The Village 1921, Fittleworth
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Fittleworth & local memories
Read and share memories of Fittleworth and West Sussex inspired by Frith photos.
Fittleworth Mill, 1950s
I have loved this view of the Mill ever since first discovering it as a young man of 17 or so in the early 1950s, and I have a virtually identical photograph of my own taken at that time. Sadly however I found on a visit yesterday that (at the moment anyway) it can no longer be enjoyed by the passing public, this classic view from the little road bridge just south of the Swan Inn now being nearly totally obscured by overgrown trees. Hopefully this may be remedied one day, although I do wonder whether perhaps the present owner has deliberately left it so in an understandable, if disappointing, attempt to gain more privacy.
Longcase Clock
I have a longcase clock inscribed 'John Easton, Petworth.
Does anyone have any info on this clock-maker please?
Also, anyone any interest/info on the Stevens and Stenning family trees?
BW
Richard Stevens
rtjstevens@btopenworld.com
1950''s
My friend & I used to make camps in the top room of the old mill - health & safety didn't seem to exist then! Groups of us also spent days swimming in the river, having first collected egg sandwiches from the Swan. We even once made our own raft (or the boys did) on which we were subsequently photographed by George Garland, a noted local photographer.
1950's
In 1956 we lived in Fittleworth (Orchard House) while I attended Midhurst Grammar School. I could listen to the church clock chime the hours if I woke up at night.
I would like to hear from anyone who was there then.
David Morris
Victoria, B.C.
Canada
H N Hussey
My husband inherited a watercolour of a barn entitled 'Fittleworth 1882' by the artist named above - it could read Hry N Hussey for Henry - but not clear. We wondered whether anyone could shed any light
Swan Hotel Corner
I nearly died here when I was seven years old - over-excitement on the cusp of our holiday on IOW. An errand for a quarter of ham from the village shop, and dodgy brakes, led me to come down the hill from Picknells, the shop at the top of the hill above the Swan corner and to emerge from the blind corner created by the hotel across the main road without stopping. I coincided there with Mrs Morley Fletcher who was moving probably at 20 mph in her grey A30, so I was saved. [more later... I bet you can't wait!]
