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My Family
My memory is of going to my granny and grandad Fish, it was a big family of them, I know I have an aunt still there called Valerie Newman (I think) and my aunt Rosemary who had 3 daughters. I would love it if anyone knows them or knew my dad, Richard John Fish. Do get in touch with me as whilst I remember going there it is a very hazy memory.
Dudley Pritchard And The Laylands of Jonada Small Dole
My family lived in Tooting, London but my mum's brother Charlie Layland was married to Josie who lived in a house called 'Jonada' with sons John, Tony, Trevor,and Andrew in Small Dole. We used to cycle the 42 miles down to Small Dole and stay there. Josie was fantastic and used to take us to Steyning Market, up to Chanctonbury Ring etc etc all on our bikes. We were all skint then of course, but we had a fantastic time. I can remember going out with Ann Sherwood who later married Ken the shopkeeper's son. All the Laylands, apart from Tony and Andrew who rode a Vincent Comet there, all went to Australia on the 10 assisted package scheme and all did ok for themselves - I see them from time to time.
Magical
Hi, Val and Sid Newman live in Lancing now. My nan and grandad lived in Sands Lane and I loved going there and helping Charlie in the woods cutting bean sticks. It was magical. A lot of the old characters have gone now but in the 1970s and 1980s the Fishes, Grettons and Wellsteads ruled the roost.
The Fish Family
My grandfather was Albert Fish. He lived in Small Dole all of his life. He ran a haulage business with his brother Jim. He had eight children, one of whom (JIM) was killed in Italy in the war. My mother, brother and I walked from Beeding to see my grand father every Sunday. My grandmother died when I was a few months old. In the early fifties Granddad married Violet. In the forties virtually everyone in Small Dole were related. It was said that the local postman knew everyone by their Christian name. All of my grandfathers children are now gone but many of their children still live in Small Dole ar close by. I now live in Canada but always visit small dole when I visit England and Upper Beeding. The house where my grandfather lived is still there and the village high street has not changed much. I have many fond memories of Small Dole
Fox And Hounds
My great-grandfather ran the pub in Small Dole in the early 1900s, probably 1930s. My father who lived in Henfield says he used to be collected with the rest of his family on Christmas Day by horse and cart and taken to the pub, where they had a wonderful Christmas.
Looking For Family.
I have found a photo which was taken in 1962 of a young couple and a baby, all it says on the back of the photo is 'Sid with Gloria and Douglas'. Sid, I take it, is the baby. Then under the names it says 'Your son'. I found this photo in a bible in my uncle's house, his name being Stanley Johnson, who I think is the true father of the baby in the photo. I could be very wrong but I am so curious and excited to find out if I have a cousin. If this jogs a memory in anyone, please get in touch. Many thanks, Anne.
Wayfield Cottages
As a child I lived in the cottages opposite the Post Office, we moved when I was around 9 years old and the houses were later pulled down. My memories of living there were very happy and I remember every year standing out front watching the Old Crocs go by. I now live in Hove and work in Crawley so drive past twice a day, and often try to work out exactly where the houses were. Now both my parents have passed on its lovely to see a picture showing the houses, even if it's not close up. We always went to the Post Office to buy our sweets and I remember once a week getting a heart ice cream, a real treat.
