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

Cheriton area books

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Memories of Cheriton

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Black & White Bakery

West Street c1955
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The white building on the right was where I was born; it was a bakers and confectioners owned by Mr White. My father was the baker there and we lived in the flat above the shop.  The bakehouse was through the entrance where a person is standing with a bicycle.  The ovens were wood (oak) fired and there was a large well in the yard which supplied the water.  The next shop down towards The Dean was a general grocer and on the corner was a cafe owned by the Chalke family, (I can only remember the daughter, Susan, by name ).  Opposite was I believe Haskins Garage.

Perins School

West Street c1955
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Does anyone remember Veronica Woolston? I would love to hear. We were mates in Mr Dando's class in the good old days, what fun we had.

1959 Lloyds Bank

West Street c1955
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i was working in Lloyds bank in 1959. I remember going across the road to fetch cakes from the bakery every day for the staff. We had six staff, this was before the extension to the bank. The other members were Mr Rainford, Mr Sherwood, and the manager whose name escapes me. The girls were Myrtle Young, another Anne and me. I remember going to the cinema in Station Road. You could not hear a thing if it was raining because of the tin roof. I travelled to work by train from Winchester, it cost six shillings and fourpence return. Those were the days.

My Mum And Uncle

West Street c1955
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Hi, my mum and uncle went to Perrins too, their names are Jean Smith and Dennis Smith, my mum was there between 49 and 54 and uncle 57 and 62, my auntie worked at Broadway garage.

The Blake Family

West Street c1955
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My grandfather Edgar Blake was badly wounded in the First World War and had many operations on his face to rebuild it. He lived to the age of 89, passing away in 1977. He and my grandmother are buried in the Churchyard of St John's. My grandfather was the manager of the World Stores in East Street. They had one son Kenneth, and 3 daughters one of which was my mother Primrose but always known as Peggy, born on 19th April 1917. My mother was married to Leonard Reginald Swatton on 14th February, 1940, at St John's Church, 3 days later Dad was off to war leaving England from the Devon area, he was then taken prisoner of war at St Valery en Caux (in France), hence my spelling of my name. Dad was a POW for 5 years, coming home on 8th May 1945. My Mum passed away 8th Feb 1984. Dad passed away 5th September 1993. I was christened in October 1946, again at St John's Church. I always love to drive... Read more

Ancestors

I have traced my ancestors to Bighton in 1630. His name was Issac Jacob. I would love to visit the village

A Yokel's Tale

A Personal Recollection of growing up during the last days of the pedestrian era in rural England by Tom Thornton A Yokel's Tale My earliest recollection of my Thornton grandparents, Alice and Tom, dates back to my pre-school years, when my Mum and Dad occasionally visited them at May Cottages, Longwood Dean. They lived at the south end of a group of four tied Mock Tudor cottages which had steep brick steps leading up from the narrow lane to the heavy wooden gate which opened onto a long narrow garden sloping up past the house, probably about ¼ of an acre. In front of the house to the right and stretching 50 yards up to the hen house was Granddad's immaculate vegetable garden. To the left of the seemingly long gravel path was a beautifully manicured lawn with steep banks down which we rolled and tumbled on while the grown-ups had tea in the house and conversations that we were never allowed to hear. Children were required to be “seen and not... Read more

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