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Walking 3 Miles to School
My mum Barbara Wiltshire [nee Pritchard] was brouhgt up here with her 11 brothers and sisters. She is always reminding us that she had to walk 3 miles to school and one of her brothers used to bunk off and hide in the woods until it was time to come home, sadly she has dementia now, which took hold of many of her brothers and sisters also, but she still vaguely remembers when she sees the name and photos of Burley. It's so sad to see her memory gradually fading though, if anyone has any photos we would be grateful.
Lyn Cook
Hampshire memories
Parcels
The Post Office brings back many happy memories. In 1954 to 1957 I served in the RAF at Sopley. Some of us would walk to the Post Office to send letters home & meet friends we had made in the village. If anyone remembers the good times we had...
Thankyou. - B Haywood
Visits With my Auntie Joan
I loved this charming village, I remember the 'fishmonger' and the 'greengrocer' bringing their wares from door to door with their 'horsedrawn' carts (yes, even in 1956). I used to walk her dog with auntie Joan to this very post office to mail letters and get 'bits and pieces". Auntie Joan always loved the small country places, she lived in many places like this because of her husband's work.
I had the privelage of visiting all her 'little hidaways' throughout England and Scotland.
Flying G Western Riding Ranch
How lovely to find some photographs of The Flying G, but I am surprised that there are no other comments when so many people went there. I went there twice, once in 1966 and again in 1967. The first time I was studying at St Godric's in London and Maureen Smith was going there in the holidays. She was a very focused and enthusiastic person. My friend Bev Chapman and I decided to go with her for a laught too. Bev's parents drove us there the first time. It was wonderful. Bev fell in love with cowboy Pete, who Carrie (a cowgirl working there) was also in love with, but we didn't find that out until the next time. I fell in love with Dave who was engaged to Sheilagh, but at 17 (and in those days) that's what crushes and growing up was about. It was a safe and nurturing environment to grow in. Better still it fulfilled dreams - it was like living in a Western movie. The... Read more
Ringwood High Street
I rember walking up to the High Street as a small child, there was a shop, I think it was a hardware or ironmongers, at Christmas time the shop was always lit with lovely fairy lights. There was also a supermarket called Pricerights and another shop called Coxs and Hicks which sold a full range of clothes and soft furnishings, wool, material, all that kind of stuff.
Coxstone Lane.
I was born in a bungalow on the corner of Coxstone Lane in 1962 and my nanny lived in a thatched cottage called Brookside in Coxstone Lane. I had some very dear friends on that lane, I would love to know what happened to them all.
Matchams House 1960's
With a large family of Uncles and Antys we were very fortunate to have our Grandparents live in Matchams House. Wednesdays always being a special day as it was market day in Ringwood with one bus in the morning and one returning mid afternoon. I recall very clearly walking the dogs from the big house across were now the spur road stands to the river were one of my Uncles was the river warden. In the late 50s my sister and our cousins found it very strange for my uncle's bungalow to have no running water or electricity, but oh what great times we all had with the freedom, open air, peace and quite and space. I still recall the large fire plae as we entered the very large entrance hall, and how cosey it was in the winter with a fierce burning log fire to welcome our arrival having travelled from Bournemouth in Dad's unheated car.
I was once told there was a smaller timber built Matchams House standing... Read more
