Memories of Winchmore Hill

I was born in Winchmore Hill in 1903 and always lived there. As a child, I recall, after walking home from Penn Street school, I would be met at the door by my mother with a piece of bread and jam in one hand and a milk can in the other, and off I would go again walking to Woodrow to get a pennyworth of skimmed milk.
The annual chapel outing was usually to Burnham Beeches, Mr Hatch from Fagnall Farm was Superintendent of the chapel and his horses and carts transported the villagers. The carts may have been the dung carts the day before, but the men stayed until they were scrubbed clean for the outing.

My grandfather lived at the Lord Nelson public house and made chair legs for the other chair factories in the village. A cul de sac of houses called Nelsons Close now stands on the site of The Lord Nelson. In those days Winchmore Hill had three shops and two chapels, but neither of the latter had a licence to perform marriages. It was said Winchmore Hill people were looked down upon because they had to go to Penn Street to be married.'

Article written by members of the Buckinghamshire Federation of Women's Institutes for the publication "Buckinghamshire Within Living Memory" (1993) and reproduced here with their permission