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School Experience
We moved from Weymouth to Kingston Russel just after have taken the 11+ exam at St. John's school.
When I started at Long Bredy school I only remember one classroom and one teacher. Hand bells and country dancing stick in my memory as things that we did there. And the teacher taught me how to build a model glider from a kit.
I was very struck by the dialect of my new school friends who used words that were like a foreign language, thick and tharn being just two.
I had a great time and ran over the hills back home when I stayed late.
Emigrant Ancestor Baptised There Christmas Day 1773
George Coombs was born in Maiden Newton in 1773. He later took a soldier's grant of 200 acres in Ontario - where we still live.
Riversdale House, Maiden Newton
I lived here as a child of nine in 1950-1. We rented it from the owner, the delightful Sylvia Townsend Warner, author, who lived there with her partner, Valentine Ackland. The house literally stands with one wall in the river Frome. Paintings which hung about the house by "John Crask" must have had a special significance for the couple. You could sit in the library and watch the rabbits on the opposite bank and herons would sometimes come there too. There was a music room with a grand piano overlooking the river (middle of the house). In 1951 the Frome flooded, turning the house into an effective island. Today, the place looks much the same but the corrugated cladding has disappeared from the walls.
Milk Bar South St
I used the milk bar regularly in 1964.
I think who owned it then was named Evans.
They had a daughter named Carol ,any idea what happened to her ?
Fond Memories
My family moved to Eastbrook House in 1970 and lived there for about 11 years, I was ages 1-11 at that time so my first memories and experiences were of Eastbrook, Upwey, Dorchester and Weymouth in that order. I drive through Upwey whenever I can on nostalgia trips and always stop outside Eastbrook to reminisce and to see what changes are going on. My wife thinks I'm obsessed with Upwey and especially Eastbrook! Maybe she's right.
Windsbatch Cottage, Church Street
We moved to Upwey when I was about 3. My father came to Portland in the Royal Navy and I went to Upwey Primary, sang in the choir, went on to appear in local pantos and generally have a wonderful childhood, playing in the Mill with Lorraine Milligan, the miller's daugher, and buying bits for Mummy from Eckersalls, Loverings and Upwey Post Office - all sadly now gone. We had to move in 1980 when my father left home but my heart is in the village and always will be. I am only over the hill in Dorchester. I think we had some of the best neighbours ever, and were so very lucky and safe, with amazing walks, ponies and a really special time. I feel very lucky indeed to have met some of the nicest and kindest people of my entire life in that village.
Childhood In Powerstock And Eggardon
Powerstock was my local village from 1951 to 1963. We lived at Kings House Farm at the foot of Eggardon Hill. My father Eddie Whitaker farmed (the hill rented and his 13 acres) for 12 or so years before moving to Somerset. I have visited with my family several times over the years and stayed at the Three Horse Shoes pub on one occasion, there I met one of my peers from school and caught up on people and places from the past. These visits ignihted fond memories of the past together with periods of acute anguish as only can be felt most keenly in the childhood experience. I remember cycling to school - always late! - and flying down the steep hill from Kings spurred on by brotherly challenge not to touch the brakes until the very last bend at the bottom (Wetley). It is now obvious, with the wisdom of years, that we were preserved from harm by the grace of God, because with narrow single track roads... Read more
