Binstead, The Village c.1960
Photo ref:
B772021
Photo ref:
B772021
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The Victorian poet Horace Smith wrote these lines on leaving the village: 'Farewell, sweet Binstead! Take a fond farewell/From one unused to sight of woods and trees,/ Amid the strife of cities doomed to dwell,/Yet roused to ecstasy by scenes like these;/Who could for ever sit beneath thy trees,/ Inhaling fragrance from the flowery dell'.
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A Selection of Memories from Binstead
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Binstead
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In 1970-72 I worked for a man in Sydney, Australia who told me that his Great-Grand-Mother came from the Isle of Wight, and that is all that he knew of his 'roots'.
In 2015 I said that I would try and find some more information about his ancestors. I spent many months delving into the past, and visiting the island. I discovered that my friend's 3x Great-Grand-Father was the Blacksmith, Issac Saunders ...see more
I love Binstead, met my first wife there Carole, who lived in Beatrice Close. We walked all around the village but the best walk was from the Church of the Holy Cross up to Ladies Walk, a truly beautiful place which I still enjoy at my age of 66yrs. In recent years parts of Binstead have been ruined by over development, too many houses and increase in traffic, but I still love it.
I was born in Ryde in 1938 and when war broke out, my mother and myself moved in with my grandparents, Laurence and Lucy Stroud (nee Meecham) into what is now Wellwood Grange but in those days was just Wellwood. It was the home of the Tattenhall family and my grandfather had been their butler, so when they nipped off to Algiers for safety (!) we had the empty house all to ourselves. It was like something out of the ...see more
I was born in Newnham Road Binstead in 1955 and have happy memories of the freedom of living there. Being able to walk to Binstead school and walking alone to my godmother's farm (Newnham Farm) looking for bird's nests (quite legal then!) without a care. However the most distinct memory was waking up on Boxing day 1962 and seeing the snow. The lanes were completely blocked. Wearing short trousers ...see more
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