Pierrepont School c1965, Frensham
Memories of Pierrepont School c1965, Frensham
1955 AND SOME RATHER UNUSUAL MEMORIES
My parents wanted me to have a good upbringing and sent me to a private school where unfortunately the owners were tyrants. I was continually playing truant, so they then sent me to Pierrepont School in the autumn of 1955 where it was hoped I'd settle down. Alas, my memories of what went before played heavily upon my mind, yet again causing me to start running away. On more than one occasion I was caned by Major Parry for absconding, and eventually I suffered a complete nervous breakdown and was placed into hospital care for 7 months. Looking back I often wish that things had been different. I'd have loved to have been able to enjoy Pierrepont School as it was hoped that I would rather than what actually took place. No-one was to blame for any of this as everything was done with the very best intentions. I wonder if any old boys will remember me, if so then do please contact me on email@example.com ... Read more
Frensham & local memories
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My Month at Sheephatch School Camp
On 4th March 1946, about fifty children from Dury Falls School, Hornchurch, were taken by coach to Sheephatch School camp. We slept in double bunks in dormitories; did lessons during the day and went for many walks. In the evenings we learned dancing, such as the Gay Gordons; saw films, and even put on a concert. Every evening we had a hot shower in the ablution block. The dormitories held children from five different schools, and we enjoyed using the playground equipment in the large field in which the school was set. We were there for one month.I would love to hear from anyone who was at the camp at this time. Elsie Ellis (nee Graves).
I was a pupil at Downshill School, Dockenfield Manor, sent there in 1946 or 42 at the age of 6½ or so. The headmaster was a small, self-important and often sadistic man. Of the other masters, Major Faro was a born sadist - "a double execution (caning or slippering) for you tonight, Kennedy -; a Mr Nihoff, a nasty, rigid Dutchman. Goodies: Albert William Franks, helpful, nice man but very much in the shadow of the baddies; Miss Saunders, gentle; Mr Kennard Davis (alfresco cowboy songs in the evening, good guy, friendly); Miss Thompson, matron (permission to listen to Dick Barton, evenings, in her room). Too many canings, too much bullying. Worst case: a caning from nasty little Mr Hastings - in front of the whole school - meted out to a very young Czech pupil, Peter Vogel, caned on his hands, which were covered in chilblains. He was screaming, but Hastings finished the job, 6 strokes on each hand. Trouble was, at the age of 6 or 7 or... Read more
Pierrepont House, Frensham.
I live in Australia. My grandfather was a butler and my grandmother a lady's maid at Pierrepont House in 1891 and 1901. Their names were George Veasey and Theodosia Veasey, nee Williams. My father, George Edward Veasey, and my uncle, Frederick Martin Veasey, grew up in Frensham. They were born in 1902 and 1904. Does Pierrepont House still exist? It would be great if anyone can remember or know someone who can throw some light on that area and around those years. When I was young I can remember going to Frensham and Farnham to visit the ponds and to see relatives. I visited there when we were on holidays in the early 1950s. I have wonderful memories of that area. Regards, Rosemary King. NSW Australia
My Early Years Spent at Little Pond House
I arrived at Little Pond House just before Chirstmas 1964. My mother had been taken ill and I had to stay at the home until 1968 when I left Tilford Junior School and had to attend a boarding school at Reigate, Surrey. I remember being greeted by Mary and Jack Finch, now deceased. I only met them once after I left Tilford, they were running a home in Margate in Kent but I sent them a Christmas card every year until their passing. I remember children arriving there from all over Europe and owe my rather limited French and German skills to my stay at the home. I remember walks over Hankley Common and watching the trainee Paras jumping out of a Barrage Balloon and walks to Frensham little and big ponds. I owe the home a great deal in keeping me safe in my early years and I always remember Tilford and the surrounding area of outstandind beauty. Thank you Little Pond House and Mary and Jack Finch.
Little Pond House at Tilford
My wife's health was not that good, and, in 1961, she was sent for a recuperative fortnight at the Little Pond House. It was a convalescent home for children used by the NHS and had also been home to children from Europe sent there by International Help for Children after the war. During August, 2010 we managed to track it down and were shown round what is now a care home: it brought back many memories for my wife. When she was sent there in 1961, her mother in Winchmore Hill had packed a suitcase of clothes. This stayed unopened as she was given clothes to wear by the LPH staff.
A History Lesson
I have lived nearby for 10 years and this place eluded me for a while. Tancreds Ford is still a ford but the bridge is the modern equivalent. The reason I am posting this is because it was on the old smugglers route! Contraband was smuggled up from the south coast across the vast expanses of woodland and heathland by packhorse under cover of night. Several places along the way would give shelter for a share of the booty and Pierpont and the old Mariners Inn at Millbridge close by were just two. The smugglers had to cross the river eventually and did so here, before making their way across Surrey Heath to Bagshot, where it was redistributed and taken by many routes on into London.
I always remember stopping off for a paddle here on my way home from Frensham Junior school. I remember my nan used to give me my bus fare. But I used to prefer to walk along past the pond so I could stop for a quick paddle.