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HILL HEAD DOCTORS
I worked at Stubbington Surgery from 1973 and in those days the senior partner was Doctor Loughborough. He was a larger than life character who lived at Cliff House Hill Head, moving in later years to a new house he had built next door. I remember he liked a Martini and Lime before his surgery and often was seen carrying out his rounds in his horse and trap. He retired to Bucklers Hard and Doctor Packman became the new senior partner. I would love to know if either of these two gentlemen are still alive today.
Hampshire memories
As A Pupil at Stubbington House School.
I was a boarder at Stubbington House School from 1954 to 1956. My father was a Naval officer, as were so many other fathers. I believe the school was sponsored by the Royal Navy, and I recall that a number of Victoria Crosses were awarded over the long history of the school, perhaps as many as eleven, to former Stubbington boys. Robert Falcon Scott was perhaps Stubbington`s most famous Old Boy, but there were many other well-known names, like Sandy Woodward, C-in-C during the Falklands War I believe. The headmaster was a Mr Hugh Foster, a keen shooting and fishing man. There was a master called Mr Crump, a mistress called Miss Critten, and a number of others whose names I regret I do not remember. Also, a sports master/ general assistant nicknamed "The Sergeant", a very kindly man as I recall. The school was a huge, rambling place, with boys as young as seven, like myself, sleeping in dormitories accomodating up to thirty. There was no heating as I recall, and our... Read more
Living in Stubbington From 1953
I moved to Stubbington as a 6 year old to the Red Lion Estate. My father like so many on that estate was in the Royal Navy based at Portsmouth. I remember Foster's school and especially the daffodils by the fence in the Spring. I remember the bakery on the corner of the lane by the school and the row of cottages alongside which then housed the doctors surgery. There was Mr Davies the chemist, Don Read from the Post Office if I remember correctly. Dougie Wareham who ran the garage and the local taxi. Mr Farthing was the headmaster of the Infant school and Mr Fletcher was one of the teachers along with Mrs Covey-Crump who taught amongst other subjects needlework, Mr Mogford who was Welsh. The classrooms were wooden huts with big black heaters in the middle of the room where the milk crates were put in the winter giving us warm milk to drink. There were also two pubs in the village - The Sun and the... Read more
Stubbington 1956-1968
Thank you Lorraine for the many memories you brought back. I lived in Queens Crescent from when I was born in 1956 until I moved to Australia in 1968. I also remember the bakery on the corner of the lane by the school and the row of cottages alongside which then housed the doctors surgery, Mr Davies the chemist, The Red Lion with the budgies out the back, the Post Office where I would receive parcels, the wool shop where I'd have to go with Mum. The infant school where I thought the hooks from the ceiling was for suspending naughty boys. I remember going to the Junior school, the Rec with the air-raid shelters and the old school which in later years I found out was the very important Stubbington House School. I remember Harvest Festivals in the Holy Rood Church, the village fetes, the chimney sweep that was also the scout leader, hours of cycling around the area, Mr Bott the Butcher, the Ironmonger,... Read more
Stubbington House School Teachers
I read with interest Peter Madden's memories. I remember Madden, we were all known by surnames. Just to jog a few more memories, there was Miss Critten's partner Miss Stapleton, they taught the juniors - Donkey Dyer - Williams (French) - Bawtree - (Geography) - Jones (Latin), he was a dead eye dick with the blackboard duster - and a teacher with a tin leg, Mc something, I forgot, oh and Cheshire, he had a glass eye, quite a motley crew really. I think back to when I was there, 1952-1958, and it was a very happy time really, I was very sporty and there was plenty of opportunity for that. I agree with Madden about Sarge (sports), he was a great guy. He taught us to shoot a rifle as well in the indoor range, where can anybody have the opportunity to do that these days? We were very lucky. One other quick memory was a trip to a minesweeper named after the school - happy days, eh!
Stubbington at Ascot
I went to Stubbington House School, joining in the term that it moved to Ascot in Berkshire. It merged with Boxgrove School from Guildford and was run by two headteachers, Renton and 'Arthur' Moore. I was generally happy there, with the exception of Latin with Arthur who made my life in his lessons a living hell. His teaching style combined fearsome rages against selected pupils (me!), bullying, sarcasm and extreme obseqiousness towards parents. I loathed the man. I still dream about him. He looked like Hitler without the moustach and pictures of Hitler still make me shiver with fear because of the likeness! His appalling example led me to believe teaching could be so much more inspiring and effective that I resolved, during one of his chalk throwing, hair pulling rages to become a teacher myself and show him how it could be done! After 20 years as Deputy Head in a large and successful comprehensive school I do not regret that decision but my anger towards the man has never abated.... Read more
Prep School Immediately After World War Two
Although I come from a professional musical family my father was a career naval officer so perhaps it was not surprising I was sent to Stubbington. Arriving as a boarder aged seven in 1946 was quite a tough experience. The School was steeped in largely naval tradition, exercised strict discipline with corporal punishment and had an air of formality. Looking back I guess it had a place in society at the time but would now be regarded as a complete anachronism. I recall the library being filled with the photos of numerous distinguished old boys including 6 holders of the VC, with pride of place given to the Antarctic explorer Robert Falcon Scott. The games fields were very extensive. As time went on I grew to like the place and have many fond memories. Such a shame the old main building had to be demolished (see Hampshire library archives) but today the grounds seem to be well used for public recreation. ... Read more
