My house in New Bradwell
This is the story of the house where I live – our house 1870 to the present day. Nobody envisaged that the invention of the railways, and all that this entailed, would have such an impact on the sleepy little towns of Wolverton, Stantonbury and the coach town of Stony Stratford. Not only did it bring “The Works” and thousands of new jobs making a New Town. This, of course, made a lot of Builders very rich, making work for various trades, shops etc! I live in New Bradwell- a town formed from the original Stantonbury. A small village which boasted a Windmill (still standing) and little else, so becoming prime land for building houses to house all the new families who moved here to “The Works” in the mid 1800’s.
The house I live in now, was one such, although it has the foundations for two houses. Mr Kemp – one of the master builders building many of the new houses especially in New Bradwell – decided that, as the houses were opposite his building yard, he would build it as one.
Thus the house was built. There was a Reclamation Yard in the area and most of the builders sourced some of their material from there.
The house has a large front door with a beautiful stained glass window, several marble fireplaces, doors of several heights and width etc. Beams and stained glass windows make a beautiful back drop for the home of a master builder. Also on the site were a large workshop with fire place, and a huge building at the bottom of the garden which housed the Fire Engine during the War. There were tables along the far wall where painters stood to paint. Large round disks were formed from the many coats of paint made by the cleaning of paint brushes.
The house was, of course, lit by gas and some of the old pipe work still remains. The house had an upstairs bathroom and toilet, running cold water but no hot which had to be carried up the stairs and through long passages. There was a glass lean to which connected the two wings of the house.
Mr Kemp lived there with his brother Percy (who, when young, sustained an injury to his brain).
After Mr Kemp, the house was occupied by the Brownsell family of mother and father and six daughters – one of which was the mother of my husband’s friend.
It then became the property of Mr and Mrs Walsh and their son Harry. Mr Walsh worked as a civil servant and traveled a lot abroad. Their son Harry joined the Air force when he left school. During a test flight, the airplane blew up midair, killing all personnel. His name has been included on the list of airmen killed in service in our local Church.
During the War, a family from London occupied rooms there and I often saw their little girl at the upstairs window on my way to school.
After the death of their son, Mrs Walsh became depressed and they moved up north, leaving the house empty and up for sale.
We were looking for a different house and arranged to look ’round. I walked through the large imposing front door and immediately fell in love with it, as I could picture a large Christmas tree in the corner. We put in an offer which was accepted and on Good Friday 1970 we moved in.
That was over 40 years ago. The house is quirky, called by some of my friends The Tardis, it seems much bigger on the inside than out. Much money and a lot of love have gone into it since then and many parties and family gatherings. I like to think that the house has improved with love and has become not just mine but the children’ also. A home to be proud of. Thank you Mr Kemp.