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Historic maps of Little Chalfield and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Little Chalfield maps
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Cainey Family
My grandparents, lived in Lower South Wraxall all their married life. They were married in St James Church and are buried in the churchyard, along with their son Harald. Their daughter Emily (Sis) as she was known, sang in the choir. She was married to Wally Harper and they also are buried there, also auntie Olive with her daughter Janet Webb. There is a memorial to her husband Albert who went down on HMS Hood. St James Church has an unusual saddle roof to the tower, this design is I am told, quite rare. I spent many happy school holidays with family in South Wraxall and have many happy memories. My grandparents Bert and Elizabeth had seven children, of which my father was the eldest son. Going further back, also buried in the churchyard are the graves of my great grandparents, Abel and Rosanna and their son John. I expect there are many more Caineys there too, but sadly in the over grown part of the churchyard. I last visited... Read more
Childhood Years
My name is Annette Deighton, and I was a child of five living in Atworth with my parents John and Betty Hopkins in 1965. I have fond memories of the primary school in the village which I attended with my brother Philip and my sister Lorraine. Mr Lowes was the headmaster at the time and was such a lovely man. I remember a teacher called Mrs Talford, and the nature walks we had in nearby fields close to the school. I have very happy memories of the village and people we knew there.
Cottles Lodge, Atworth
One of my fondest memories is of Great auntie Nell, she lived all alone in a very lonely place called Cottles Lodge which in times long ago was the lodge to Cottles House, which is now Stoner School for girls.(Private). Cottles Lodge was a great place to explore, with an orchard, endless fields all round and a high wall. Electric was late in reaching Cottles Lodge so oil lamps were the norm for many years and water pulled from the well. Auntie Nell was a very hard worker she had dozens of chickens and sold some of the eggs to passing trade . She was very deaf and her hearing aid would give off a loud whistle which was great amusement to us kids. But she was a generous person who loved her nephews and nieces very much. Vivian a childhood friend and I would often walk to South Wraxall from Whitley starting off very early. The road to Wraxall went past auntie Nell's home, so we would... Read more
The Old Ride
I first saw Frankleigh House through the trees in the distance as I was driven there for my first day at The Old Ride Preparatory School for Boys. The school and its predecessor had been based there for many years. As a seven year old it was an inspiring sight. What seemed to be a huge building in acres of lawns and green fields. Tennis courts, a swimming pool and cricket pavilion just part of the grounds. Inside, a stunning hall with wood panelling, flagstone floor and the smell of furniture polish. The dining hall with a stage at one end swagged with red velvet curtains. A library with an elaborate plaster ceiling. Large dormitories smelling of disinfectant. And the classrooms with underfloor heating (supposedly). Boiled cabbage, tyrannical rules and even as a non-boarder, seven days a week with prep not finishing until 7pm. Happy days.
The Old Ride
I was a day boy between 1966 and 1970. I was always in trouble and spent most of my meals on the punishment table. The ruling was tyranical, you had to eat everything on your plate and couldn't leave the table until you had done so; classical music was played during the main course at lunch time and talking was not allowed. The teachers were either eccentric or old fogeys found on the scrap heap. Plug, the head, ruled the place with a rod of iron, and after staff meeting on a Monday lunch time, on return to the school-room, he would see a line of boys against the window that had been pulled out by the equally tyranical head boy. He would stand there bolt upright, arms down by his side, one index finger rigid pointing, rapidly nodding his head as he scanned the row of boys, and getting redder and redder until he exploded - not a pretty sight. Snoop - he was so short sighted that when... Read more
Born in Whitley
I was born in 1946, at 210 Corsham Road, Whitley. I started school aged five, at Shaw School an old victorian school of which I have fond memories. My teacher, was a lovely lady called Mrs Hill, her husband taught the older children and was headmaster, they lived at the School House, down School Lane. There were fields at the back of the school and along one side, with Shaw Church on the other side, where every week we were marched to a church service. I and my brother were christened at Christ Church, where our parents were married. My mother, and grandparents moved to 84 Corsham Road when my mum was six weeks old. She was born in Melksham, where I later went to school at Shurnhold S.M. School until I left in 1961. School holidays of which, I have so many happy memories, with my best friend Vivian. We got up to all sorts of things, back then it was safe to roam the fields, of which... Read more
Kingsdown Golf Course
I lived in the house the other side of the trees on the right hand side of the picture. 1963-1981. My father (Bill) worked on the farm which was adjacent to the golf course. We often had golf balls through our kitchen window and over the high wall which enclosed our garden. A bit worrying when you think there is a road between the course and our house . Eventually the course layout was altered slightly so it didn't happen quite so often, but we still had the odd rogue ball right up until the 1980's. I often wonder if it still happens. Or maybe the quality of the golf played there is better these days. The club house now is unrecognisable from that in the picture - the trees are the only thing that is still there.
