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Aunt Flo, The Women's Rights Fighter (8 July 1978)

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RECENTLY there has been a celebration of the 50th anniversary of the inception of equal voting rights for women – equal with men, that is, not with each other. Memories of the heroic days of the suffragettes have been recalled and it has generally been assumed that the final victory was due to their militancy. ...
This Weather Is Just Not Cricket (1 July 1978)

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Cold, dark, windy – and its July I am writing on a cold, dark, wet, windy day in the first week of July. The fire is on and very soon the light will have to be on too. Earlier this year I wrote about the old belief that if the weather was good on St. Paul’s ...
The Day A VIP's Teeth Fell Out (24 June 1978)

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In my pantry I keep what I have always known as the “wobbly buffet”. It is a stool, all wooden, with a round top and four legs, each of which is of a slightly different length. During the First World War I climbed on to it to draw the blackout curtain across the fanlight. Now ...
The Story Of Newton Longville (17 June 1978)

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I have just spent an enjoyable evening reading “Upon This Clay,” the book about Newton Longville written by the late Mrs. Catherine Skinner, of Yew Tree Farm, and published just recently. I have a kind of personal interest in the book. Mrs. Skinner wrote a weekly column about women’s topics in general for the former ...
Then It Died Of Dutch Elm (10 June 1978)

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FRED …. A MAN OF THE TREES Many who were youngsters here 20 or 30 years ago will remember old Fred French, who was killed at the age of 80 while cycling down from Little Brickhill in the dark. Fred was an eccentric character. That is not to denigrate him. There are too few eccentrics today ...
Ship Aground In Westfield Sound! (3 June 1978)

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I am writing on June 2, and moisture is running down my neck. The moisture is sweat – or perspiration, if you are lah-di-dah – and it is caused not by the effort of typing, but by the heat and humidity of the weather. So very different from the weather on June 2 twenty-five years ...
Handicaps They Overcame (27 May 1978)

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I was touched by the recent Gazette story about the 12-year old Great Brickhill boy, Kevin Rolls, who walked four miles on his crutches to raise money for his fellow physically-handicapped. “Gradley, lad,” as they say in Lancashire. May you be cured of your disability. Failing that, may you grow up to be the fastest, ...
How We Got Hooked On Life In The Great Outdoors (20 May 1978)

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About this time of year I used to be looking forward to our fortnight’s summer holiday. If possible I always chose a fortnight in the period from the last two weeks of June to the first two weeks of July. For this there were good reasons. It covered the Wimbledon fortnight and usually the weather ...
And So The Story Goes On (13 May 1978)

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H.S. Hepworth celebrated his seventieth birthday on May 12. Here he recounts his early days in journalism …. On May 12, I reached the age of three score years and ten, the age of Shakespeare’s slippered pantaloons. So what? You may ask. Just this. I was a sickly child and I remember that as I lay ...
Taking Care Of The Pfennigs (6 May 1978)

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“Hurray,” they said. “We shall be late for the NAAFI. It closes at five.” I was amazed. A NAAFI that closed at five – impossible! “Perhaps it re-opens later?” I ventured. They assured me it did not. When we got there my bafflement increased. This was not the sort of NAAFI you and I experienced during the ...
By Our Foreign Correspondent (29 April 1978)

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I am writing this while on a month’s visit to West Germany, but you will not be reading it until I am home again. I must explain that my son Roger, his wife Mary, and step-daughter Linda have been living here since last September. They went to England by car ferry for the Easter Holiday ...
Day They Moved A Farm - By Train! (22 April 1978)

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Bletchley railway station saw some lively scenes in the days when large numbers of cattle and sheep were transported by rail. Porters then were not just porters in the commonly conceived sense. Often they had to be busy at the cattle dock, helping cattle men to deal with the animals. I have heard many tales ...

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