Nostalgic memories of Farnham's local history

Share your own memories of Farnham and read what others have said

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

Why not add your memory today and become part of our Memories Community to help others in the future delve back into their past.

Add a Memory!

It's easy to add your own memories and reconnect with your shared local history. Search for your favourite places and look for the 'Add Your Memory' buttons to begin

Displaying Memories 11 - 14 of 14 in total

I am Leslie Harlan Bourgoin, and I remember changing at the Farnham train station each morning to board the school coach bound for Clare Park. My sister Mary Lynn and I were American girls who lived in Farnborough in the early 1960's while our father was a USAF exchange officer there. My parents were Gene and Jean Harlan. We attended Clare Park as day girls and loved to go into Farnham with our parents to visit the ...see more
In the early 1980s I lived in Farnham as a student and lodged with a family in the town. I have very fond memories of those days and they really were the best days of my life. When I left to return to Wales part of me stayed there and when I hear music from the period memories of Farnham come flooding back if I was only just there yesterday.
I was bought up in Farnham, attended Clare Park in Crondall and then Weydon School, went to College at Brookwood. My parents were Terry and Bonnie Hunt, we lived at 37 Firgrove Hill, there were 4 of us kids, Tan, Kitt, Dody and Monty. I have many good memories of Farnham and area. Mom started up the youth club next to what became the Redgrave Theatre, Us kids helped clean up the Maltings buildings. My parents were friends of the Elphicks, Kirks, Jayes, used the Spotted Cow as a local.
On one day of the year, through the forties and probably the fifties, my grandmother Ethel Glazier, would pick all the lily of the valley she had, in a square bed about three foot square, in her back garden in Rowledge. She would bind them into small bunches, with leaves around, and tie them carefully with thread. They would sit in a bowl of water on the flagged floor of her larder overnight. She would be on ...see more