Banstead, The Station c.1965
Memories of Banstead, the Station c1965
My brother Alec (12) and I (11) were at Beecholme from January to December 1956 we were orphans our parents died 7 months apart in 1955. We were in myrtle cottage changed to Willow cottage by the childrens vote I choose Willow and was very excited they picked it. We had 2 house Mothers that we called Auntie. We went to school outside the home. We have mostly very good memories, but a few bad. The children I remember are Terry & Josephine Patterson. Joyce Bray. John Woods. I would love to hear from anyone that was there. Thank you. Kathleen.
We usually came to Banstead woods in the 1950s and 60s by bus, but I remember using the train on one occasion. A little poodle dog had somehow got on to the line, and he just kept on running between the rails, so that the train had to slow down and just follow him. The guard tried to catch him but he was very elusive, but eventually the little dog ran out of puff and disappeared through the hedge. We had to laugh.
I was at the school from 1929/1939. My name is Stanley Thomas, I would like to be in touch with anyone who was there at the same time. When the Second World War broke out we were evacuated to Reigate, Surrey. I remember Reginald Boulton, David Seeley, William Lee, Cyril Seeley. If any of you are still about, please get in touch. The head master was C L G Raynor, the house mother was a Mrs Bell of C Cottage. I now live in West Sussex. My e-mail address is firstname.lastname@example.org Phone 01903877106.
I well remember Banstead station in the 1950's. I used it to go to school in Wallington from 1953 to 1959 and then to go to College and then to work in London. At this time I lived in Nork and of course in those days the trains were all steam trains. My father used to go to work by train in the 1940's and always said that at 8.00am , standing on the platform waiting for the London Bridge train, you could hear a nightingale sing. Sadly as the station became busier, this ceased, but it was always one of his abiding memories of Banstead Sation.
After visiting my aunt and uncle who were the Matron and Superintendant of the Banstead Residential School, which was adjacent to the railway line, my mother and I would hasten along to the station to begin our journey home. If a train was drawing into the station on the way towards London mother would call down to the station staff on the platform, which was well below the footpath, and the train would be held until puffing and out of breath we could continue to the station and run down the stairs. What a service. Today the staff would strain to keep to the timetable! The schools have long since been demolished and a housing estate has taken their place.