an interchange junction.
One summers evening I can remember going to the allotment and receiving graphic details from other boys about a boy who had climbed one of the trees near the railings and had fallen, impaling himself on the spikes. Despite this Roxeth Recreation Ground was a safe place for children to play and it certainly contributed to my childhood development in very many ways. Some years later of course, I became very much more involved with the ground through my involvement with the Roxeth Show, but that is another story. In conclusion I must simply say “Thank you Mr Short for Roxeth Recreation Ground”                                                                    ***************************************************************************
Cricket Memories by Mr William Stevens                 
I moved into Wargrave Road in 1960, and being interested in cricket I joined Welldon sport C.C. the same year, obtaining 100 wickets in my first season with them.                                                                    In 1960 I joined Roxeth C.C. also obtaining 10 wickets in my first season with them eventually obtaining over 1000 wickets in club cricket, two thirds of them on the Roxeth pitches.                                A word of thanks for the groundsman of my time Mr Feasy who prepared such a good wicket where I had the pleasure of playing against the leading clubs of Harrow and South Harrow C.C., A P S C. C. Sudbury, Bessborough, Pinner, Roxeth and Welldon Sports C. C. for and against. My thousandth wicket was obtained on 6th August 1960.
A yearly match Roxeth C. C. used to arrange, was the over thirties versus the under thirties.                                                                  Playing for the over thirties, we defeated the under thirties, scoring 251 as against 128, in which I scored 100 not out, this is the only time I have ever scored a ton. I would like to mention three Roxeth Players of county class, Tony Dyball, batsman, Len Worth, spin bowler and Reg Fielder, wicket keeper, but they were never approached. Mr Len Reader player and secretary of South Harrow C.C. has put in such a lot of hard work in to keep cricket going in the park.
I retired from Roxeth C.C. at the ripe old age of 70. I shall be 91 on the 4th July 1998.                                                       ***************************************************************************
Jim Bell
Many of your correspondents seem to mention the Odeon in South Harrow. I was Manager there about 1970, although I only had digs in the area.                                                                                           I have very fond memories of my time there, and the staff I recall... Doreen...Sylvie...Pauline...Anne...Colin...Mel ...Vera...                     Plus Jan who lived nearby and always popped in to see everybody. ***************************************************************************
Hi Syd
Saw your comments on the train crash at Wealdstone. I was in Byron telephone exchange that morning having walked to work due to the heavy fog. At that time in the morning there were not many staff in due to the fog. Byron was a Strowger exchange which meant you could hear the switches operate as people made calls.            As the exchange covered a mainly residential area very few calls were gong through at that time in the morning. Suddenly it seemed as if every switch in the building was operated, me being an apprentice wondered what was going on. My boss was in and he checked the calls and discovered the accident reports coming in. Then everything was organised to provide telephone facilities at the crash site which despite the weather was carried out very quickly. My time at Byron was a short one as I had to move on to other sites for training but it was certainly a morning I will not forget.                   Bob Osborne                                                                           ***************************************************************************
Melonie Broughton
Melonie Broughton attended Roxeth Manor School and wrote this sad message in the South Harrow/Rayners Lane Guestbook
Hi Syd,                                                                                                   I grew up in Rowe Walk in the 70's and was wondering if anyone can remember the time when my Mum’s friend John Goodman brought a wild Puma home for her.                                                      I remember being about ten at the time and we were all shocked when he knocked on the door with this wild cat.                                  My mum made him take it back and it ripped his leather seats up in his Jag.                                                                                                                                                     He took it into the tithe farm pub on his way and the police turned
up. He had to have stitches in his hand after it clawed him.                   My Dad was Clive Marsh Broughton and I can’t really think of anything good to say about him as he was a bit of a rogue.
He was found dead rolled up in a carpet in a flat behind Harrow on the Hill train station.                                                                             One of his girlfriends was sentenced to 2yrs for preventing the burial of a body.                                                                                    
A gruesome story but all part of my memories of Rowe Walk.
(Mel later wrote this note too me, and which I was very pleased to receive.)                                                               
Hello Syd, I have no probs with you using my comments and I Will try and find some pics.                                                                    Our neighbour came home with a black Shetland pony and used to keep it in Winkly court. That was in the early 70's.                            My other memories are a bit dark because of my Fathers behaviour.                               Now I’m now living on the coast and life is much better.
Melonie                                                                      ***************************************************************************
Pam Eldridge - formerly Pamela Wearn. 
Hi Syd,
What a great idea this is! 
My name is Pam Eldridge - formerly Pamela Wearn. 
I lived in Lynton Road, Rayners Lane from age 3 (1934) until I married Derek Eldridge in 1953.

I went to Roxbourne Junior School from the day it opened. 
Before that I had to go to Eastcote Lane Junior School for one year. 
I remember that when Roxbourne School was being built a little girl from Lynton Road was killed when a gate fell on her.
I remember Miss Richardson and Miss Ramsey (headmistresses of the infant and junior schools). 
We spent quite a lot of school time in the air raid shelters. 
My friends at that time were Jean and Joan Jones (twins) and Mary and Margaret Lucking (sisters). 
I would love to know where they are now and how life has treated them. 
From Roxbourne I went to Eastcote Lane School and teachers I remember include Miss Gabb  (everybody's favourite English teacher),
Miss Avery (geography) Mrs Shepherd whose husband worked in the Boys school, Mrs Heaton (domestic science) and Mrs Beddison (needlework). 
I often think how amazed she would be if she could see the sewing I do now. 
I was the worst needlewoman in her class! I was never in Miss Sims good books as I was always a duffer at Maths.

I emigrated to Perth, Western Australia, with my husband and three children in 1967, a decision we have never regretted. Keep up the good work Syd. 
We look forward to reading more.
Victoria Rousseau nee Massarik

Victoria Rousseau nee Massarik
Formerly of,
Alexandra Ave S Harrow
Roxeth Manor school1949 -55
Now in Australia

Hello Syd, You sent the two books of memories via my brother, Jack Massarik, to me here in Australia. What an absolute thrill! There were so many names that I recognised, as well as places and activities. Good on you for organising and preserving our living history! Must have been heaps of work, but, well worth it for the pleasure you give.
Just want to say thanks.
Vicky Rousseau at Eastcote Lane & Roxeth Manor School from 1949 to 1955)

PS In Miss Nullis's 4a 1954 were Paul Tucker, Ian Kreamer, Ronald Goodall, Roger Hilliard, Paul Brown, Keith Claridge, John Lowth, Robin Dunning, Stanley Tracy. Malcolm Nugent, Peter Hopkins, David Morgan, Derek Jamieson, Michael Fulton, Michael Morris, Jonathan Maplesden ,Jennifer Hodges, Jennifer Barnes, Grace Embrey, Alison Guildford, Janet Rogers, Gillian Alexander, Celia Harris, Eileen Saunders, Carole Pearson, Joyce Eaves, Christine Chadwick, Janet Cornish, Anne Harry. Margaret Lurring and from other streams I remember Gillian Kirkland, Susan Rutter, Lucia Routledge, Regina Donohue and John Cruttenden.
Delighted to see Michael  Fulton, Janet Cornish and Grace Embrey in your books. Love to know about any others!

I had Miss East, Mrs Jackson, Mrs Braybrook and old Mrs Hastings, a Scot, in the Infants, and marvellous Mr Reed who could draw Donald duck and anything really,, Mrs Miles and MissNullis in the juniors. Miss Blanchard for music. She wrote a song for the school's 21st birthday.

We sang patriotic songs at the Coronation and I remember them all. And "we will rock you, rock you, rock you" in assembly.
My friends were Michael Fulton, Gillian Kirkland,Janet  Rogers, and Gillian Alexander. In my class were Ian Kreamer, Ronald Goodall, Roger Hilliard, Alison Guildford, Paul Tucker, Paul Brown, Peter Hopkins, Margaret Lurring, Anne Harry, Keith Claridge, Stanley Tracy. I loved this boy, John Cruttenden.
Miss Lewis, our headmistress, sat on the table at the front to teach Scripture and we were all fascinated by her knee-length knickers

. Jennifer Armour (nee Kent)
Jennifer Kent
Eastcote Lane Infants & Juniors, and Downer Grammar School
62 Arundel Drive, South Harrow
Born at; The Firs Nursing Home, Harrow
My Pets German Short Haired Pointer and fish

I've really enjoyed your website - reminded me of things I'd quite forgotten.
Born in 1940, I spent the war years with my mother and her mother - my father was a PoW  in Burma/Thailand - in Arundel Drive in a house they had bought new in 1933. I went to the infants school I suppose in 1945, I remember Miss Stevenson was the teacher. After a year I went "up" to the Juniors, and I had Miss Butt and then Mrs Miles for 2 years to age 11 when I went to Downer Grammar School and largely lost touch with Eastcote Lane friends.
Next door to us were the twins, Alan and Barbara Flewers; they had moved out from the London bombing. Barbara went to Eastcote Lane, but Alan had to go to a boarding school for delicate children.
I also went from 1944-1954 (I think) to Miss Audrey Parnell's ballet school.
My sister Margaret was born after the war; when she was ready for Infant school I had moved on after the 11.
By this time the school was called Roxeth Manor.
I had another friend, Ann Wood, who went to Weldon Park. Sadly she died in a drowning accident some years ago, leaving 3 daughters.
My parents were friends with the Wells family who lived in Eastcote Lane. I believe they had met helping as volunteers in a library in the Senior School building.
There were 3 girls in the Wells Family. Shirley who was older than me, Jane who was younger, and with whom I am still in touch, and the youngest was Julia.
I could probably go on all day - better stop now!
Jenny Armour (nee Kent)