Barton On Sea memories
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Bob-A-Job, Milton Scouts
I remember choosing Farm Lane South, Barton on Sea to doing my Bob-a-Jobbing for the Milton Scouts Group. It was a very cold April day in 1970 and my 11 year old fingers were feeling a bit numb. I was rewarded with a shilling to sweep the leaves from a residents front driveway. I completed several other jobs and left my yellow/green sticker on the front window to warn potential 'other' scouters that those residents had done a good deed. I then proceeded to my grandparents house at 20 Farm Lane South and was kindly rewarded with a hot cuppa.
Barton-On-Sea New Milton Hants/Dorset
My parents moved to Barton from Bournemouth, and purchased a business in New Milton. 24 Barton Court Avenue was our childhood home for ten years, and holds all those childhood memories. My three siblings and I were rambunctious and very active. There were the Wynn sisters who lived next door, who never complained in ten years about the yapping dog, the screaming children and the wild activities we got up to. To start with, we had a nanny who walked the legs off us around the golf course and along the beach for miles. As we got older the change of nannies became more frequent, until it was hard to find anyone to look after us, but by then we were self-nannied. The under cliffs at Barton formed my brothers and my construction abilities, building dams in the gullies that drained the ground water from the gravel cliffs, but no dam was strong enough to contain those lakes of water for long, and then woe betide the sun bathers on... Read more
The Evans Sisters on Moorlands Avenue
The Evans sisters, their donkeys, and their Kindergarten School are a substantial part of my childhood memories. We lived around the corner from them, and we were sometimes boarded there when our parents needed a break, or just babysat while the parents worked. The donkeys were taken down to Barton beach in the summer to give visitors donkey rides along the beach. They had a brother Tom I seem to recollect, who travelled around the world with the Navy. We kindergarten pupils were showed all the 'Pink' bits on the world map that Tom was visiting.
Memories of Hampshire
New Milton
My parents moved to the Bournemouth area at the end of WW2, and purchased the Clock Cafe property at 18 Whitefield Road. The Hants & Dorset buses used to treat the bus stop across the road as a terminus, and frequented the cafe for tea and sandwiches between runs. My parents ran the cafe for a while before leasing it to others. In the same building was the Humber Hire business and my mother resumed her hair styling business in the upstairs rooms. Over the years, the building was developed to the pavement building line with a two storey extension. The original building doors and windows were removed and replaced with steel girders so that the old house was hardly recognizable. My parents eventually sold the building in the late 1960's, but our teenage family spirits must still haunt the place.
New Milton Memories
I remembering exploring the back streets of New Milton, Ashley, Bashley and Barton on Sea on my bike as a 10 year old. Phelps supermarket was mum's main food shopping weekly destination. Burgess News Agency was where she would buy our weekly comic. My siblings would cherish their weekly read. I had 'Topper' while my brothers and sister had 'Beano', 'Victor' and 'Tammy'. I remember the excitement of unwrapping the Comic Annuals from our Christmas stocking each year. Our Hornby trainset would often see the dining room daylight but not as much as my brother's Britain's farm set! We all at some stage went to New Milton Junior School and 2 of us went to Gore Road Secondary School (now Arnewood) before emigrating to Australia in 1970. Ballard Lake was the place to trial my eldest brother's model motor boat. The ducks were as intrigued as we were. The local Rec would often be the place to vent our football enthusiasm. My brother and I used to challenge... Read more
Station Road Early 1950's
The Town Library was located across the road from Burgess' news agent/bookstore, the source of my Tiger and Eagle weekly comics - as a young library member I plowed my way along the Biggles Air Ace library shelves, and through the Enid Blighton's Adventure series which my brothers also shared with me - these books sparked our young imaginations and no doubt were the inspiration of many of our adventures - there was a WW2 bomb shelter in front of the library, a real eye-sore - as a kid I was dared, and went inside but it stank of things better not described, and was a repository of every broken bottle in town - then the shelter was sealed up and eventually broken up and removed.
Railway Station Yard
My parent's business on Whitefield Road backed onto the sidings of the rail station. The coal wagons were shunted onto a track alongside the public pathway. The Coal Merchants had their office shacks on the entrance way to the station. Every day the coal lorries would back up to the coal wagons, and the coal gangs would shovel coal into jute sacks and fill up their lorries with the days deliveries. The shoveling and delivery was dirty work, and these men were always covered in coal dust. I spent much time watching the work from the pathway, until they got fed up being watched and waved me away so they could continue their stories.
Uncle Tom
During the early Second World War years there was considerable construction along the Barton beach and the cliff top to hinder any possible designs of the dastardly twins on our rural paradise. These constructions used to be a major playground for the Secret Army, a dozen or so local kids, growing old in Barton without parental supervision or a Disneyland. As a child allowed to survive formative years without the close control of parents, and as experts in escaping the hygienic attentions of a succession of Nannies, we earned the attentions of an un-official ‘uncle’; who tended to watch out for us, and no doubt kept my father aware of our activities during their Friday night sessions at the George. Uncle Tom used to regale us with stories of the war years, kept in our minds by the regular Thursday night electricity blackouts, and the wail of the weekly air-raid siren test. He taught us to duck and cover, in case the Russians bombed us, and was there when one day the... Read more
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