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Binsted When I Was A Child 1950/60s
SUMMER IN BINSTED
I remember summer!
It was more than one week in May
I remember it lasted six whole weeks
I remember summer!
It started with a train journey -
I remember great clouds of steam!
Haymaking, harvesting
Mice running for their lives!
Corn stooks, threshing
Juddering and jarring
Playing cricket non-stop
Stalks scratching little legs
Mr Bunce’s horse and cart
Secrets in the village shop
Long walks and church bells
Visiting the cousins
Rooks cawing, cows milking
Farm sights and country smells
The river where I learnt to swim
The little general shouting
He may have ruled a battlefield
But not my life and limb!
Hop picking, green fingers
Great fires, drying rooms
Swinging over slatted floors -
And still the smell lingers!
I remember summer
It ended with a train journey -
I remember great clouds of smokey steam!
Hampshire memories
Binsted School
I can still remember the day I started school. My Mum walked me from Isington to Binsted, I didn't know exactly where I was going and when we got to the school we had to go up these steps that were overhung with trees, it reminded me of a green tunnel.
I was shown my coat peg - it was a red ball! Then my Mum left me, she never told me where she was going or why I wasn't allowed to go with her. I felt really lost and lonely. My cousin Dianne helped me make friends that day and she kept an eye on me until my Mum came to pick me up.
My Mum Annie Spreadbury
My mum was born in Wintney Hartney near Binsted and went to school here.
These are her memories.
The school was staffed by nuns (maybe two). She remembers that one of them was very handy with the cane on knuckles! But she also remembers the kindness. She came from a typical large, poor family, which was rent apart when her mother died when Mum was only 9. In the winter she would be given a baked potato by the kind nun. This would keep her hands warm all morning, and be eaten at lunchtime.
Kingsley School Hampshire
I went to Kingsley School as an infant in 1978 and left before it closed, at some time in the 1980s. I remember the headmistress Mrs Morris, who became Mrs Vincent, who smoked in the classroom!, and the wicked infant teacher Mrs Caine who used to have a replica gun lighter in her draw and large knife to sharpen the pencils, she would threaten us all that she was going to shoot us or stab us! and we were only babies! The dinners were vile but we were forced to eat every last scrap even if we threw up on our plates! Even the cooks would go easy on the portions if they knew we didn't like what was on the menu. But despite the bad memories, I suppose there were some good times as well, just a shame that we weren't taught more about the school's history, and the visiting Father Eerica wasn't weird (later convicted for paedophilia!), it was a good job we all grew up ok I... Read more
Awakeing
1948,the year I started at Kingsley School. We lived in Oakhanger, but at Shortheath Common end so to kingsley I went on the back of my mothers bike. Dinner came in hay boxes on the back of a landrover from wherever - lots of stews and cabbage. In the winter, our milk was put next to the large fire at the end of the room to thaw out. Father Christmas came every Christmas and gave us all a present. We would go skating on the pond until two children were drowned(I think it was two - 64 years on not everything is as clear). We would go around the back of the Cricketers and watch Abbot and Costelo on their very small black and white TV, built into a very large box.
Relationships
I met my husband at the Bull Inn, Bentley and we lived and worked there together for 2 years before we moved up to Newcastle to raise our 2 wonderful daughters. I am just wondering if Mary and Peter are still running the old place?
The Stywards
My Stuart family is buried at this church. I would like to see more pictures of this church inside such as the stained glass and crypt. I have a great interest in this family 1550 1625. Various spellings for my family name are Stiward, Styward, Stewart, Steward, and Stuart.
Best Wishes, Richard. wrstewart@embarqmail.com
