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Linwood, Hampshire

Linwood photos

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Linwood, Moyles Court Ford c1965 photo

Linwood, Moyles Court Ford c1965

Linwood, the Village c1965 photo

Linwood, the Village c1965

Linwood, Red Shoot Inn c1965 photo

Linwood, Red Shoot Inn c1965

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Linwood maps

Historic maps of Linwood and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis.   View all Linwood maps

Linwood map

Historic map of Linwood

Hampshire map

Illustrated Victorian map of Hampshire

Linwood map

Historic Map of any Linwood postcode

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Linwood books

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Around Eastleigh including Chandler's Ford, Bishopstoke and Botley Living Memories
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Odiham Then and Now Photographic Memories
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Linwood books
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Memories of Linwood

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Hampshire memories

Flying G Western Riding Ranch

How lovely to find some photographs of The Flying G, but I am surprised that there are no other comments when so many people went there. I went there twice, once in 1966 and again in 1967. The first time I was studying at St Godric's in London and Maureen Smith was going there in the holidays. She was a very focused and enthusiastic person. My friend Bev Chapman and I decided to go with her for a laught too. Bev's parents drove us there the first time. It was wonderful. Bev fell in love with cowboy Pete, who Carrie (a cowgirl working there) was also in love with, but we didn't find that out until the next time. I fell in love with Dave who was engaged to Sheilagh, but at 17 (and in those days) that's what crushes and growing up was about. It was a safe and nurturing environment to grow in. Better still it fulfilled dreams - it was like living in a Western movie. The staff wore stetsons, chaps, checked shirts and leather waistcoats. Carrie had a huge belt holding up her big jeans and, of course, there was a waggon in the back yard. The horses wore deep western saddles with cinches, pommels and cantles and had long stirrups. My dreams were fulfilled. Pete tried to teach us how to lasso, we ate beans and sausages and went to square dances in the town. We went out on daily rides, a little sore the first time and on one occasion Bev was seen disappearing into the distance, as her horse bolted. She was wearing a bright yellow Wimpey jacket she had 'borrowed' from Roy Pegram in London and the letters bounced up and down (and so did Bev) until she eventually came to a stop. We slept in bunk beds in chalets next to the cottage. The captain and his family were lovely and it was a safe environment to be in. I often wonder what happened to Carrie and Pete as I think they got together in the end and I imagine rode off into the sunset together!

Shared on 24 February 2009 by Penelope Welch.

Coxstone Lane.

I was born in a bungalow on the corner of Coxstone Lane in 1962 and my nanny lived in a thatched cottage called Brookside in Coxstone Lane. I had some very dear friends on that lane, I would love to know what happened to them all.

Shared on 27 June 2008 by San Blake.

Ringwood High Street

I rember walking up to the High Street as a small child, there was a shop, I think it was a hardware or ironmongers, at Christmas time the shop was always lit with lovely fairy lights. There was also a supermarket called Pricerights and another shop called Coxs and Hicks which sold a full range of clothes and soft furnishings, wool, material, all that kind of stuff.

Shared on 27 June 2008 by San Blake.

Walking 3 miles to school

My mum Barbara Wiltshire [nee Pritchard] was brouhgt up here with her 11 brothers and sisters. She is always reminding us that she had to walk 3 miles to school and one of her brothers used to bunk off and hide in the woods until it was time to come home, sadly she has dementia now, which took hold of many of her brothers and sisters also, but she still vaguely remembers when she sees the name and photos of Burley. It's so sad to see her memory gradually fading though, if anyone has any photos we would be grateful.
Lyn Cook

Shared on 02 September 2008 by Lyn Cook.

Extracts From Linwood & Hampshire books

Displaying a selection of extracts from Frith books about Linwood, inspired by Frith photos.

New Forest Photographic Memories

Linwood is situated high on the heathlands of the western edge of the New Forest, overlooking the broad valley of the Avon. It is one of the most isolated villages in the locality; its lonely open road winds across the heart of King William’s old hunting territory.

This is an extract from New Forest Photographic Memories.
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Petersfield - A History & Celebration

The cenotaph in the High Street commemorates those who died in battle but whose remains lie elsewhere. It is of unusual and classic appearance; it was designed by the architect Harry Inigo Triggs, who had travelled and studied in Italy. The detailing is borrowed from the eight blank panels in the Medici chapel in Florence; on these panels are carved the names of the town’s dead of the First World War. (Plaques were added after the Second World War commemorating the 54 young men who died on duty away from home during that conflict). After much deliberation over an appropriate location for the town’s memorial, it was erected by the mason Andrew Perryman of Dragon Street in its present position early in 1922 - a position in the Square was discounted. In the wake of the war, under the auspices of the Housing Act of 1919, the country set about building ‘homes fit for heroes’. The first of these were built in Noreuil Road, which was named after a little village of some 100 inhabitants near Arras in France. Petersfield had adopted the village to help with its reconstruction, and a letter thanking the town for gifts of parcels of clothing and coloured wall maps to brighten the schoolroom was signed by J Nicholai, the schoolmistress at Noreuil. The Electricity Supply Act of 1919 gave rise to an application by Dr R J Cross, Mr T A Crawter and Mr C W Seaward, who wanted to form a company to supply electric light to Petersfield. The plan was for a generator on land located to the rear of the Volunteer Arms (now Meon Close), with a frontage on Frenchmans Road. (Note that the company was only to supply electric light, not power). With houses having only 40-watt lamps, it is unlikely that a supply greater than 20 kilowatts would be required. Tom Crawter’s house, Clare Cross, was the first house in Petersfield to be lighted by electricity. Nevertheless, there was enough power to supply the Electric Theatre with the town’s first film shows. The first cinema stood at the corner between Chapel Street and Swan Street - in fact, the demolition of the Swan public house made way for the Electric Theatre. That first cinema was replaced by the Savoy Cinema in 1935, and is now a nightclub.

This is an extract from Petersfield - A History & Celebration.
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Petersfield - A History & Celebration

And now to the greatest mystery: who were the people who raised the tumuli or burial mounds on Petersfield Heath during the Bronze Age some 1,000 years after the Stone Age? Today, Petersfield is home to one of the most numerous collections of Bronze Age burial mounds in England. Unfortunately, the planting of conifers on the mounds in Victorian times and the mixed tree growth of the last 50 years has successfully camouflaged the outline of the tumuli and largely hidden them from the casual view (see page 11). To create mounds like this would have required the labour of many people, and they appear to have been built over many years, if not centuries. So where did these people live? Why have they left us no clues to tell us where they came from? Did they come from miles around to bury the ashes of their dead princes here? Were they nomads carrying the remains from a fair distance to a sacred spot or a clearing in the forest? Or is it possible that someone may yet find their habitation site here within the town itself? In all probability we shall never ever know the answer, and the mystery will remain for all time.

This is an extract from Petersfield - A History & Celebration.
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