Hinton, Cat and Fiddle 1900
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I loved this charming village, I remember the 'fishmonger' and the 'greengrocer' bringing their wares from door to door with their 'horsedrawn' carts (yes, even in 1956). I used to walk her dog with auntie Joan to this very post office to mail letters and get 'bits and pieces". Auntie Joan always loved the small country places, she lived in many places like this because of her husband's work.
I had the privelage of visiting all her 'little hidaways' throughout England and Scotland.
Shared on 16 November 2007
The Post Office brings back many happy memories. In 1954 to 1957 I served in the RAF at Sopley. Some of us would walk to the Post Office to send letters home & meet friends we had made in the village. If anyone remembers the good times we had...
Thankyou. - B Haywood
Shared on 07 August 2006
The Evans Sisters on Moorlands Avenue
The Evans sisters, their donkeys, and their Kindergarten School are a substantial part of my childhood memories. We lived around the corner from them, and we were sometimes boarded there when our parents needed a break, or just babysat while the parents worked. The donkeys were taken down to Barton beach in the summer to give visitors donkey rides along the beach. They had a brother Tom I seem to recollect, who travelled around the world with the Navy. We kindergarten pupils were showed all the 'Pink' bits on the world map that Tom was visiting.
Shared on 02 February 2010
My parents moved to Barton from Bournemouth, and purchased a business in New Milton. 24 Barton Court Avenue was our childhood home for ten years, and holds all those childhood memories. My three siblings and I were rambunctious and very active. There were the Wynn sisters who lived next door, who never complained in ten years about the yapping dog, the screaming children and the wild activities we got up to. To start with, we had a nanny who walked the legs off us around the golf course and along the beach for miles. As we got older the change of nannies became more frequent, until it was hard to find anyone to look after us, but by then we were self-nannied. The under cliffs at Barton formed my brothers and my construction abilities, building dams in the gullies that drained the ground water from the gravel cliffs, but no dam was strong enough to contain those lakes of water for long, and then woe betide the sun bathers on the beach below.
Shared on 02 February 2010
My parents moved to the Bournemouth area at the end of WW2, and purchased the Clock Cafe property at 18 Whitefield Road. The Hants & Dorset buses used to treat the bus stop across the road as a terminus, and frequented the cafe for tea and sandwiches between runs. My parents ran the cafe for a while before leasing it to others. In the same building was the Humber Hire business and my mother resumed her hair styling business in the upstairs rooms. Over the years, the building was developed to the pavement building line with a two storey extension. The original building doors and windows were removed and replaced with steel girders so that the old house was hardly recognizable. My parents eventually sold the building in the late 1960's, but our teenage family spirits must still haunt the place.
Shared on 02 February 2010
