High Street c1960, Droxford
High Street c1960, Droxford Ref: D198030
Memories of High Street c1960, Droxford
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Meonstoke And Droxford
Terrific memories by both Harriott and Skipwith families. Thank you! Mine centre first on Midlington Cottage (rented from the Horsmans, he a magnificent model-train builder, the house out of Droxford a bit on A32, where all the Army ordinance lumbered past, day after day, to the coast for the D-Day invasion, and from where our beloved cairn terrier Tim killed a couple of the farmer's wartime chickens, the farmer - quite rightly - subsequently threatening Tim with summary execution if he ever caught him at it again), then Mylor Cottage, up the hill, with a flourishing fig tree in the tiny back yard, then over, in 1946, to Meonstoke and Stoke Cottage for many years, with an interlude to Aberdeen for a few years in between. Altogether I remember them as a marvellous dappled time, beautifully captured by your reminiscences. To Meonstoke, of course, Droxford was the great metropolis: it had everything, Meonstoke boasting a single store. Therefore the bike was in constant use, splashing cartwheels of water across the Droxford... Read more
Visiting
I had family who lived in Droxford, that was my Uncle Peter, Aunty Dot and my cousins Susan, Christine and John Miles. Sorry John if you are reading this, it's your five mins of fame. I loved going over there and was always made welcome. I went to Droxford school with Mr Bark? and his wife. She was ok but he in my eyes was not, but I am sure I wasn't the only one who thought that. All kids think their head teachers are to beware of. We the cousins would go for walks, either to Soberton or over to the water meadows. One year my cousin was May Queen for Droxford, she really was very pretty, well I thought so. Later my mum worked at the telephone exchange, until it changed. She had her photo in the paper, thought that made her a very important person, well she was and still is.
Harriott Brothers - The Butcher's Shop
My Father was Arthur Harriott who owned Harriott Brothers Butchers Shop (which can be seen at the bottom left-hand corner of the picture) together with his Brother, Edward. We lived in "Old Sarum" which is the white house adjoining with my Mother, Molly and my Aunt Olive and Uncle Edward. One of my first memories must have been in about the late 40's when my Dad would wrap up parcels of meat and put them in a wicker basket in the iron frame fitted to a bicycle and delivered to the householders of Droxford by "the Boy".
I don't think I ever remember seeing my Father without a Craven A cigarette tucked into a corner of his lips - a sublime disregard for Health and Safety but I don't recall a single case of anyone becoming ill as a result!
The shop floor was covered with a dusting of sawdust which trod into the house and drove my Mother wild but the smell of... Read more
Miles Family
Bill Miles was in the Meonstoke football team. I seem to remember an older Miles with a peg leg. I think Bill lives nearby still. Ask Ernie Styles who lives in Harvestgate Cottage, a Stocks Lane.
MILES FAMILY
Dear Villagers of the Droxford & Exton area -
Please can you help me, I'm looking for living relatives of Alfred Miles, who died in 1900, around the Droxford area. He was a gamekeeper, his wife was called Sarah, two of their sons also lived in the area, Richard Miles (gamekeeper) and Arthur Miles (kennelman/groom). I believe Richard lived at a place called 'Lights Dell'. I would like to know anything, however small, about them. Photos of any member of this family would just be fantastic.
Kind regards,
Carl Miles
My Time at Studwell Lodge And in The Village of Droxford
My family first came to live in Studwell Lodge, which they bought from the Bruce family, when my father retired from farming in Berkshire at the age of fifty five. It was then 1959 and I, as a teenager, was overawed by the sheer size and space of the property. The village was very welcoming to us newcomers. Barbara Wade was one of the first to cross the doorstep bearing a fruitcake that she had made. She was a legend in Droxford history with her riding school and stern attitude towards car drivers who dared to pass her clutch of Thelwellian students. She was a pillar of the church who ably supported Pagey (Rev Page), the first rector that I knew. His rectory is now Willow House, just across the treacherous A32 from the Square.
The village of Droxford was, at that stage, a self sufficient community with Harriots, the butcher’s shop (I too remember Brian Harriott and other family members, Pamela). Nearby in School Lane there was... Read more
