You are here:
Liphook
Liphook maps
Historic maps of Liphook and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Liphook maps
Liphook area books
Displaying 1 of 22 books about Liphook and the local area. View all books for this area
You can read extracts and browse photos from these books.
Memories of Liphook
Displaying a selection of personal
memories of Liphook.
Add your memory of Liphook
or of a photo of Liphook.
Chiltley Place
My twin brother Colin and I were born at Chiltley Place on the 28th of July 1942 due to the bombing of Portsmouth. My father was serving in the Royal Navy on the hospital ship HMS Liverpool in the far east when we were born. My parents and brothers last visited Chiltley place in the late 1950's. Recently I received a copy of Chiltley Place and Goldenfields as a gift. Colin now lives in Cornwall with his family, I now live in the United States. Best wishes, Barry.
Dad Was Born Here
Dad was born at 25 Station Road in 1927, and his Dad had his own business there, G Budd & Sons. When Grandad passed away, and Nan a few years later, Dad bought the house, with 'the yard' behind and carried on the business, which was a building firm. Dad's brothers also worked for the firm. Dad was painter and decorator, Uncle David a brickie and Uncle John a carpenter.
Hampshire memories
Longmoor Camp.
I lived in Longmoor Camp for quite a few years, I was in the Boy Scouts, I think it was the 1st or 10th Longmoor Scout Group. My dad was in the R A M C and was the staff sergeant at the hospital. I belong to the St Martins in the Field Church Choir and often sung solo, one of my good pals was Derrick "ding" Tarling. I took part in the bonfire chain for the Coronation with the Scouts and took part in the film 'The 39 Steps' around about 1953, we sat in the windows of the bullet, I was wearing a white shirt which can easly be seen. I was one of the kids who built a large stone man on the ground! We thought it could be seen from outer space, hey we were only kids, but it makes great memories. I wonder if anybody out there remembers me?
Childhood at Longmoor Camp
My dad was in the army, and we spent most of our time in Germany and at Longmoor Camp. Dad started in the RE Regiment, then later was moved to the RCT Regiment. My father was involved with the closer of the camp. Both my parents loved the area, and settled in Petersfield.
Nostalgia
My family lived at Longmoor from 1961 to 1964, Dad was Stan Vivash, and we lived at 6 Union Rice, the camp was the best place for us army kids, there was so much to do. I went to Liss School and then on to Peterfield, I also sang in the Garrison Church of St Martin's. My friends were Christine Parsons, Jean Hall, and Janet Wallace. My dad was in the RE and worked in the stores, where we played a lot as well. The camp is a part of my life which I loved, if I ever come back to the UK for a holiday I would love to see it just once.
Little Black Houses
This is where our godmother used to live. Her name was Fona, a really lovely lady, we'll always remember her. I was born here in the same little black house that Fona lived in, (she used to live next door, but moved into our house when we moved to Saville Crescent in Bordon). I don't remember Headley Down when I lived there as I was very young when we moved, but when I was older my elder sister used to take me there on a bus from Bordon, always on a Saturday. Fona would take us blackberry picking and we would play in the large back garden for hours. I remember there were loads of fir trees and the houses seemed to be higgledy-piggledy with shrubs and trees in between - so much nicer than these modern estates. Before Fona took us to the bus stop to go home we would have toast and chocolate spread or peanut butter and jam whilst Uncle Dennis (Fona's husband) watched the football results... Read more
Beech Hill Corner
I remember this place so well, this is the bus stop I used to use from Mill Chase School. Many an ugly scrap would occur on the school bus with the kids from the Erie camp, I think that is one of the old army huts the families used to live. I lived at Ludshott Grove in the new houses opposite the camp. I remember a good old copper called PC Pike, he was a great old soul. I wonder if he is still with us, he used to give us a clip around the ear for scrumping the apples from the orchard near the deep pond at the bottom of Beech Hill. Those were the days.
