Nostalgic memories of Faygate's local history

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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.

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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 ...see more
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
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 ...see more