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Eling maps

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

Eling area books

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Testwood Salmon Pool c1965
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So many truly happy times were spent around the Salmon Pool when we were children. Our grandmother owned a local pub so this was where we would, much to our parents horror, swim in the tidal river! Probably the fishermen didn't think much of it either!

Father

I do not know Marchwood but I recently found that my father was killed in a motorbike accident on the Southampton Road in Marchwood in 1958.

Growing up in The Old Marchwood.

I moved to Marchwood in the mid 1960s, I was not very old. We lived in an old house on the edge of the village, called Glengarriff. The old house was pulled down many years ago. I attended Marchwood Primary school. Mr. Smith was the Headmaster. Most of the children who attended the school came from the army quarters. Marchwood was just a village then. People would stand and chat over their gate, as you went to the shop. Everyone called the shop 'Barker's.' That was the name of the family who owned it. It was quite a meeting place. I think everyone knew my mum, Kath most people called her. There was never such a thing as 'going to the shop quickly.' By the time my mum had chatted to everyone on the way there, chatted to everyone who came into the shop and everyone on the way back home, a lifetime seemed to have passed. I remember... Read more

Calmore

Does anyone else remember old Mr Brown who lived up the lane from St Anne's Church? He couldn't read or write. He had a cow that followed him about. He'd never been to Southampton even though it was only 7 miles away. He used to sit outside his front gate in the sunshine and wave his walking stick at passing traffic. He told me he wanted to be "an old rooster, who sits where he likes". I loved that old man, but I never really knew him.

Calmore, my Childhood.

I grew up in Old Calmore at Croft Farm. My parents, Cyril and Winifred Pass, bought the property when they returned from India in 1947, and we lived in the 'pump house' until the bungalow was built in 1949. My earliest clear memory was moving in on my third birthday, carrying the pots and pans up through the field on that freezing day in February.
The old pre-Tudor barn on the smallholding was built from solid oak timbers from the old sailing ships and held together by wooden cogs. My three brothers and I would spend hours making dens in the straw and hay or climbing on the roof to see the 'Queen Mary' and 'Queen Elizabeth' ships in dock at Southampton, with their majestic funnels hinting of faraway places. Later, I would watch the migrant ships take turn in port as I would dream of the day when I too would be on my way to adventure in Australia. (That happened in 1966).
Croft Farm had a... Read more

Old Calmore

We came to live in Calmore in 1945 at 304 Calmore Road. We used to have the milk delivered by horse and cart. My mother would go out with her tin jug and I would follow her and get up on the cart and he would turn round and we would go down Webbs Lane to the farm 'where the pub is' and I would get off and walk down the other lane where the hillybillies lived (that's what I called them) and then I would walk back home. I had my own ration book and used to go down to the shop only 100 yards away and buy my 2ozs of sweets, I used to buy the small ones because I thought I would get more. We had gas lamps in our home hanging from the ceiling and you had to pull the cord down to light them, and when the metre was nearly running out my mum would send me round to Mr and Mrs Purkiss who... Read more

Tracing my Family Tree

Hi i am trying to trace my family tree, I am looking for Kate Collins, her father was Edgar Collins and her mother Mary Collins. Kate was a maid in service to a Lord Cutlip/Cudlip and later married William James Gibs, if anyone can help please contact me, thanks.

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