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Idmiston maps
Historic maps of Idmiston and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Idmiston maps
Idmiston photos
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Amesbury| Old Sarum| Cholderton| Wilsford| Bulford| Over Wallop| Salisbury| Stonehenge| Bemerton| Britford| Figheldean| Harnham| Thruxton
Idmiston area books
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Memories of Idmiston
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Wiltshire memories
Dad''s Panic
Dad was village copper for several years (our old Police House is now "Peelers" in Thorneydown Road) and had a number of people he got on well with. He tended not to panic too often but one day a message came through that had him rush out in panic because of the loss of one of his friends, Pat Pocock from the Post Office.
I can't remember the exact year but it was early 1960's.
Later the Post Office was moved to a shop in Thorneydown Road and later still it was taken over by Frank Gaulton who still ran it when we left Winterbourne in 1964.
Cholderton Post Office
I spoke to my Dad last night to share what I found on Cholderton. He grew up in the Cholderton Post Office building in the 20's. He also lived in the cottages in the laneway that leads to St. Nicholas Church. He described it to a tee and was very excited. His name is Cyril Jenkinson and his parents were Edith and Wilfrid Jenkinson. They ran the post office for many years.
My Grandfather
This is approximately the year when researching my family history that I became aware that there is a plaque in the church for my grandfather, George Reginald Mundy of the Wiltshire Regiment, who was killed in action on 23/7/1916 aged 40. He left a widow and 5 children, the youngest being only 3 months old.
My grandmother died in 1932, only 4 years before I was born, and yet I cannot remember any of my grandparents being talked about.
Kath Jones, nee Mundy
Ratfyn Power Station
In the 1950s I was in the Royal Engineers and came over from Germany to our school of military engineering at Chatham where we did a course in electrical power stations. We were then posted to Bulford barracks, and did our practical training at an MOD power station at Ratfyn on the side of the River Avon. We generated power for Larkhill, Bulford, Tidworth and the chemical weapons establishment at Porton Down. I have been back a number times over the years to try to locate it, but never managed to. I would be very interested if anyone knows what happened to it.
Visiting History
My husband was stationed here in WWII, and married a girl from Bulford. They divorced but the family ties are strong.
We met the first wife's family and had a wonderful time. Also the 1st Canadian Parachute Battalion Vets had a great time revisiting and reminiscing.
SORRY, BUT WE USED TO CALL IT GIBBS AND SPEW
Yes, I worked there when I was 15 with two other boys. I remember Tony Fletcher and Alan Blackman (are you still out there?). It was a dark warm place when on full tilt, it looked like London in the fog. I remember the characters like old Seth, he could drink beer straight from the fermentation tank whilst it was still hot, yes, it was free, we used to have a ration of two pints a day hence I was legless after my first, then I used to save it till the weekend to sell to the oldies who could drink as much as they could get. Seth was a bomb, he loved the gee gees but it would take him 26 minutes to go to the bookies and back so he devised a way of getting out. I didn't know where he did work in the brewery, only that every now and then he would come to where I was on the barrel wash, it was a monster to... Read more
The Town Path
Have seen this view many times in my younger days back in the late 1920s and early 30s, just after crossing the footbridge over the river, when on my way to see my dear old gran at Harnham. I can still remember the smell of the old mill.
