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Slindon| Boxgrove| Goodwood| Charlton| Walberton| Singleton| Bignor| Duncton| Graffham| Bury| Houghton| Heyshott| Arundel| Tortington| Shripney| Cocking| Yapton| Amberley| Ford| Chichester| Selham| Coldwaltham| West Lavington| Lyminster| Byworth| Fittleworth| Climping| Bepton| Stopham| Didling
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Bluebells & Ginger Beer At Slinden Woods
I am now 74, but to this day I have such lovely memories of trips with my Girl Guide troop going on the bus to Slindon Woods. Across the road from where the bus would stop was a lovely little shop, where we were allowed to buy a bottle of ginger beer. Oh how I still remember that wonderful taste. Then to make our visit complete we went into the woods which were filled with bluebells, we picked to our heart's content, life seemed so sweet and simple then, I have so many memories that I treasure. I wish I could see Slindon Woods just once more, but that's not possible now since I live in the US, but those memories keep me warm when life seems so cold and empty.
Four Years Old or So........
My parents worked for Mr & Mrs Agar, Beechwood, Lavington Park, Petworth, Sussex. Mrs. Agar's name was Barbara. They had a town house near Berkeley Square, London W.1. I remember living there more than in Sussex. However, I recall a sense of freedom as a 3 or 4 yr. old, only child while at Beechwood. Also, I remember lots of trees and country roads. Good memories! I hope to some day visit & perhaps see the home we resided in on occasion. Mr & Mrs. Agar were wonderful employers, I recall my parents comments about them. We returned to Ireland in Oct .1951, I needed to enroll in school. The baby boom was on and to enroll in school in England was difficult as we were not English citizens, plus Mom & Dad thought we should get closer to family again. I am much older now & live in the USA, the state of Nebraska to be exact. ... Read more
The Church
I have fond memories of Walberton and the wonderful family that I believed I would be marrying into, but sometimes life doesn't work out as you plan. I was to be married in this church. I still miss them and their lovely village. My heart is still with them.
I often walked behind the church with my dog Blue and spent many a happy hour in the peaceful and tranquil setting. Walberton Church has special memories of love, weddings, christenings. Bless you all.
Thatch Cottage, Singleton
We bought a thatched cottage, in much need of renovation, next door to the butchers shop. It was a tied Goodwood Cottage previously occupied by Mrs Myrtle Ticehurst who remained a tenant when she was widowed in WW1. We lived in a caravan in the front farden for nearly a year while work was carried out - I loved that old cottage so much I was prepared to put up with the dificulties in order to eventually live there. The neighbours, except for 2 brothers, were absolutely wonderful and without their help and support life in a caravan with 2 small children would have been much harder. Sadly we had to move on after only two years but I have always remembered Singleton with great affection and I still have the original copper that was removed from the wash boiler in the old kitchen and I also acquired a tapestry of Pond Cottage which hangs on the wall of my present home.
Watching O S Dunlop at Barnham
As a Chichester High School girl who lived in Yapton, I used to change from the 65 bus at Barnham and catch the Chichester train in the morning, and vice versa in the afternoon. The 20-minute bus wait at Barnham around four pm was incredibly boring, so I used to sit on the seat outside the pub opposite the station. If it was raining, I'd wait inside the railway station ticket office.
I'll always remember watching the famous artist RO Dunlop who used to be there waiting for the bus every Wednesday, with his canvas, easel and case of paints. He was an enigmatic, burly, bearded character. Taciturn, he fascinated me because I could never tell what he was thinking behind that bushy beard of his. Although I was only 12-14, his immobile face fascinated me. I wondered why he chose Wednesdays to go painting, and I've always regretted the fact that I was too shy to speak to him, although I very much wanted to do so.
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Chelsea Cottage (used to be Bridgers Cottage)
I used to have holidays in Graffham with my Great-Aunt, Lottie Bridger. We loved climbing the hill; collecting eggs from the chickens and even the adventure of visiting the outside toilet. My family lived in Graffham, going right back to the 1500s, and I still have a wonderful feeling when I visit the village. My aunt had no running water, except in the wash house outside, where the washing had to be boiled in a copper. Earlier than that, water was collected from the well in the front garden, which is now cemented over. Her father, James Bridger built the tiny chapel by the side of Ladywell Cottage. He was a non conformist and wanted to worship in his own way. When he died of diphtheria, after nursing his son Harry, who had the same illness, he was carried into the chapel, which he loved. We used to shop in the Post Office which is now... Read more
Bury Church And Ferry
On this picture you can see the steps used by the ferry man from the 1920s to the 1940s. He used a pole to steer the punt from the Bury bank to the Amberley bank. The punt was attached to a chain which stretched across the river lying on the bottom. The fare in the late 1940s was a theepenny piece. The ferry man was my 'Uncle' Bob Dudden, who took up the duties of ferryman when he left the Navy after the first World War. Bob was not really my uncle, but he and my grandfather ran away to join the navy together in about 1912. Sadly, my grandfather was severely wounded in the war, but Uncle Bob came through, having had the job on board of barber!
Uncle Bob also took care of the grassy area behind the steps.
He and his wife 'Aunt Min' lived in the house you can see on the left of the picture. Aunt Min was quite eccentric, she kept hens, which... Read more
