Heathman Street c1965, Nether Wallop
Heathman Street c1965, Nether Wallop Ref: N156021
Memories of Heathman Street c1965, Nether Wallop
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Nether Wallop & local memories
Read and share memories of Nether Wallop and Hampshire inspired by Frith photos.
The Old Thatch
Ah, The Old Thatch. I remember it well, for this is where I grew up from the early 1940s until 1956. By today's standards it was grim: no heating, no running water, no flush loo - nothing. Yet it was a wonderful place in which to grow up and I will never lose my love for that old cottage. I still visit Nether Wallop whenever I can.
Yes, that is indeed the Rev Hyne-Davy in the picture, as Eileen Wilmott says, but I have an idea that photo was taken by my father, who dabbled in a bit of village photography. I may be wrong: it may have been taken by Mr Hinwood.
How well I remember the Hinwoods at the Post Office and filling station opposite, and the smell of freshly-baked bread each morning. And from just down the road the not-so-pleasant memory of the squealing of the occasional pig being slaughtered at Vigors, the butchers. But that was how life was.
Immediately behind The Old Thatch was... Read more
The Village Bobby
I remember Mr Cherrington, the local bobby, riding his bike through the village and smiling benignly at us kids. I believe his son was in my class at school. I can remember one evening in the summer time having been just put to bed when an official police vehicle arrived at the front door - very much to my mum's consternation. It transpired that Mr Cherrington, along with a police official of some kind, had come to give me the half crown I had handed in some months previously which had gone unclaimed. I remember having to prise it out of a frozen wheel rut by a farm on the way to school during the winter. We had just had a talk by Mr Cherrington about the joys of being a good little citizen and handing in to police anything we found. Mum was in a fug that evening because we had been sliding on hayricks (by the windmill where the fair was always held) and... Read more
Living in The Wallops
My father was a primary teacher at Wallop school until 1962, my grandfather lived in Nether Wallop, Henry Muspratt. Wonderful times.
A View From Broughton
In addition to those aleady mentioned, I seem to recall that there was a Miss Fennel in one of the shops, and a Mr.Edgar Davis and his wife Joan (nee Cards) They lived on the edge of the aerodrome at Middle Wallop I lived in Broughton, next door to Mrs Cards and Leslie, Joan's brother. When the schools amalgamated during the war,there waere several Clarks came to Broughton, and the boys from the "Five Bells" whose name I can't recall. After the war, my tennis partner at the Broughton tennis Club was Mrs, Hugget, who lived at the Mill in nether Wallop.She was a very good played, who served underarm to the initial consternation of our opponents! .
The Old Thatch
I have the happiest memories of my early childhood in the Old Thatch and Wallop in the 1970s. Nothing changes in the village. Even the village hall doesn't look like it's had a lick of paint over the years! My grandmother's home before given to my father and mother. A shame it's been so modernised in recent years.
Wallop
I lived in Nether Wallop with my father and mother from 1952 -1961. My father was a teacher at the primary school. Magic times.
Nether Wallop 1930-1940
My uncle, Sir Howard Button. bought 2 cottages, Mallows and Yew Tree Cottage and a house, Straw Hall, in 1915. I have an album of photographs of the cottages from 1915 - 1926. My uncle let us (my parents, my brother and myself) and other members of the family use the cottages for their holidays. Straw Hall was used by 2 of his relations. We holidayed there from about 1930 to the beginning of the Second World War. It was a super place for holidays. There was a large barn (now I think a house) between Mallows and Yew Tree Cottage. One end had a full size billiard table (lit by acetyline) and the othe end had lots of room for children to play and a fire place. The gardens of the cottages were connected at the back and Yew Tree's garden led down to a tennis lawn on which we played cricket and then a stream with an island. There was no running water in the cottages and a morning job was... Read more
The Square
I was the village policeman, 1986-1991. I used to stand on the bridge in the photograph on the days of a wedding to ensure the newly-weds could get out onto the main road without waiting, and to help guests leave 'in convoy' where necessary so as to follow each other to the reception. Weddings often attracted guests 'from the city' who would invariably still be driving around an hour later, having got lost 'in the country'!
On a sadder note, I would do the same on the occasion of a funeral at St Andrews to allow the chief mourners to be on their way without any hold-up.
Each year, the square was the scene of the church bazaar, I would invariably look after the bric-a-brac stall, the leftovers I'd take back to the beat house for collection by the dustmen. They must have wondered why I cleared out an entire attic every year.....
The arrival of the 'Miss Marple' BBC crew saw the Square adorned with a... Read more
Now
Do you see the thatch cottage by the bridge? My son and daughter-in-law and our grandchildren now live there, since 2002. It is such a lovely place to bring up children I would love to hear from anyone who could let us know any history to their house.
The Post Office
My father Oliver Hiinwood was postmaster here from 1903 to 1961. He used to take photographs of the village and send them to Frith's to be developed and then sold the postcards in the shop. The photograph shows the garage where we kept our car and to the side of that was a bakehouse where bread was baked daily. The person walking towards the shop is the Revd Frank Walter Hyne-Davy who was vicar of Nether Wallop.
Snow Time
My father was the local postman until he had a serious accident at Middle Wallop. One of my memories of Nether Wallop was him telling me how it had snowed so hard on one occasion that when he delivered mail in School Lane where the wind blew in off the aerodrome he was dropping the mail through the upstairs windows of the houses there. Also being able to walk down to Mrs Salter's shop to buy 6 pennorth of sweets. I was married in St Andrew's Church in 1968, I met my wife at the Nether Wallop post office where she worked for Mr Munn. My sister Margaret Hayward to this day still lives in Aylwards Way. I live in Australia now and the thing I miss the most is the historical feel of Nether Wallop.
Water Colour Painting
I have two beautiful original water colour paintings of Nether Wallop. One is of St Andrews Church and the other is of a thatched cottage leading up to the church.
Both are signed E Flower 41 and I was hoping someone may be able to help me find out more about this artist.
First Memories
My father, Richard (Dick) Cherrington was the village policeman in Nether Wallop during World War 2 and I was born in the Police House in the village in August 1944. My first memories ever were of an apple tree in our garden which my brother could climb and I couldn't - I was not very happy about that! I recently went back to the village and met the former village blacksmith and his brother. They both remembered my father, especially as he turned up at the smithy's brother's wedding reception uninivited whilst he was on duty! He had a piece of cake a cup of tea and left. If I could afford it I would buy a house and go back there to live but unfortunately the "weekend" house owners have forced the prices up so I can no longer afford it. But it is still a lovely village.
