Bernard Osborn was born and brought up in Aston Abbotts. Although he
emigrated to Cublington when he married Valerie he continued to run Osborn’s
shop in Aston Abbotts until it closed in 2005.
This interview by Phil Spooner gives an insight into how it use to be in Aston
Abbotts. It first appeared in the Aston Abbotts Chronicle in Autumn 2000. when
Osborn’s shop was still very much open.
Bernard passed away on September 18th 2014 at the age of 87. He will be very
much missed by his friends in Aston Abbotts.
“When a village shop or a Post Office closes, it is the end of a
village,” says Bernard Osborn, who has worked in the village shop
opposite the Bull and Butcher since he first helped his mum and dad
as a small boy. “My mother and father started the shop here in
Aston when they were married. They moved to the Old Forge, then
they moved down here. It would have been 1926.
“My father’s family were engineers. They used to do the old steam
engines, and he was the odd one out - they wanted him to go in to
the engineering business and he rebelled and went into the grocery
trade. Mother, she loved the shop. Like a lot of the people years
ago, they pottered. They didn’t kill themselves with work, but they
were going gently all the time. They did things in their own time.”
He grins as he remembers the innocent mischief the village children
got up to in those pre-war days. “We used to turn gates upside-
down. All these rows of houses had wooden gates and you could lift
them off, turn them upside down so when the poor old dears come
out in the morning the latch was down the bottom. You know,
nothing really bad, but naughty.
“Fireworks night was always a good night. Penny bangers on the
doorstep sort of thing. Chased round the village. Of course during
the war there were no fireworks, but some bright boy who should be
nameless was given some Little Giant powder and some fuse [for
blowing up tree stumps] and he made fireworks. They went off with
a lovely bang!”
But Miss Childersley, the schoolteacher, had power over her young
charges. “Poor old Chilly… she used to walk across the Green and if
it she saw us she would say ‘Boys! Boys!’ and we would disappear.
That was the way.”
On Sundays there was always chapel for the young Bernard. “First
thing in the morning you’re all dressed up in your best. Sunday-
school in the morning and you were allowed to go for walks
afterwards with the your suit on. Then there would be afternoon
chapel. Then in the evening at 6 o’clock. We used to watch the
clock... you know 5 to 7 and you’d think ‘Cor Blimey’ - and some of
those preachers would go on to half past! And the old fellows would
say ‘Good service tonight’. Things have changed haven’t they? It
was one continuous stream going up to Church and Chapel. Sunday
evenings in the summer when it was warm there’d be no end of
people walking along the main road in the evening, all dressed up.”
With the war came inevitable changes in village life. “The early part
of the war my father did the Post Office. They hadn’t got a postman
so the Head Postmaster rang him up and said could he undertake
deliveries. For years I delivered the mail round Aston. That was on
the carrier bike - a big wheel one. Then we lashed out on a little
wheel one with a big basket and I took the lady who used to live up
at Longmoor home in that basket more than once! You had to make
sure you were sitting on the saddle before she got in there
otherwise you went arse upwards.
“Of course wartime and just after the war, we were very busy here.
Village shops were busy - that was the heyday of them - because
people could not go in to town and that. We used to sell
an awful lot of stuff in those days. During the war we were
registered for cooking fat, but a producer at Prestwood produced
pigs and we had lard all during the war, which was a rarity.”
After the war Bernard did National Service in the Air Force and
laughs as he remembers how he gained rapid promotion. “I did a
short time at Bletchley and had a rapid posting from there to Group
Headquarters, because there had been an orgy! There was this
goings-on in the Signals section, so they had a grand clear out and
posted a load of officers from Bletchley to take charge over there.”
Unlike some, Bernard enjoyed his compulsory Service. “I did very
well in the Air Force and they wanted me to stop in. They offered
me a post straight away in Japan, but my one aim was to come out
and that was one of the silliest things I’ve ever done you know,
come back here! It was kind of expected of you, wasn’t it, to move
back into the family business.”
Not long afterwards Bernard married Valerie, the sweetheart he had
written to during his National Service “I think I’d known her since
before the war. Her grandmother used to live down the Royal Oak,
but her family home is London - Hampstead. We’ve been married
46 years.”
Living in Cublington since his marriage, Bernard has continued to
run the shop, seeing the growth of the supermarkets and changes
in village lifestyle gradually erode the business. “Things have
changed. The amount of deliveries and stuff we used to have in,
possibly six boxes of butter a week, things like that. But today… I
just can’t sell it within the sell-by date. It’s just had to go like so
many other things.
Is he saddened by the decline in trade? “Well yes, to a point. You
think you’ve got the right product, the price is right, but people still
don’t bother. Then once in a while people come in and they say ‘I
didn’t know you stocked so and so’, or ‘You’re cheaper than Tesco’s’
and things like that, but they still won’t use the village shop now.
Years ago we used to carry an awful lot more stuff. It’s quantity
again. A box of bananas is 28 pounds - I just couldn’t sell it.
“Little shops like this.... It’s things like the rates and so on, which
are crippling. You’re penalised for giving a service… Truthfully,
money-wise, I’ve propped this up for years.” But Bernard isn’t
bitter, he just recognises that the trade for his village shop has
gone forever, “Oh no, no. It won’t come back!
“Well I’ve got to the point now where one of these days I shall say
‘Sod it!’ and that’s it. I mean the amount of stock and that I
carry.... It’s the old story, the more you sell the more you can
stock. So one of these days I shall say enough is enough and sling
it in.”
“Truthfully I shouldn’t be here, but it’s become a hobby. It becomes
a way of life you know. I come over here at 8 o’clock in the
morning and that gets me out in the morning, whereas if I was at
home all day long I’d drive Valerie around the twist wouldn’t I?”
Osborn’s shop closed in 2005. You can still see its sign at the
right hand end of The Old Cottage.
Bernard (left) serves Colin Higgs on
the last trading day of Osborns shop