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Carisbrooke maps

Historic maps of Carisbrooke and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis.   View all Carisbrooke maps

Carisbrooke area books

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Memories of Carisbrooke

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Fletcher Pond

Newport School c1955
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Priory pond, also known as Fletcher pond, was so called because the lane that ran up to the school was Fletcher Lane.

This is Now my House!

Post Office 1913
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Me and my Mrs bought the ground floor to this building shown here 3 years ago.

Our Cottage in Carisbrooke

Main Street c1955
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Lived there for just one year.  Linda Crossley

Fletchers Pond

Newport School c1955
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I first used to cycle to this school - which was split between Newport Priory Boys' Secondary Modern School and Carisbrooke Grammar School - in 1961. The long, low building to the left of the picture was the Priory Boys' School, the taller building to the right was the Grammar.
Every day I cycled from my home in Clatterford Road, round the back of St Mary's Church, past Fletcher's Pond, and then down the track you can see in the photo to the school. The track crossed the old railway line from Newport to Freshwater just about where the first hedge line is, and Carisbrooke Station was to the right, out of shot. I only remember it as rubble, because the line was closed before I went to the school, and I think there was a fire at the station, but I may be wrong. Anyway, there was nothing much left.
I remember the school was set on several levels with a gymnasium at one end, and the canteen at... Read more

Isle of Wight memories

Life in Newport

I lived in Newport with my Mom Gladys, Father Jock and sisters Tina, Trisha and Jacky. We lived in Prospect Road for many years. My fondest memories are of meeting the gang in The Town Square outside "Mary Lambs" wearing our "Teddy Suits" and showing off to the girls and people staring at us from the buses waiting for passengers. We thought we were just the "bees knees". Some of the guys names I remember (I am now 70 so age does effect the memory a bit) are Duke Carden, Tony Woolcock, Nicky Price (I think from Prices Taxis) George Hall (joined the Guards Regiment for awhile).
We used to go most Saturdays to The Winter Gardens Ventnor by coach from Newport but depending "how lucky we were" the return trip might be on another coach entirely. Well I remember trying to convince the driver going to lets say Ryde I had lost my ticket and prompting my new found girl friend to support my story.
Toms Cafe at the... Read more

Washing The Sheep

Winkle Street c1955
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My grandfather Jim Long, including my dad Les and brothers, plus helpers, walked the sheep from Westover Farm to Winkle Street to wash the sheep every year. It was a big event in the village - all the villagers and children. It was usual for one of the kids to fall in.

An Arreton Childhood

I lived in Arreton from birth until my marriage.  My family consisted of Dad and Mum, my sister Gill, my paternal grandparents and a retired infant teacher Miss Muskett. She taught me at home before I began school at the village CE school where I remained from 1936-1942.  Headmaster was Mr White known to us all as Skipper White. At school in wartime meant carrying our gas masks everywhere, getting to the air raid shelter if a raid occurred while we were at school. During the Battle of Britain we had no time to get to the shelter and had to get under our desks for cover as the planes fought in  the sky above us. Sometimes we were machine-gunned as we were out in the fields and had to dive for a ditch or hedge.
Living in the village meant joining in the various organisations. I was a member of the Methodist Church, a Brownie in the village Brownie Pack and later a Guide.  We entered in the annual... Read more

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