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Broad Chalk Garage
My uncle Fred Moon had this garage from the mid 1930s till he retired, he was also the village blacksmith. He was a great prankster, if a rep came to the garage that did not know Fred and asked for Mr Moon, Fred would look round and say "He must have gone to Salisbury and he won't be back till late". He used to take me for long walks up on the local downs and also to the watercress beds. We also used to visit a Kate Penny who had a shop at Bower Chalke. My Uncle Hugh Moon also lived at Broad Chalke.
Great Gran
My great-grandparents lived at Barford, they lived at the Dairy, Dairy Road. I visited there not long ago to find their graves, Harry and Harriet Fry, which I did. I also visited a lady called Wyn Fry a few years ago, she was married to my gran's brother. But then I never heard from her. I tried to find out what happened, can anybody help me?
The Chancellor Family
My Grandparents lived here William and Caroline Chancellor, 3 daughters Peggy Myrtle and Vera, Happy memories
A Good Place to Live
My mum & dad along with my brother & me came to live in Fovant in 1952. Mum & dad owned the butchers shop in the village. My brother Brian & me went to the school, we both made lots of friends. It was a good school, the teachers were nice. Every Sunday my dad played the organ at Fovant church. There was lots of things to do in Fovant. We played football in the street, went for bike rides around the other villages. I had lots of pets. I had a lamb called Larry, I used to take him for a walk on a lead. One day the Bishop of Salisbury came to see my dad & because dad was busy in the shop the Bishop had to wait . I was going for a walk with my lamb so the Bishop asked me if I minded if he came with me. I said that was ok, so we went down the village, it was great fun. Sadly mum&... Read more
Holidays
First holidays I remember 1939 and 1940. We stayed on a farm in Fovant, owned by the Brashers. The farmhouse was very old, had a thatched roof and a huge kitchen chimney with hams hung in it. My great uncle Fred Allen and Aunt Hannah used to live in a very small cottage up the lane from the farm - it was one of a row of cottages converted from an old chapel. We caught the bus from Salisbury station to Fovant. I think it only went on Saturdays and Wednesdays. It was one of the old type Charabancs. I just remember how rickety it seemed. The small river flowed past the farmhouse and there were steps down to it. The road ran in front of the farm house and crossed a bridge very closeby. I never went again, but my brother did a few years later and stayed with boy called Dennis, who lived in or near the mill. Anybody recognise/remember the farmhouse and the people?
SORRY, BUT WE USED TO CALL IT GIBBS AND SPEW
Yes, I worked there when I was 15 with two other boys. I remember Tony Fletcher and Alan Blackman (are you still out there?). It was a dark warm place when on full tilt, it looked like London in the fog. I remember the characters like old Seth, he could drink beer straight from the fermentation tank whilst it was still hot, yes, it was free, we used to have a ration of two pints a day hence I was legless after my first, then I used to save it till the weekend to sell to the oldies who could drink as much as they could get. Seth was a bomb, he loved the gee gees but it would take him 26 minutes to go to the bookies and back so he devised a way of getting out. I didn't know where he did work in the brewery, only that every now and then he would come to where I was on the barrel wash, it was a monster to... Read more
The Town Path
Have seen this view many times in my younger days back in the late 1920s and early 30s, just after crossing the footbridge over the river, when on my way to see my dear old gran at Harnham. I can still remember the smell of the old mill.
