Reading the this History page, I remember that the Grenfell Park football pitch was certainly used by the School, probably before we had to go all the way to Stafferton Lodge.  It does get a 'muddy' mention later on Chris Simpson's full memory page. The pitch was much more level than the slope at Stafferton Lodge. The bank on the side of the pitch below South Road gave an elevated view of the play which was good for spectators of our matches. Quite a coincidence that eventually Winbury chose seafaring names for their houses, not only Howard, but also Drake as well, as that was my mother's maiden name and given to me as my third christian name. I remember taking a minor part in the school play 'Treasure Island' at the Methodist Church hall on the corner of King Street and Castle Hill, when I believe that I played 'Hunter' who was a servant to Squire Trelawney. I got killed off before the end according to the story.....To read more of Richard Howard's memories, please click here

Being an 'army brat", as it were, my sister Susan and I were used to moving every year or so. In 1951 we moved to Halifax, Nova Scotia (the fifth move within Canada in seven years). A few years later, at the age of ten, there was the exciting news that our family would be moving to England. So, in the autumn of 1954 my father was "posted" to London for a four year position in the Canadian army. We arrived in Bray in late December, staying at the Hinds Head Hotel through the Christmas week. Over that holiday week a key decision was made by my parents for us to look for a house for rent in the village. During the four years we lived in the "Limes", the "Dower", and the "Little" houses in central Bray. This decision to reside in this attractive village close to Maidenhead was fortuitous for my schooling, but there were some bumps on the road along the way. .... To read more of Mike Sinclairs's memories, please click here

My years at Winbury were a little after those who I met at the wonderful reunion in March 2012 but, by my reckoning, I attended the school for a longer time span than anyone else as, along with three others, we completed our secondary education there to the age of fifteen . I then left to enter the motor trade and my three compatriots all went straight into their family businesses. Perhaps it is a testament to the school to say to this day, some forty-five years later, I have never lost contact with these three and two more who live, one in New Zealand, one in Mexico. One set me up in my own business, two I have shared a house with and one of these I was best man to and another was my best man; all these events many years after we left the school. “How’s that!” as John Spicer would say!. .... To read more of Mike Spicer's memories, please click here

I was at Winbury from 1960-63, but I think I must have arrived after that 1960 photo was taken. My days at Winbury were long, having to cycle from home in Waltham St Lawrence to Paradise Corner where I left my bike at Dave Harding's dad's garage. We used to get the 21 bus from Wokingham together and get off at the top of Castle Hill. We marvelled at the size of the earth-movers and bulldozers that were carving up Thicket Corner for the new M4 motorway, and always thought we'd crash one day under Boyne Hill bridge (there could only have been millimetres to spare). Sometimes the journey home was quicker if dad was in his office, otherwise it was back on "The Rattler" and rarely home before 6pm. .... To read more of Francis Shaw's memories, please click here

My parents sent me to Winbury from the Burnham Junior school, which I hated, in the Spring of 1952, age 9. My chief memories are generally pleasant, enjoying the sports, Scouts and art there. I read in my reports that I was 'a useful member of the choir', but remember being number two to Robert (?) Hammersley to sing the solo at a Christmas carol service. I was very upset at the time. Tapioca pudding I loathe - and refused to eat it at one school lunch, remaining seated as a punishment until school ended that day, the congealing pudding however stayed intact! . Trips to away cricket matches in John Spicer's Lagonda - 11 boys + gear in the open car were both exhilarating, risky and a lot of fun. Looking back I think that Lagonda first fired up my love of vintage cars, at present two 1920s Austin Sevens and a 1936 FIAT saloon - my Mafia car!.... To read more of Geoff Eales' memories, please click here

I remember the cub pack and later the boy scouts. I believe these were both started by Mr Dundas and after him were taken over by Mr Rowe. Unfortunately I have no photos from Winbury days. After leaving Winbury I went to Highgate School in North London as a boarder. This was the school that my father had attended. In due course the Twins followed me. They are five years my junior. After leaving school I spent a year or so bashing around from job to job with no firm plan and then in 1962 I joined Theodore Hamblin Ltd, a company of dispensing opticians who were quite well known having 42 branches throughout England and Scotland. I trained as a dispensing optician and in 1966 I qualified as such and I have been in the spectacle business ever since.. . ... To read more of Roger Warburton's Life after Winbury School, please click here

I During that time my parents' homes near Maidenhead were at Taplow, and then at The Fisheries, Bray. My first memory is that if I missed the bus then it was a long way to walk to school, both from Taplow and then from Bray! In fact I remember very little about Winbury school. I remember the old house and the headmaster's office. I also recall that during my time at Winbury the gardens were substantially altered to include a number of portable buildings. I recall climbing the perimeter wall and calling to girls from a nearby school.one occasion I fell down a tree in Winbury which resulted in a three monthly spell in hospital and recuperation at home. . . ... To read more of Robert May's memories of Winbury School (and after), please click here

The dates are a little vague now, but I remember my first school was The Grove in Slough. I lived in Langley most of my life until 1976. When at Winbury, I recall having a long walk from Langley Village to the A4 at what was then the William IV public house, where each morning and evening I was transported to and from home by the school minibus, picking up other victims on the way. On most days it was driven by, and this is a guess, John Spicer's brother, Dennis? He was a good laugh.. . . ... To read more of Jon Dews's memories of Winbury School, please click here

Best garden competition - I remember having the end plot onto which everyone trod as it was a short cut, thereby creating a flat patch of mud. Any attempt to grow anything was quickly thwarted, not that I had a clue what to do! However, after virtually giving up hope of seriously competing, I was inspired by a friend of the family who owned a garden centre and loaned me some beautiful flowers to plant the day before the competition. I won first prize, to the annoyance of some keen competition to which salt was added to the wound when the family friend returned to reclaim his flowers very soon afterwards, .. . . ... To read more of Mark Randle's memories of Winbury School, please click here

Both the date of my entry to Winbury and my time there was influenced by having a twin brother. As is apparently often the case with identical twins, when young we spoke quite happily to each other in a language which was meaningless to everyone else. We were therefore kept down until others could understand us so I think we did not enter the school until 1954 and were there until 1959. (Incidentally my use of "we" rather than "I" is not meant to be pompous. It is just that, until we were in our late teens, we really did do everything together so my Winbury memories are very much in that mode)... ..... To read more of Peter Wraburton's memories of Winbury School, please click here

I joined Winbury when Maidenhead College in College Road ceased to be a boys' school and became The Convent of the Nativity and a girls' school. I'm not sure when this was but it was certainly some time before the 1949 school photograph. There was to be a Cricket Eleven photograph taken on the same day and, as a proud member of the team, I turned up in my cricket whites which were fine for the second photo but not suitable for the school one. Fortunately I was kitted out in more appropriate grey trousers, courtesy, I think, of Nicholas Bourne's spare wardrobe. He was a boarder and I'm not sure I ever thanked him properly!... ..... To read more of Michael Clark's memories of Winbury School, please click here

I enjoyed three very happy years at Winbury, my parents having moved to Maidenhead from North London in 1949. The contrast from my prep school in London was huge, and mainly due to the kindness and gentleness of John Spicer. I loved the relaxed atmosphere of the set-up, so typified by the boys being allowed to have their own garden plots. The smell of 'the greens' stewing through the mornings was another matter, but equally memorable! Like several other boys, I went on to Magdalen College School in 1952, aged nearly 14, where I spent 5 happy years, largely due to its emphasis on music, and its initiating me into rowing, a confidence booster for someone who never excelled at ball games. ... ..... To read more of Michael Vooght's memories of Winbury School, please click here

There I was standing beside my parents as they talked to Mr. John Spicer, the Headmaster at Winbury, on a typical winter day, shivering from the damp and cold dressed in an English school uniform. The culture shock was overwhelming! Just 30 days before I was in Norfolk, Virginia in the good old U.S. of A warm in my bed, with my friends, playing basketball. My father, Capt. Floyd E. Miller USN, had been assigned to a “Secret Base” in England. All very hush-hush. Little known to me, at the time, the U.S. Navy and the U.S Air Force had commandeered a Mansion near Taplow (The Hedsor House) and were digesting information taken from U-2 Spy aircraft as they flew over the USSR....... ..... To read more of Gary Miller's Winbury School Days (part one), please click here

I enrolled at Winbury in September 1953, nine years old, and would be in 1st and 2nd forms, I think, one of a handful of American military brats at the school. By that time, we had been in England for two years, but had always attended American schools on the various airbases to which my father was assigned. In the summer of 1953, however, he was posted to a small detachment at Hedsor House (now a well-known wedding and meeting location, I understand), in Taplow, and we rented a house in Dorney Reach, right across the street from Victor Climo, and I assume that was the reason my parents chose Winbury..... To read more of Craig Martin's Winbury memories, please click here

I arrived at Winbury in1949. My elder brother Steve was already there so he became Kemp Major and I was Kemp Minor. My younger brother Jerry arrived a year later and he was Kemp Minimus. We were taught by a fierce man called Smerdon, and played football on a heavily sloping stretch of ground within the school. Having only attended Mamzelle Blonay's mixed kindergarten in Bath Road Taplow which was also home to a secondary school inhabited by of somewhat terrifying and fierce older girls (no doubt the source of some of my hang-ups, as I used to dream about them), I was completely bewildered by the school hierarchy of staff, prefects, etc.To read more of Martin Kemp's Winbury memories, please click here

To be honest I remember very little of my days at Winbury except that I enjoyed it a lot! I started at Winbury in 1945 or 1946 before John Spicer had arrived at the school. I started off school life at Mrs Plumridge's Nursery School in Cookham. I remember travelling back from Winbury after school on the bus to Cookham Dene. The ticket was 2 1/2d and if I was given 3d I could buy a bun with the remaining 1/2d! On one occasion I had a white £5 note - the bus conductor was not impressed! To read more of Barry Lewis's Winbury memories, please click here

These are some of the memories that I have carried with me since I left Winbury in 1959. I had six happy years at the school, thanks to the leadership of Mr Spicer, and my teachers. FIRST YEAR (Mrs HANKEY'S CLASS) I joined Mrs Hankey's class when I first went to Winbury. She was both firm and kind. During the Spring term, she and her husband set up an aquarium in the classroom, complete with gravel, weed and pond water. Then one sunny Saturday afternoon the whole class went on a pond dipping excursion to the brick kiln ponds in Pinkneys Green. The aim was to bring back some suitable pond life for the newly established aquarium. To read more of Stephen Pitts' Winbury memories, please click here

THE BOYS I REMEMBER 1953 - 1959 with notes & comments. To view, please click here

My earliest memory of Winbury is when I was introduced to Misses Saunders and Theaker by my mother, at a house somewhere along West Road from the Winbury building. Presumably they approved of me, and so I began school with headmaster John Bullen Spicer in September, 1947. I think my first lessons in Latin were in 1948 with a Miss Logan, a pleasant, firm Irish lady. The text book we used was by Hillard and Botting with a grammar book by Kennedy. I recall that at first I seemed to be getting on splendidly and at great speed with my exercises 1 and 2 in that I wrote : He loves - amo , They hasten - maturo and so on, thinking this was correct Latin! Clearly somehow English also came into it!. To read more of Oliver Pitts' Winbury memories, please click here

In an idle moment when my two youngest were at school and nursery, my odd and selective memory took me back to waiting for the bus after school in Maidenhead to take me home (near Windsor) circa 1959 where a chum of my father offered me a lift home in a long pink Cadillac, much to the amusement of the rest of the queue. It turned out to be Diana Dors' husband, Dennis Hamilton, and it was her car. Several years later I worked with her and we spoke about old times. In fact we worked or saw each other several times…she was a delightful woman! I even got a mention in one of her books! To read more of Patrick Vance's Winbury memories, please click here