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Broadfield maps
Historic maps of Broadfield and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Broadfield maps
Broadfield photos
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Pease Pottage| Ifield| Crawley| Faygate| St Leonards Forest| Handcross| Three Bridges| Rusper| Worth| Lowfield Heath| Slaugham| Balcombe| Gatwick| Charlwood| Horsham| Copthorne Bank| Shipley Bridge| Copthorne| Warninglid| Lower Beeding| Turners Hill| Burstow| Newdigate| Horley| Oakwood Hill| Warnham| Capel| Crawley Down| Whitemans Green| Cuckfield
Broadfield area books
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Woodhurst 1962
I was a pre nursing student in1962 at the South London Hospital for Women. As part of our course I was sent to work at Woodhurst for 6 months, prior to beginning my S.R.N training. Woodhurst was the convalescent home linked to the Sooth london hosp. Ladies were sent there for a couple of weeks to recover from surgery. They had excellent care from the nursing staff & the local GP called regularly to monitor progress. The beautiful grounds & gardens were a great place to recuperate.Visitors were allowed at strict visiting times at weekends. When discharged the patients were transported back to London by ambulance. As staff, we were very well treated. We lived on the upper floor (servants quaters). We had our own private garden. I well remember camping out in the garden on a warm summer night, as the rooms were small & hot. There were several of us P.N.S students there at the time, as well as the permanent staff. One of our jobs at weekends was... Read more
Flower Sellers at The Black Swan.
My father was one of the "flower sellers".
Together with our neighbour - Mr. George Lee - the pair of them would bunch flowers from their respective gardens and take them up to The Black Swan on a Sunday evening to sell to trippers homeward bound from a day by the seaside. The flowers were kept fresh in stone jars. I can remember a van being there on the green from which I used to get a packet of Smiths crisps containing that little screwed blue bag of salt.
Flower Sellers at The Black Swan
My Dad, Sid Sargent also sold flowers at the Black Swan - he grew Dahlias and Golden Rod in our garden at Truggers in Handcross, bunched them up on Sunday afternoon and biked up to Pease Pottage to sell them to the Londoners going home after a day in Brighton. Dad was born at 11 Horsham Road, Pease Pottage in 1920.
Strathmore
My parents bought Strathmore which was a large house with 4 1/2 acres of garden just opposite the village shop on the road to Charlwood. We lived there as a family until about 1965, Peter Butterworth was a neighbour. Both my sisters Anne & Carolyn were married in Ifield Church. Friends who also lived in the village were John Reynolds and George Dutton. The Laker family were our gardeners. Strathmore is now a development of 54 Georgian style houses.
My Parents Were Married Here
My mum and dad were married here and I was christened in this lovely old church. My parents were both from old Crawley families.
Gamekeeper
My great grandad worked as a gamekeeper on the Tilgate estate. He moved with his family from Suffolk to Crawley in the 1880s.
I have many happy memories of visiting my grandparents at Tilgate estate. They lived in the house next to the walled garden. I used to help pick the peaches and strawberries that my grandad grew. They were sent to London to be sold.
The estate was beautiful in those days. It is now a public park...
Wolseley Cars
The car in the photograph is a Wolseley. I am the Secretary of the Wolseley Register and recognise the car. The interesting thing is that a similar car exists in Hertfordshire and that also has the wicker tubular basket on the rear of the car.
