Memories of Ash Vale
My husband recently took me on a trip down Memory Lane to Ash Vale. I am 76 years old and can remember everything so vividly, having been evacuated there during the war years. We lived in Balmoral Road and my mother became friendly with a Mrs Bugdale in Wharf Road (her house has been demolished, making way for Budgen's!). It saddened me to see the changes, but thankfully much of it is the same. A few yards from us lived the Mills family - I can remember Maureen, Jasmine, Margaret and Jessie. My best friend was Fay Stannard from Grove Road. It always seemed to be warm and sunny in those days and many a happy hour was spent in the Ashill Recreation Ground below our house (the former gravel pit). My last recollection is ...Read full memory
I lived on Longacre estate. I was born in 1951 and stayed there until I was about 8/9 years old when my parents moved to Preston. My dad worked at the bakery in the village, and then for a milkman called Bill Bugden. My gran/grandad lived at canal villas, by the side of the canal. I also had aunties and uncles living next door as well. I would sometimes help my dad deliver the milk after meeting him at my grandparents house. If my memory serves me right I went to three schools while I lived there. First was Ash Vale, then onto a school called Mansfield I think, finally St Josephs in Aldershot. I had to go to this school because being Catholic, the priest at the Church of Holy Angels of which we attended told ...Read full memory
I owned a terrace house in wharf road in the 1970"s. Many properties have been demolished.On the corner of Balmoral Road is now a supermarket also there is a huge furniture shop where Tolleys garage once was A parade of shops are on the opposite side of the road where the canal is. It still remains a lovely village,although some would now call it a mini town.
I had just a few weeks here, June/July 1955, in Mychett Hutments prior to Embarkation to Egypt and subsquently, Cyprus. This was the transit camp for the Royal Army Pay Corps. Memories of the area are now quite vague. However, I do remember having a drink in a nearby Village Pub (can't remember the name). My pals and I were having a quiet chat at the bar. Suddenly a local sitting on a nearby Bar Stool leaped from his seat and started sparring, saying he was in training to fight Sugar Ray Robinson! Apparently, according to mine host, he had been a professional boxer (not very successful) and was punch-drunk. We came back in November of the following year for demob and the only thing I remember from that time was a ...Read full memory