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Dibden Purlieu, Noadswood School c1960
Dibden Purlieu, Grays Corner c1960
Dibden Purlieu, Merrimead Parade c1960
Historic maps of Dibden Purlieu and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Dibden Purlieu maps
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Around Eastleigh including Chandler's Ford, Bishopstoke and Botley Living Memories
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I can remember Dibden Purlieu just after the Merrimede shops were built and the new shops opposite on the corner were being built (where the Bathroom Acadamy is in 2009). I was abou 5 years old. In those days I could ride my first bike down the un-tarmacked Watermans Lane (which was a dead end, the Wimpey estate was being built) down the village, leave it outside Mr Storey's shop (the newsagent), unlocked, then walk home with my comic forgetting the bike! I would then walk back and the bike was still there ... and guess what, I didn't see a single car! There was nothing to worry about, I was totally safe (I expect there were dangers really!).
Another memory is my mum taking me shopping and she knew everyone she saw and she spoke to all of them. That 100 yard walk could take hours!
Shared on 21 March 2009
S.A.R.C, Florence Road and more....
Woolston seems to have played quite a big part in the history of our family, so it's appropriate I guess that as an adult I have ended up living here with my Husband!! It started as far back as my great great great grandfather Boxall, my nan's granddad, who was Chief Fire Officer for Woolston for many years, he was based in what is now the 'Old Fire Station' Doctor's surgery in Portsmouth Road, we have many photographs of him looking very handsome, if not a little stern and almost regal in his immaculate old fashioned uniform, adorned with many medals and badges. My nan Mary was born in Radstock Road, but the family later moved to Hamble which is where she spent most of her life, and her father Jack Bailey was an Instructor at the ATS air training college at the top of Verdon Avenue. On the other side of the family my grandad Ron Carter was born in Marsh Cottage in Hazel Road, one of many brothers and one sister, his father George Carter was the Ferryman on the river for many years and it was the Carter brothers who founded S.A.R.C (Southampton Amatuer Rowing Club), we have lot's of pictures of the brothers in the club surrounded by trophy's and wooden polished oars. It was a big part of their lives and my grandad rowed for many years in lots of competitions at Coalporter's and the like, going all over the place in a bus with the wives and chidren (of whom my mother was one!) in tow. It seemed a really happy time and I can remember personally going to the regattas on Weston Shore and at Mayflower Park, listening to 'Tickle' doing an amusing commentary service, and the lovely apple pie my nan loved to buy from the big food and beer tents! My nan and grandad actually met in Woolston at a chip van, how romantic!! they married at Peartree Green church, and were photographed in the Echo, as they left the church and walked under a formation of rowing oars!! My first memories of Wooston was going to the Rowing Club with my nan and grandad on a Saturday for a drink, and also going with my mum on the bus from Hamble (where we lived) to a magical toy shop called Keith Paul's, it was my favourite shop, and I always came home with something!! Now I am living in Florence Road, in what was the farmhouse for Woolson. It was built in the 1800's and was here before any of the other houses, surrounded by fields the cows used to walk down to the river to drink! We would love to know what the farm was called, or any information on it at all, a photo would be amazing!! So if anyone knows anything please can you you let me know?? Leave a reply or e-mail me at tracy@tracythurman.wanadoo.co.uk Thanks.
Shared on 13 December 2006
My Grandparents lived in Oakbank Road, My Aunt lived in Laurel Road. I can remember going to work with my Nan in the evenings. She used to be a cleaner for Knaptons Bookies and Malizias Bookies (Bridge Road).
My Aunt worked at the Home & Colonial along Victoria Road, my Grandfather, Uncle & Brother worked in Thornies, and another Uncle worked in the Fruit & Veg shop two doors away from Claspers toy shop. Mr Clasper had a dog called Jip.
My Father was the Chief Projectionist at Woolston Cinema. We had many a great time going to the Saturday matinees. One Saturday the Brook Bond Chimps visited the Cinema.
They walked down the Isles all dressed in their best clothes. They handed out little rubber Chimps for all the Children. So exciting.
Then there was the Thornycroft Childrens Xmas party. Excellent. Do you remember Mr Pook who owned the Newsagent in Oakbank Road?? Also the shop on the corner of Oakbank road called Wallers. Opposite Spikin the Electrical shop on the Collonade. John Barvel also had a shop.
My Grandfather Frank Blackman had a Radio shop years ago, along the Colonnade, next to the Bomb Building as we called it.
When we were Kids, we often got a telling off for going down under "the Dens" of the Bomb Building.
At the back of Laurel road was a big green. We used to go up a steep hill and look over the bridge at the trains. Such great memories.
And best of all - The New year. The noise coming from all the great Liners was incredible. Gosh I miss it all.
Then they built a Bridge across it.
If only we could go back........
If any one can remember Frank & John Blackman, or the Sinnotts I would love to hear from you.
Shared on 30 October 2006
It was my first ever job and I think I recieved about five shillings a week. The newsagent I think is still there in Victoria Rd. But I'm talking about 1947. The shop was on the west side of Victoria Rd and the last shop before the turning into Portsmouth Rd.
Leaving the shop I went along Victoria Rd and my first delivery was the Works Canteen at Thorneycrofts. Then up Obelisk Rd and some of the roads of the side Bedford Ave was one of those and the Pub was another customer as was Lancaster & Crooks. My last delivery was at the little group of shops above the pub and across the road.
Imagine my dismay when I proudly arrived home at 53 Archery Grove, with my first five shilling wage and my mum demanded two and six as lodging money.
Shared on 18 September 2006
Displaying a selection of extracts from Frith books about Dibden Purlieu, inspired by Frith photos.
These shops are beside Beaulieu Road. C M Topp the grocer (far left) is still trading. There was also a newsagent here. Just off the main street in North Road is the Methodist church. Some of the village shops were built from corrugated iron before modernisation in the early 1960s. Richard Eurich RA, the official war artist to the Admiralty from 1941, lived here.
Petersfield - A History & Celebration
The cenotaph in the High Street commemorates those who died in battle but whose remains lie elsewhere. It is of unusual and classic appearance; it was designed by the architect Harry Inigo Triggs, who had travelled and studied in Italy. The detailing is borrowed from the eight blank panels in the Medici chapel in Florence; on these panels are carved the names of the town’s dead of the First World War. (Plaques were added after the Second World War commemorating the 54 young men who died on duty away from home during that conflict). After much deliberation over an appropriate location for the town’s memorial, it was erected by the mason Andrew Perryman of Dragon Street in its present position early in 1922 - a position in the Square was discounted. In the wake of the war, under the auspices of the Housing Act of 1919, the country set about building ‘homes fit for heroes’. The first of these were built in Noreuil Road, which was named after a little village of some 100 inhabitants near Arras in France. Petersfield had adopted the village to help with its reconstruction, and a letter thanking the town for gifts of parcels of clothing and coloured wall maps to brighten the schoolroom was signed by J Nicholai, the schoolmistress at Noreuil. The Electricity Supply Act of 1919 gave rise to an application by Dr R J Cross, Mr T A Crawter and Mr C W Seaward, who wanted to form a company to supply electric light to Petersfield. The plan was for a generator on land located to the rear of the Volunteer Arms (now Meon Close), with a frontage on Frenchmans Road. (Note that the company was only to supply electric light, not power). With houses having only 40-watt lamps, it is unlikely that a supply greater than 20 kilowatts would be required. Tom Crawter’s house, Clare Cross, was the first house in Petersfield to be lighted by electricity. Nevertheless, there was enough power to supply the Electric Theatre with the town’s first film shows. The first cinema stood at the corner between Chapel Street and Swan Street - in fact, the demolition of the Swan public house made way for the Electric Theatre. That first cinema was replaced by the Savoy Cinema in 1935, and is now a nightclub.
Petersfield - A History & Celebration
And now to the greatest mystery: who were the people who raised the tumuli or burial mounds on Petersfield Heath during the Bronze Age some 1,000 years after the Stone Age? Today, Petersfield is home to one of the most numerous collections of Bronze Age burial mounds in England. Unfortunately, the planting of conifers on the mounds in Victorian times and the mixed tree growth of the last 50 years has successfully camouflaged the outline of the tumuli and largely hidden them from the casual view (see page 11). To create mounds like this would have required the labour of many people, and they appear to have been built over many years, if not centuries. So where did these people live? Why have they left us no clues to tell us where they came from? Did they come from miles around to bury the ashes of their dead princes here? Were they nomads carrying the remains from a fair distance to a sacred spot or a clearing in the forest? Or is it possible that someone may yet find their habitation site here within the town itself? In all probability we shall never ever know the answer, and the mystery will remain for all time.
