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Abingdon 100 years ago – January 1921

8th January 1921
Abingdon 100 years ago

Cyril Stacey, West St. Helen Street, and a Scholar of the Abingdon Church Boys’ School, has been awarded a county junior scholarship tenable at Roysse School, Abingdon. (He did not have to pay the £58 fees)

The Abingdon Vineyard Sub-post Office has been transferred to No. 38, the business premises of Mr A. Gammage grocer.

Mr and Mrs Frederick Mills, of Maud Hale Villas, the Bridge. Abingdon, celebrated their golden wedding, and were the recipients of numerous congratulations.

The funeral of retired Abingdon solicitor, Mr Walter James Sedgefield, aged 81 years, of Bath Street, Abingdon, took place in the Cemetery, on Thursday in last week in the presence of a large number sympathisers and friends, including the Mayor, and several Magistrates and Town Councillors. Deceased was for nearly 50 years Registrar of the Abingdon County Court and Clerk to the Borough Magistrates. Although deceased did not take an active part in the public life of the town, and was of a somewhat retiring disposition, he was ever ready generously to help in the causes of local charities and public institutions.

Services of United Prayer meetings were held in Abingdon, on Monday and Tuesday in St. Nicolas Church, and on Wednesday and Thursday this week at the Abingdon Wesleyan Church. The special subjects of prayer are respectively classified for international peace, social peace, peace and unity among Christians, and the Kingdom of God in the world.

15th January 1921
Abingdon 100 years ago

Ralph Brenyan, baker, Edward Street, Abingdon, was charged with being drunk whilst driving a trade motor car in the parish of St. Helen’s Without, Abingdon, on January 1st, and also without having lights attached. For the first offence defendant was find £5 and 16s costs, and for the second offence a fine of £2 was imposed.

Miss A. L. Smith, for many years connected with the Abingdon Post Office as supervisor, has been presented with a purse of Treasury notes, subscribed for by the past and present staff, on her retirement. The presentation was made last Week by the Postmaster on behalf of the subscribers.

The Abingdon Church Sunday Schools gave their annual entertainment in the Corn Exchange on Wednesday evening in last week. The programme consisted of a variety of action songs, sketches, dances, &c. The hall was well filled by an appreciative audience.

The number of cases treated during the past quarter in the Abingdon Isolation Hospital was 67, viz., 53 of diphtheria and 14 of scarlatina, sent from the contributory places as follows;—Abingdon Urban and Rural, 37; Wantage Urban and Rural, 11; Ramsbury, 2; Goring, 1; Bradfield, 3; Faringdon, 1; and Witney. 13.

22nd January 1921
Abingdon 100 years ago
Mrs Asquith has presented the secretary of the Abingdon Y.M.C.A with a copy of her autobiography, bearing the following inscription: ‘As a token of my great respects for this wonderful institution, Margot Asquith.’

The adult members of St Helens Church Choir, Abingdon, were entertained by the Churchwardens to a capital supper and musical evening, in the Roysse Room on Wednesday evening of last week. The Vicar presided.

The inmates of the Union Workhouse were given another entertainment on Thursday evening last week, when the programme was arranged by Miss M Beckett, one of the Church School teachers. Mrs Reynolds (Guardian) presided, and the programme consisted of songs, etc., and a short play by juveniles and friends.

The marriage of Captain Hugh Baillie, eldest surviving son of the late Major Baillie, J.P., of Caldecott House, Abingdon, with Miss N Ferre, daughter of Lt. Col H.M. Ferrer, C.B.E. Took place last Thursday at Holy Trinity Church Kennington Gore. The Church was fully decorated for the occasion and the service was fully choral. The ceremony was performed by Rev. H. Blackmore, D.S.O., M.C., chaplain to the King, who was assisted by the Vicar of Abingdon.

29th January 1921
Abingdon 100 years ago
On Thursday evening last week, the Congregational Church War Memorial, a new oak pulpit, was unveiled by a former pastor, the Rev. A. T. Rose. The service was very impressive, the anthem being ‘What are these.’ and the hymn ‘For all thy Saints’ was reverently rendered. The pastor Rev. C. Gil preached an appropriate sermon.

Last Friday evening Mr Arthur Chivers, bootmaker, aged 61 years, 11 Edward Street, Abingdon, died suddenly in Abingdon Baptist Chapel, Ock Street. It appeared deceased went to the choir practice, and whilst waiting near the door for other choir members to come fell down dead, from heart failure. An inquest was not considered necessary.

The Rev J.P. Morris, the newly appointed minister of Abingdon Baptist Chapel was heartily welcomed on Thursday last week at a social gathering in the Schoolroom.

The Bowling Club held their last whist drive of the winter season, when about 200 were present.

The Abingdon Horticultural Society’s annual meeting took place last week at the municipal buildings. Mr J.S Simpson presided. The accounts showed a total income of £223 15s 6d which included gate money at the August show of £81 5s 9d and subscriptions of £57 1s. Prizes amounted to £41 9s. The next show was fixed for Thursday August 11th.

At the police court, Alfred Welsh, clerk, 19, Exbourne Place and Mary Wheeler of Shippon were both fined 1s 6d for riding a bicycles on the footpath in Faringdon Road.

At the County Bench, James Welsh, described as a stableman, of no fixed abode, was charged with stealing a bicycle and sentenced to a months hard labour.

Thank you for the extracts to the Faringdon Advertiser and Vale of the White Horse Gazette on the British Newspaper Archive

Abingdon Share a Poem – Autumn

Yesterday the Abingdon Share a Poem group met via zoom and read poems on the theme of Autumn.
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Before lockdown, these meetings took place in the Hearth Room at St Ethelwold’s House, and we each paid £5 towards the hire of the room. Now the meeting are free and St Ethelwold’s House is not getting the income.

Most poems were by established poets, but some people read their own poems, and they were very enjoyable.
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Pauline, who leads the group, read a poem she had written about Venus – the planet, seen early one morning. Justin read a poem about swallows preparing to leave. David read one on roasting chestnuts.
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The garden at St Ethelwold’s is looking autumnal, but a lot of flowers still remain,
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and there are vegetables ready to be dug.
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After two poems on blackberry picking (Blackberry-Picking by Seamus Heaney and Blackberrying by Sylvia Plath), we got talking about the farm, on Milton Heights, where Pauline’s daughter had picked a lot of cherries this year. That reminded me I took two pictures through the hedge at that farm: one of blossoms in the spring, and one a few days ago, at the same location. It doesn’t look like the plums will be picked this year.

I love the Thames at Abingdon

The Thames at Abingdon
On 6th March 2008, The Abingdon Herald reported that the Abingdon Share a Poem group had produced a book for the Abingdon Arts Festival. The poetry group were 10 year old and still going strong. In September 2020 they are still going – if a little older.
The Thames at Abingdon
At the September 2020 meeting of the group, on Zoom yesterday, Justin Gosling read one of his poems …

The Thames at Abingdon

I love the Thames at Abingdon –
The wintry roar below the weir;
The angry mud race swirling past
St Helen’s round to Culham Reach;
And then the surge to burst its banks
And seize the Isle of Andersey
And all the fields to Culham Bridge –
Triumphant arching salmon leap
From river to resplendent lake.

I love the lazy summer Thames,
Placid now between its banks,
With empty cartons, coots and cans
And boats and bottles bobbing by,
And regal swans
In stately eddies drifting down
Between the meadows and the town.

I love the cool autumnal Thames,
Still beneath the thin white mist;
And far, yet near, the cooling towers,
Each with its plume of shining cloud;
The guardsman poplars, tall and bare,
Turned copper by the sinking sun.
Stormy, empty, busy, calm  –
I love the Thames at Abingdon.

© Justin Gosling

The Abingdon Fire Service and N.F.S. No 15

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I am always interested to discover old Abingdon poems and verses and recently found a verse in a book on The Abingdon Fire Service (1871 – 1945) by John Hooke.

During WWII the Abingdon Fire Service helped in the national effort and went to faraway places to put out the fires after the Blitz bombing. They arrived in Coventry after a 60 mile journey. It was complete chaos. ‘See those Almshouses, Leslie, the incendiaries have only just started their work of destruction. We could put them out with a drop of water – but there is no water in the mains. Look out! A stick of bombs fall on the cross roads where we had been standing only seconds before, two firemen just disappear.’

Town fire services were nationalised for greater efficiency and central control and to ensure uniform standards. The Abingdon Fire Service became part of National Fire Service No 15 (Berkshire, Buckinghamshire and Oxfordshire).
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Getting water appeared a problem for the fire service. In Abingdon a static water tank was put in the Market Square and at first was a mystery. A verse appeared in the North Berks Herald and is reprinted in the book …

A hole has appeared in the Market Square!
Now who in the deuce could have put it there?
Everyone is ‘hollering out’
And asking ‘What is it all about?’
The ‘whole thing’ seems extremely rum
Oh! is it an aquarium?
To give the girls and boys a start
At practising piscatorial art.
Or is it an act to surprise the nation
An archaeological excavation
By using subterranean measures
To expose some prehistoric treasures?
Or maybe a Lido they’ll install
(High diving from the old Town Hall!)
With bathing and basking in the sun
At weekends, or when work is done,
But that, we have no doubt, would send
The elders off at the deepest end
And give their brows a permanent frown
(With Victoria looking benignly down).
Someone says it’s for static water
And not a pond for your son and daughter.
If that be so it seems so queer
With Father Thames so very near.
Moreover the scheme appears unsound
With such a limited parking ground,
Unless to cater for the pranks
Of the latest type amphibious tanks!
‘Tis hoped material will be found
The whole contraption to surround
To keep the kids from falling in
Or else your troubles will begin
The fence should be a wooden paling
Or the salvage collector will be ‘railing.’
In time they’ll lay the mystery bare
And you, with me, the scheme will share
And then you’ll known why it is there
The cavity in the Market Square.