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Memories of Aylesham
I called on many customers in Adisham village before the popularity of the automatic washing machine affected the laundry trade. I served all the main traders: Hosking Post Office, Best Bakery, Colmans Farm, and numerous private households. The generosity of the customers in providing tea and cakes added pleasant hours to my journey and I sometimes took the Sunday service at the Baptist Chapel.
My Monday round included Aylesham, Nonington, Elvington, Ash, Wingham, Ickham and Wickanbreaux, Littlebourne and stops in between. Adisham had its own charm [apart from the refreshments mainly offered by Mrs Hoskins at Hazlewood Bungalow], and made I several frends in the village. I left the laundry trade in 1964 to join the legal profession - but have fond memories of the welcoming folk of Adisham. This record will not enhance the village history but the recollection is quite dear to me. I seem to recall a person of my surname resides there still - any connection?
I used to visit Woolage village as a very young child where I used to stay with my grandfather Frank Wood. My father is Alan Wood who was brought up in the village from 1947 and I would be very interested to hear from anyone who knew either of them and has any stories. Thank you
Once Upon A Time
I lived in Gate Cottage for 2 years after my parents moved there from Surrey. They moved to return to dad's home county and to be close to my uncle and aunt who lived in Holt Street, Nonington. At one time there were 10 Packers living in Nonington/Frogham. I married a girl from Nonington College who I met in the Royal Oak at Nonington and my sister married in Barfrestone church. A lovely part of the world. I remember the Bridge Club (village, not cards!), Duck Inn at PettBbottom and Dirty Dick's Cafe in Sandwich (best steaks ever). Great pubs including the Blazing Donkey and the Black Pig. I lived in Shepherdswell for a while after marriage but moved to Sussex then Wiltshire in later retired life. I have a feeling that history will agree I lived in the best of all times.
Memories of A Beautiful Old House
I have vivid memories of staying in a beautiful, I believe,18th century house opposite a very large driveway near a bend in the lane. It was 1967, and they were friends of my parents who owned the house. I remember the lovely smell of polished real wooden floorboards in every room, and the hollow echo sounds resonating from the rooms. Certainly, that atmosphere or effect is definitely not there from later buildings. They also had cob trees in garden, which I remember picking with my father. My parents also mentioned the old pub at the end of the village, which allegedly had a ghost.
Through The Kitchen Window
I was born in my Grandparents house - "Wimbourne" - in the valley below the Mill. Many pleasant hours have I spent sitting in the kitchen with my grandmother shelling peas that granddad had grown in the garden. The Mill could be seen from the kitchen window high on the downs. When travelling through Bridge on the Canterbury Road, we would all try to see who could spot the Mill first, a sure sign that we were home again!
The Sportsman's Arms
My parents had the pub "The Sportsmans Arms". I was only 5 or 6 years old when we lived there so I don't remember the fine details but I do remember Mrs. Mac at the shop on the corner. I used to spend quite a lot of time with Mr. and Mrs. Doubleday. He was an artist, I think, and he painted a picture of me sitting on his lounge floor with toys around me. My mother (Mrs. Maxie Attoe) wanted to buy it from him but he didn't want to sell it. I've often wondered where it ended up and have dreamed of finding and owning it. Living in Barham was one of the happiest times in my life - it's such a shame that my parents divorced and we all had to move away. If you remember me, my parents Maxie and George Attoe, my brothers David, Tony and Philip, or my grandmother Alice Wright, I'd be thrilled to hear what you remember of us. I can be reached... Read more