Dane End

A teenager's view

By Byron

Main Road, Dane End
Hertfordshire Archives and Local studies
The Memorial Hall
Hertfordshire Archives and Local Studies
The Main Road

The main road as it is called no longer looks like this at all. The houses have sunk into the foundations through old age, there is now a wooden fence along the bottom of the road, and there is no longer a tea room. It was changed to a corner shop, which was sold and a few years after being sold they moved across the road to where the car park for the corner shop was. There is now a pub called the Boot which has had many owners and is threatened to close down because they don’t get the turn round. There are more houses and the road is now a lot narrower. The building next to the old war hall as it was called has been knocked down and a road and a new house have been put there.

The Memorial Hall

The memorial hall has changed very significantly since when the image was taken, the gate has changed and now the nursery is held there during the week, there is no longer a field behind it and you cannot see any trees behind it either, flats and houses have been built there, there is also a park which has been added to that land which was field. The village hall no longer has the gazebo style roof where the front is, there are now steps there.

The fields

The field doesn’t have sheep in it at the moment. The general shape is beyond has changed ever so slightly, and there are now less trees in the background. The Field was sometimes used to park cars when the school had special events such as fairs and markets, I remember once when my friend and I had a our face painted there, great times.

This page was added on 13/05/2009.

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  • The disco on Saturday nights was called The Crazy Horse. I was a student at Dane End House in 1966. Our crowd included Alex Cruikshank, Francisco Fenton, Enrique Belloso, Jaime Moncloa, Benji. Greetings to you and all. Ricardo Chavez-Munoz.

    By RICARDO CHAVEZMUNOZ (15/03/2022)
  • my name is moris suveyke i was student 1969 i believe
    i lost truck my friends,,i would love to see where are there,,


    By moris suveyke (18/06/2021)
  • I was at the school from 1954 to 1956 and my Dad A J Whiter was headmaster. My sister and I loved living there. Beautiful rural area and plenty of adventures at the weekend on our bikes. We lived in the school house opposite Lordship Farm . So many happy memories. We have visited since and loved the fact that Dane End and Little Munden have changed so little…quite a time warp when so close to London where we were born.

    By Gillian Davies (20/01/2021)
  • I was a student there from 1969 to 1970

    By Patrick Bauer (11/10/2020)
  • I was a student there in 1968, loved that place. The headmaster was Mr.Marshall Hobson a New Zealand native. Great teachers and staff.

    By Patrick Bauer (10/10/2020)
  • My mother Margaret Miles was born in Dane End. Her Father Earnest was constable during the war.

    By Joseph Jenkins (19/04/2020)
  • As teenagers living in Stevenage we were invited to the school by the foreign students whom we met at our local Mecca.
    There was a “night club” there where we would listen to records and dance. We had to be vetted by the people who owned the school in order to be considered as suitable.
    We were grammar school girls and on that basis probably passed.

    By COlette Evans (11/04/2020)
  • It was called Dane End House – at one time belonged to the Prime Minister W E Gladstone’s son. It became (in the 1960s) a school for foreign students wanting to learn English. Then it was sold and converted into upmarket apartments.

    I worked at the school and liked the house and grounds very much.

    By trevor (22/11/2018)
  • I was evacuated during the war to Dane End and us East London kids lived in a large white house set in parkland. Does anyone know the name of the house and who owned it at the time. There was a bluebell wood behind. A buttercup field at the side and an old farm in main road with a little old fashioned sweet shop and post office. We used to walk to church over wheatfields covered with poppies. It was idyllic.

    By Gwen Hajichambis (21/06/2018)