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Andover, High Street c1955

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A Childhood Revisited

So many memories, where to start? I was born 1961 and grew up in The Crescent, just off Weyhill Road.......the rattling trains full of gravel making the house shake, the outside toilet (visits in the middle of the night in winter were at olympic record level), Mrs Mabeys apple trees...scrumping i think it was called! The smell of the pig farm if the wind was in the wrong direction on a hot summers day, building camps in Gallaghers Woods and wow betide anyone who dared venture in! The Big Bonfire at King George Road playing fields, Portway School and its fantastic playground (Health & Safety bods would be quaking in their shoes now, but OMG was so fab!).

Does anyone remember the concrete railwaymen hut that was between the pedestrian level crossing (linking The Crescent and Floral Way) & 'Gleesons Bridge'? Hot summers sunbathing on top of this strange little building!

Burbidges Bakery, fab bread.....my mother would send us off to get the daily loaf only to find we'd consumed half of it by the time we got home! Sunday School at St Michaels, Littles Shop on Weyhill Road. In the 60's the caravan park where Portway Industrial park is now. The Linga Longa sweet shop.....and raiding the bottle returns and 'recycling' them for a pittance or two!

In later years, Gills Transport cafe after a night of too much indulgence, nothing worked better than a huge fry-up and mug of tea at 5am! Having to go to Martines in Basingstoke because that was the nearest nightclub, and then Flicks opening up. Chaplins to start the eve, Flicks to end it! Great times, Fab memories!

Shared on 23 December 2008 by Kim Burnett.

Photo of Andover, Bridge Street c1960

Andover, Bridge Street c1960
Ref: A49084

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The Library

Before Chantry Way was developed, the town library was situated in the building on the right of this picture.  The thrill of being able to indulge myself, for free, in books, books and more books still resides in me today. I swear I can still smell the distinctive aroma of the building once you stepped through its doors!

Shared on 23 December 2008 by Kim Burnett.

Photo of Andover, High Street c1955

Andover, High Street c1955
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happy days

I was stationed in the RE's in Andover - Barton Stacey camp. Remember shopping in 'International Stores' supermarket as they had good looking girls ! I also recall being in a cafe when some of the Troggs came in. Happy days, must return for a visit some day.

Shared on 10 November 2008

Photo of Andover, High Street c1955

Andover, High Street c1955
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Saturday afternoon shopping

I do remember Andover about this time. We lived in Tidworth at the time and my father had a car with petrol allowance as he was a Barrack officer. We went to Andover, mum, myself and him every Saturday afternon and had to park centrally. It had all gone when we last went - just modern car parks now. He did a truly nineteen forties thing and sat in the car whilst we shopped. What a lovely childhood I did have there.


Joan Battershill (nee Norman)

Shared on 08 November 2008

Photo of Andover, Grammar School 1906

Andover, Grammar School 1906
Ref: 54623

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The Old Andover Grammar School

This building, now a museum was in the 1940s the home of a famous old Andover gentleman Mr A C Bennett. He wrote a book about Andover St Mary's Church and played the organ in the church. He was also my piano teacher at 2 shillings a lesson(10p) and I don't think anyone tried his great patience more than I did.
I remember well as a lad of 11 years walking up to that, what seemed, huge door and banging on it and hearing him shuffling down the stairs to let me in. He must have felt the cold at his age as he always wore several layers of overcoats.
In hindsight I wish I had practiced more instead of regarding it as a chore at the time which kept me from my pals. He was a very nice man and a true Andoverian.

Shared on 13 August 2008 by Terry Clary.