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Chattis Hill maps
Historic maps of Chattis Hill and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Chattis Hill maps
Chattis Hill photos
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Memories of Chattis Hill
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Spitfires
My father (Jack Stone) worked at the Spitfire factory there - in the stores in approximately 1940. Joy Goodwin
Hampshire memories
Miss Wall's House
The house on the left was occupied during the war by Miss Wall, who was the village ambulance driver, as and when required. The gates on the "new" cemetery are named in her memory. The box-like structure on the side of the house is where people used to wait for "the carrier", a horse and carriage, to go to the market in Salisbury on Tuesdays before there were buses.
3 Into 1 WILL Go!
Before being converted into a single house, probably in the 1960' or 1970s, there were three families living there, Mr and Mrs Feltham, Mrs May, and the Shears family. Before this, Mr and Mrs Cards lived there, and their son Leslie was born there. They later moved to a cottage about 100 yards behind the house shown, where I lived next door to them.
Cobblers!
The white house was the village cobbler's shop. He was Mr Steadman Russell, known always as "Stebbie". It was rumoured that it was possible to place a bet on a horse whilst he was closed for lunch by pushing the note (and the money!) through the letter box! I kept trying on behalf of my mother, but never saw the results. The house on the left is, I think, Fripps Cottage. The village playing field behind the Methodist Chapel was named "Fripp's Acre" in memory I believe of someone killed in the Great War; there was a statue in one corner. One of three bombs to fall on the village during the Second World War fell in another corner of the playing field without causing any damage.
Sir John Colville.
This was the house occupied in the 1970s and 1980s by Sir John Colville, Assistant Private Secretary to 3 Prime Ministers, and Principal Private Secretary to Sir Winston Churchill when he was Prime Minister 1951-53 and in the 1940s to the then Princess Elizabeth. The church dates back until at least Norman times; the marks discovered on the hands of the clock are of more recent origin according to the village scoutmaster in the 1940s and 1950s, Mr George Butler.
The Old Thatch
Ah, The Old Thatch. I remember it well, for this is where I grew up from the early 1940s until 1956. By today's standards it was grim: no heating, no running water, no flush loo - nothing. Yet it was a wonderful place in which to grow up and I will never lose my love for that old cottage. I still visit Nether Wallop whenever I can.
Yes, that is indeed the Rev Hyne-Davy in the picture, as Eileen Wilmott says, but I have an idea that photo was taken by my father, who dabbled in a bit of village photography. I may be wrong: it may have been taken by Mr Hinwood.
How well I remember the Hinwoods at the Post Office and filling station opposite, and the smell of freshly-baked bread each morning. And from just down the road the not-so-pleasant memory of the squealing of the occasional pig being slaughtered at Vigors, the butchers. But that was how life was.
Immediately behind The Old Thatch was... Read more
The Village Bobby
I remember Mr Cherrington, the local bobby, riding his bike through the village and smiling benignly at us kids. I believe his son was in my class at school. I can remember one evening in the summer time having been just put to bed when an official police vehicle arrived at the front door - very much to my mum's consternation. It transpired that Mr Cherrington, along with a police official of some kind, had come to give me the half crown I had handed in some months previously which had gone unclaimed. I remember having to prise it out of a frozen wheel rut by a farm on the way to school during the winter. We had just had a talk by Mr Cherrington about the joys of being a good little citizen and handing in to police anything we found. Mum was in a fug that evening because we had been sliding on hayricks (by the windmill where the fair was always held) and... Read more
