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Mogador maps
Historic maps of Mogador and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Mogador maps
Mogador photos
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Lower Kingswood| Buckland| Walton On The Hill| Reigate| Tadworth| South Park| Headley| Kingswood| Betchworth| Meadvale| Brockham| Redhill| Tattenham Corner| Burgh Heath| Earlswood| Strood Green| Merstham| South Merstham| Chipstead| Mickleham| Leigh| Hooley| Sidlow| Box Hill| Old Coulsdon| Nutfield| West Humble| Nork| Banstead| Drift Bridge
Mogador area books
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Memories of Mogador
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Surrey memories
1956
Summer 1956.... I am Armell, a "Frenchy, a "Frog", who will remember for ever my beautiful days with Mr and Mrs Cantrell, John and Jill, from Lower Kingswood. I was in "such a need" just after my father had passed over and ... so many good souvenirs ... and so many good things I am so grateful for. Now, I am almost 68, a widow and live in Las Palmas, Canary Islands. I shall never forget my best days and also my friend Anne Newton, her sister, brother and her cheerful family (and the doggies, Shandy and the pony) just across Mrs Cantrell's garden. Thank you for your friendship and good willing towards me.
Love, Armell.
Somewhere in Buckland
Round about 1840 my widowed great, great grandmother Hannah, and her son Joseph were brewers in Buckland. But unless any Buckland resident knows of the history of the village I shall never know where exactly. The Frith photograph shows something of the village, but is over forty years too late to help me. I know nothing of Hannah prior to 1841, other than that she was married to William Chandler who died in 1832, and she died in 1844, so presumably the brewing also stopped then, as Joseph, her son, went to Betchworth to become a butcher, and then on to Bell Street in Reigate in the same trade. Buckland of 1886 certainly looks to idyllic. A peaceful place to live in - then at least.
Buckland
I moved into the White House, Old Road, Buckland with my parents Fred and Peggy Jennings and my two brothers Tony and Richard. I remember friends who lived in Buckland, Janet Oxley, Liz Boyes. Gillian Reynolds (lived next door), Barbara Smith (who I am still in contact with). The Seagars and Wade familys lived nearby. I married in 1964 and moved to near Gadbrook Cross Roads. I have one daughter, Joanna, who lives in Billinghurst and has two children. I now live near Lewes, Sussex, having re married. If anyone remember those years or me, I would like to hear from them. Penny (Jameson) now Hunnisett
Wartime in Buckland: as I Can Recall
Om my first day at the little school on the green I carried around my neck a box illustrated with Mickey Mouse. It contained a mask smelling horribly of rubber and talcum chalk. I was left in tiny classroom dominated by a very 'tall' woman called Miss Owden. A door led into a cloakroom and on into the senior room. This room was dominated by a much smaller woman with shiny flat hair and pale grey eyes. Her name was Miss Euston. When the warning siren was heard we were collected together and led across the green into the rectory and quickly drilled with the masks and told to crouch down close to the floor. Even at that age I wondered if that could not have been done in the school. But it was a break away from tedium. Nothing more. War seemed to a child very far away from the little paradise of Buckland. During lunch time two children were picked, given a burlap sack and told to go... Read more
Restful Days
Many days were spent all over this area for many years with the special man in my life and children. I still spend quiet days there dreaming, remembering all the good years, visiting friends we have there.
An Idilic Childhood
My grandmother, Lillian Kemp, lived at 9 Howard Close. We visited regularly and had the best days running all over the village. Fishing sticklebacks out of the pond, looking for rats at the rubbish dump (!), trying to catch the wild kittens, riding various ponies bare back, raiding orchards for apples, watching the shire horses pulling the brewery dray on Derby Day as they set off from the Chequers pub. We lived full time, briefly, at Howard Close and I attended the school in Breech Lane and sang in the choir at St Peters. Sadly my grandmother passed away in 1971 so those wonderful days were cut short. I have very fond memories of those days
Dudleys in Walton on The Hill
My great-grandfather Henry Dudley grew up in Walton On The Hill, as did many of his ancestors and siblings. He emigrated to New Zealand in 1874. His father Jacob Dudley married my great-great-grandmother Jemima King in 1828 and they had eleven children. Walton On The Hill, I am proud to say, looks every bit as I would have imagined it to be, a beautiful, peaceful and serene location. Next year following my retirement, I will fulfill a lifelong ambition to visit Banstead and all its surrounding counties including of course Walton On The Hill. My family tree is on ancestry.com.uk .
