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Spelling Correction
The area now known as "Stibb Green" was until the 1970s or 1980s known as "Steepe Green" although it was pronounced as Stibb by many of the locals.
Wiltshire memories
Old Post Office
My Great Aunt Alice Reynolds owned this cottage and ran the Village Post Office from here, until 1971. This explains why there is a telephone box in the garden!
My mum and her two sisters were evacuated here in the war, then my mum and dad honeymooned in the cottage when they got married.
I stayed here sometimes when I was young, we used to stop here on our way to the west country.
My aunty is buried in the village church.
26 EASTON ROYAL
My Greatgrand parents lived in Easton Royal all their lives, Robert & Harriett Waite.
Robert being born in 1867 was brought up by an uncle,he later met and married Harriett Frankam, and they raised 10 children in number 26 Easton Royal.
I first remember going there with my brother to stay for a week or 2 in the summer of 1955 or there abouts. What a lovely place to be! we had such fun and adventures, our gran who was looking after the widowed Harriett, used to take us for walks through the "bottom" and up to the clump. We visited Robert Waite's grave as well, put flowers down and tidy it up. there was no elecric at that time and water was drawn from a well. We had to sit and listen to the Archers every evening, but we did not mind realy. If anyone Knows of this family I would be pleased to hear from them.
First Job
My first job on leaving school in 1964 was at East Grafton, at the poultry packing station, known as CC Chinnery but run by Charles Eady (I believe stepson of the late Mr Chinnery.
I spent 5 happy years working there with a great crowd of people. The site of the packing station is now an upmarket housing estate, with no sign of the previous use. Sadly I went to the funeral of Charles a year or two ago.
Did you or anyone you know work for "Charley"? If so get in touch.
A Respite A Sanctuary on A Long Journey.
Savernake Forest is significant to me because this was the chosen halfway point on our family's mid+ 1950's long road journey from Hereford to Portsmouth for our annual summer holidays.
Here, my stepfather, Lt.Colonel H.R.W*****, MA,RAEC, future OBE and general SOB, would pull the old Hillman off the road among the massive roots of this ancient, historic forest's huge oaks and my haughty stepmother would take out the sandwiches and lemonade we had packed for the trip and we'd wolf them down ( I was constantly hungry) followed by the inevitable tossing around the tennis ball ( or worse, cricket ball) thereby stretching our legs in the cool of the forest, before resuming our journey.
Countryside Memories. Working on The Edge of A Forest in The 1960's
I once worked in a Cottage Hospital, situated on the edge of Savernake Forest in the West Country. The hospital doctors were also the local General Practitioners. The wards consisted of one surgical and one maternity ward and a third ward which was comprised of everything else, all mixed up together. In one bed there was an elderly lady with heart failure and next to her, a teenage girl who had just undergone an abortion. Long term post operative patients were also nursed there. Christmas arrived and Sister made what turned out to be, by the end of the morning, a very potent Punch. She made it in the ward bathroom, indeed to be more specific, she made it in the ward bath! After each addition of alcohol she would sample the ever-changing flavour and was soon quite tipsy. We sang carols around the wards on Christmas Eve and our angelic candle lit faces smiled demurely from the local rag the following week. Appearances can be so deceptive. I had... Read more
Levers The Butchers
My memories of Wilton are very fond and still are as my grandparents owned Levers the Butchers in North Street. Finding this site was a real pleasure as I can remember some of the later photographs from when I was a child. I would be really pleased if you had any photographs or history of the Levers as my grandparents are now dead and so is my father and aunt. I often visit Wilton just for nostalgia!
If you are interested, I may have some photographs of the shop and North Street so please let me know if you are.
