You are here:
Garsdon
Garsdon maps
Historic maps of Garsdon and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Garsdon maps
Garsdon photos
We have no photos of Garsdon, although we do have photos of these nearby places:
Malmesbury| Great Somerford| Tetbury| Ashton Keynes| South Cerney
Garsdon area books
Displaying 1 of 12 books about Garsdon and the local area. View all books for this area
You can read extracts and browse photos from these books.
Memories of Garsdon
No memories of Garsdon have been shared yet - be the first!
Add your memory of Garsdon
or of a photo of Garsdon.
Wiltshire memories
W Redman & Sons
The van on the left of the photograph was owned by my great-grandfather Wilfred Redman who had the butcher's shop at 41 The Triangle, Westport from the early 1900's until 1945. He died in that year and his son took over the family business. Wilfred Redman came to Malmesbury in the early 1900s from Nailsworth, Glos where his mother had a stationery shop. The van was registered to Wilfred on 30 June 1936.
Granny Bishop And Grampy Bishop
The photograph shows on the left where my gran lived, in the centre is where my granddad lived, and out of sight is the house where I was born. I fell in the river many times, once when it was at full flood an old man pulled me out with his walking stick.
St John's Street
During the Second World War they put up families in the almshouses, at the end of the war they had a street party for the children almost next to the almshouses, myself and the Willis brothers were there.
115 High Street
I was born at Hullavington 1942 and as a child used to bus to Malmesbury for market day. In 1981 I had an opportunity to buy 115 High Street (on left side of pic about halfway up) - loved it. The stream at bottom of garden, the kids used to dig up loads of old shoe plates from the stream be - house next door used to house a cobblers. I had to tackle wet rot, deathwatch beetles, leaking roof, but loved the open fire in lounge the beams & 300 year old stairs. Fishing in the river, there were lots of watervoles still in the 1980's but haven't seen any for a few years now. I did see minks then down by cowbridge, probably why. Had to sellup in 1996 but still come back regular camper van at Burton hill site so still enjoy my fishing & a half of lager at the Smoking Dog.
The View From A Volunteer Pub Garden Bench. 16TH JUNE
The most important bench I have had the privelage of sitting on one lunchtime on June 16th 2008 and the view of the Cross Roads. Over a diet coke and an Orange juice I met the best friend I have ever known. The Volunteer Pub, The pub garden bench and the slight view of the Cross Roads will linger with me for ever. That day at 12.15pm was the first time I had been in that village but it is now like a city in my heart. Had many a great meal there since.
Had to go Back.
The building to the right of the picture was one of only two shops in the village. From there, whilst waiting outside for my mother who was shopping in there I shot an arrow from my home-made bow straight up. It came down and hit the roof of a car parked outside the pub. All I got by way of reprimand was an "OI!" from the owner. There were so few cars about during the war and I had to dent the only one in the village!
My mother Jessica Morgan and my Dad, Bill Morgan, were regulars in the pub, and in 1959, when I was in the RAF, she made me wear my uniform to show off to the regulars, who bought me a few pints. I went back with my daughter on Father's Day 2007 and I mentioned to the staff that I had last been there when I was 18 years old. They were not impressed. I noticed on the wall a photo of local... Read more
Not Always Good to be Taller.
I attended this school, on and off during the war years as my father Bill Morgan, was frequently posted around the country, and I would end up with my grandparents, the Eldridges who lived at West House. My teacher was a Mrs Greenaway, who lived a bit further along in the picture, and always put me at the front of the line for our exercise period as I was the tallest ("E's gonna be 6 foot y'know"). This meant that whenever I was at the front I couldn't see what everyone else was doing and always got it wrong. Someone was always bleating out, "Please Miss, Keith Morgans not doing it right!" Nonetheless I loved that school. Just opposite was a cottage that housed the Brind family, and Julie Brind was always telling on me, but told everyone she was going to marry me one day ... I was only six.
