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Faygate Station

My Grandfather was station master at Faygate station for quite a number of years.  He and my grandma lived in the house right on the platform and they had a garden opposite where he grew vegetables and kept chickens.  His name was Frank Allen.  I have many memories of playing on the little bridge that used to be over the railway lines as well as on the sidings and buffers nearby.  It was all very daring and exciting for a little girl with lots of imagination.  Apparently my mum lost her engagement ring somewhere in his garden and I've often wondered if anyone ever found it!  

Contribution by Carol Uren, Dorset.

Faygate Village Hall - 1964

I remember attending cubs in Faygate Village Hall back in around 1964-66. I think the building had some corrugated iron sheets on the roof or on the walls and I think there was a petrol station next to it. We lived at Clyst Hayes, Brook Lane, a house about two miles from Faygate on the way to Horsham. The surname 'Jobson' rings a bell, possibly Peter Jobson, not quite sure, it was a long time ago. - Kevin Mann, k.mann@tesco.net

The Forge, Faygate

My grandfather, John Mitchell, owned the village blacksmiths, it had been in the Mitchell family for three generations. Granddad ran the forge with his sons Frank and John jnr, later John jnr left to do other things. Uncle Frank and Granddad continued and as shoeing became less needed they branched out into other forms of metalwork, designing and making ornamental gates that won John many an award. Granddad was also a lay Methodist preacher who cycled to surrounding villages to deliver the Sunday sermon. He was also a renowned judge at Shire horse shows. Some of my earliest memories are of sitting on the horses while they were being shoed. I would spend my holidays staying with my grandparents, John and Fanny Mitchell, at 5 Cottages, Faygate. Wendy Soall, nee Mitchell.

Woodhurst 1962

Woodhurst Hospital Composite c1955
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I was a pre nursing student in1962 at the South London Hospital for Women. As part of our course I was sent to work at Woodhurst for 6 months, prior to beginning my S.R.N training. Woodhurst was the convalescent home linked to the Sooth london hosp. Ladies were sent there for a couple of weeks to recover from surgery. They had excellent care from the nursing staff & the local GP called regularly to monitor progress. The beautiful grounds & gardens were a great place to recuperate.Visitors were allowed at strict visiting times at weekends. When discharged the patients were transported back to London by ambulance. As staff, we were very well treated. We lived on the upper floor (servants quaters). We had our own private garden. I well remember camping out in the garden on a warm summer night, as the rooms were small & hot. There were several of us P.N.S students there at the time, as well as the permanent staff. One of our jobs at weekends was... Read more

Flower Sellers at The Black Swan.

My father was one of the "flower sellers".
Together with our neighbour - Mr. George Lee - the pair of them would bunch flowers from their respective gardens and take them up to The Black Swan on a Sunday evening to sell to trippers homeward bound from a day by the seaside. The flowers were kept fresh in stone jars. I can remember a van being there on the green from which I used to get a packet of Smiths crisps containing that little screwed blue bag of salt.

Flower Sellers at The Black Swan

My Dad, Sid Sargent also sold flowers at the Black Swan - he grew Dahlias and Golden Rod in our garden at Truggers in Handcross, bunched them up on Sunday afternoon and biked up to Pease Pottage to sell them to the Londoners going home after a day in Brighton. Dad was born at 11 Horsham Road, Pease Pottage in 1920.

The Bell

Several of the local lads and I took the bell from the chapel on the bridge and for a laugh we hung it over the bridge. When large trucks passed underneath, it rang so loud it could be heard all over the village!

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