Posted 10 February 2013 - 11:17 PM
Where to start? I was born at Amersham General in 1954 and my first memories are of the prefabs in White Lion Road. We used to watch the steam shunters puffing and the occasional steam train rush past, but I was very young then, so maybe it was just wishful thinking?
My Dad worked at Statters (?) switchgear just along the road. At some point we (I had 3 brothers, baby boomers all!) moved to New Road and were much closer to my maternal grandparents who lived in Weller Close, a Cul de Sac off New Road.
I totally loved it in Amersham, I had so much freedom it's scary to think of now. I went to Nursery in Mitchell Walk and to St George's (?) on White Lion Road my parents didn't own a car and I was never walked to school - me and my brothers made our own way. I'm not too sure of the chronology, but I went to Woodside on Mitchell Walk and remember it with great affection. I loved it there, apart from one teacher who shall remain nameless!
Upon leaving Woodside, I went to Raans, but only for a month or so. For some reason, my parents decided to 'up sticks' and we moved a long way away. I hated my new school (all boys - culture shock) and didn't live up to my potential.
I have so many brilliant memories of Amersham and have longed to return for a visit to show my 4 year old twin boys where I grew up and some of the scrapes I got into! I was no saint, but fortunately, I was never an inherent sinner either. Maybe I should put that down to my time as an altar boy at St. Michael's and the pastoral guidance of the great Father Caunter... (I hope I've got his name right!)
I could ramble on forever here - much as I did all round the countryside surrounding Amersham-on-the-hill - but I won't. I suspect I'd get far more enjoyment from writing my memories than any of you reading them here!! And they'd probably never end...
I have read quite a few of your entries on this forum, but only in the introductions. I intend to read through a lot more and who knows? I may even recognise something or someone along the way! I dearly hope so.
I still have links in Amersham, well, actually Bellingdon but it's a long time since I visited my Uncle & Aunt there.
So, why is my name Hornblower? Because I play the French Horn is why, but not as a pro - just for fun nowadays.
I'm a retired police officer, but retired is a misnomer - I work harder now as a full time house husband than I ever did in uniform!!