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Wartime in Ferndown

I have so many memories of growing up in Ferndown during the Second World War, when it was just a village. Collecting pigswill and old papers to aid the war effort. Scouting adventures with scoutmaster Doug Gabe. Playing games on the common and collecting tadpoles and newts in jamjars. The bomb that fell in Victoria Road, and the night when incendiaries rained down - a neighbour beat "ours" out with the hydrangea he pulled up from the front garden! Carol singing. Being told off for throwing stones at the church bell. Ajax, the lion at Ferndown zoo that made national headlines because its roar was too loud. Those were the days. We lived at Delkeith in Dudsbury Avenue, niow the site of Delkeith Court. I left Ferndown in 1954 to do National Service, and didn't return for years, by which time it had exploded into a town that I hardly recognised. It was so different that I wrote a book about what it used to be like (Ferndown, the Back of Beyond) so the newcomers could see what they had missed! Sorry, Ferndown town, you are not MY Ferndown. But at least I still have my memories.

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A memory of Ferndown in Dorset shared on Monday, 7th February 2011.

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My grandmother's sister (Hazel Guinell) lived in a bungalow called 'Fairmount' Hill, View Road, Ferndown. In those days it had large garden and was the last house on the street, part of which was still gravel. On the adjacent property I remember a large house and huge garden. In 1940 my mother and I left London and moved in with the Guinell family, to avoid the expected air raids on the capital. Ironically, almost immediately a large bomb exploded in Ferndown and so rattled my mother that for several days we slept in the hallway under the stairs. We did not stay in Ferndown long. I think my mother wanted to be near my father and in her own home in London. I had started school for a few weeks before going to Ferndown so was enrolled in a local school. To the best of my memory the school was on Church Road but I can find no trace of it now. My memory (I was only five) is that it had railings on the street side, the playground was at the rear. One thing that would resonate with any reader from that time period would be the lunch time meals. Lunch was provided in a small building across the street from the school. I was the cockney kid from London to the other children, and not well received being an outsider. I had much more fun at the house where the Guinell family had a large garden and grew many vegetables. Mr. Guinell was a sales rep for a big department store in Bournemouth and had a car and access to petrol. Sometimes we would ride along with him on his calls. That was very exciting for a small boy.

Comment from David Roberts on Saturday, 19th February 2011.

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