Blackheath, Children in the Village 1906
Blackheath, Children in the Village 1906 Ref: 53383x
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My gran owned the pub at Blackheath which was called the Forest King, it was on the edge of the cricket pitch. There was also another pub called the Volunteer on the next road. Does anybody remember them?
Shared on 14 February 2008
It has been almost 50 years since I have seen the inside of this church. My mother; Molly Risbridger) was married in this church to a Canadian soldier Mr. Ken Lloyd Maxted. I am their son Robert Glenn Maxted. Happy Anniversary! 2007
I love you Mom and Dad,
Your Son,
Glenn
Shared on 19 September 2007
My Nan and Grandad often took myself and my twin sister to visit his mother and brother to BlackHeat, Lamb Lane, to their Local Shop. Wow, sweets galore! Lovely smelling cooked meats, it was great! I always remember the walk from the statino near some playing fields, then walking into the shop and seeing my Great Grandmother standing there with her big smile and her pinny. I don't think it's there anymore. My Great Grandmother lived on to be 104 - must have been all that lovely food! We visited in 1959/1969. - Mag.
Shared on 01 September 2006
I started my first job at 16 as a trainee food and wine waiter at the Percy Arms in 1960, and I lived in rooms above the hotel, in those days it was a first class restaurant. The head waiter was a guy called Bernard. The owner was a lady and she used to have dogs that would wander around the restaurant. I visited the hotel in 1987 and the hotel had change to a more casual fast food restaurant.
I moved to Sydney, Australia in 1967, and went into the marine business as a boat dealer, married with 3 girls.
Regards
Mike Gaffikin
Shared on 15 August 2008
Just on the right up a slight hill and only just visible is the butcher's shop. It was part of the Albury Estate but a new butcher could not be found so it was sold out of the estate and my father, Kenneth Parker, bought it. He redesigned the interior, renaming it 'Whitecroft' after the name on an old map indicating the owner of the field upon which it was built and lived in it for about 15 years. There was a slaughterhouse in the garden. People would ring for many months after we moved in to order joints of meat. I caught the bus to school in Guildford each day; there were 2 bus companies in those days. The owner of the garage opposite had a pair of Basset hounds called Austin and Morris, appropriately! On the right of the garage is the Post Office which had a good selection of sweets as I remember. On the left of the garage lived Mrs Boxall, a lovely old lady whom my mother used to shop for and visit. Next to our house was the baker from whom we all bought fresh bread which was baked on the premises several times a day and was delicious.
Shared on 14 July 2009
