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Childhood
I was born in Milland in 1942 at Great Trippetts Cottages. My father, Goody Luff, worked at the farm and had married the 'Nanny' from The Coombe. As with many farm cottages we had no running water or electricity. We relied on the well in the back garden and oil lamps. We had a black range in the kitchen and a copper in the shed. Water from the copper would be put in a tin bath in front of the fire and would be used by all (just adding a bit more hot as was needed). Grandad (who lived next door with Granny) would rear his own pigs and they would be killed in the shed and the meat salted down for use in the winter. We did well for meat as there were always plenty of rabbits, pheasants etc. not to mention the occasional deer. Grandad's large garden was always well stocked with vegetables and fruit and Granny was well known for her homemade wine. Not that Grandad drunk... Read more
Hampshire memories
No Memories, Just Connected by Name
Hi, I have never been to this quaint town, but I share its name. The name Rake comes from the old English word Harca, meaning throat, and topographically means someone that lives near a cliff or a cleft in a hill.
My Rake ancestors come from Marnhull, Dorset. I live in Coffs Harbour on the east coast of Australia in the state of New South Wales.
Love That Place!
Born at Petersfield in 1940, my first home was Berry Cottage, down Sandy Lane, opposite Sibley's farm. Berry cottage had only 4 rooms (2 up and 2 down), no running water, only a well and later a tap down in the lane. I remember the Yew trees that grew in the garden on the bank above the lane, and the Budlia tree that grew up against the front of the house and attracted wonderfully coloured butterflys. And the air-raid shelter that was built into the bank between the 1st & 2nd garden terraces.
My first school was situated just past the Waingari (?) Fruit Farm . There were only 3 classes:Infants, Juniors & Seniors & our teacher was Mrs Weston. Her daughter used to send food parcels from Canada and Mrs W would number each item and we children would draw lots for them.
After a few years we moved to a house at the bottom of Bull Hill until in 1948 we left... Read more
Growing Up
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my memories of growing up in Ferhurst go back to the 30's & 40's.
I was born in one of the small cottages on the edge of the green in 1932 My parents were Victor and Harriet Larbey & I had 2 sisters Pat & Joan both older than me. Next door to us was man with the name as Joshua Bicknell and next door to him was Mrs Selby. My memories of Mr Bicknel was one of beer consuming a fair amount at the Red Lion, I know this because at the age of 3 years I became his drinking partner sitting in the bar at dinner time with my little glass of beer no doubt listening to the local gossip. On the other hand Mrs Selby stayed home & from what I remember made copius amounts of bread which had the most wonderfull smell. My dad worked on a farm milking cows and selling the milk around the village. My mother cleaned for different people... Read more
My First Job
I started work at this farm in 1946 my first job at 14 yearts old. On the left hand side if the house was a garage the farm was owned by Mr Suthered and his son-in-law Sid Dibbin had the garage. Sid had one other man working there a chap called Perce Quinnell with me as the grease monkey. There use to be a man come from London and stay in a sort of caravan out in the farm yard one of my jobs were to carry him buckets of water in the morning for him to wash in and make tea, he would give me 2 pennies and tell me to buy a new suit. 2 pence came in handy my pay was £1 per week.
Bottom of Easebourne Street, Went to Primary School Further up
The Village Post Office was in the white building on the left, and is still there today 18th Jan 2007.
On the right behind the wall is the Estate Office where my Father, Jack Owen, worked for many years as Chief accountant.
Snow Hill, With Manor House on The Left
Mother and I lived at Behar, which is a ground floor flat in the building just beyond the Manor House, and on the left side. Eastbourne Street is immediately on the right and faces the Manor House.
