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Hampshire memories

Emma Jane's Birthplace

My G.Granny was EMMA JANE SUMNER, she was born at Rotherwick, Hampshire on 1st. January 1866. This lady made a great impression on me and I used to visit her at her home in Tilehurst, Berkshire as a child. Jane, as she was known, was around 6 feet tall and had a very regal appearance with her silver white hair coiled high on her head. I last visited her at 'Iona', Firs Road, Tilehurst when she was 80 years old and a few months before her death. She gave me a brooch from her dress which I had admired and this I will treasure always.

School at Tylney Hall

I attended Tylney Hall School from 1950 to 1956 and used to go into Rotherwick village every Sunday to go to church which was compulsory for everybody except if you were RC or Jewish. The church then was a lovely place to go with yew trees right round the building and also very well kept, not like the last time I visited when it looked a bit run down and neglected and apparently only used one week in three (what a shame to waste a lovely building like this). Hook was also a regular place to visit as it was the only place to go for your sweets as Rotherwick did not have a shop by then and we were not allowed in the pub, what a pity.

Bramly Army Camp

I was one of three children of a soldier stationed at Bramley Army camp. I remember being taken to my first day at school in Bramley village school in 1930 and I refused to go through the school gate. Therefter I went on a school bus with my elder sister to Basingstoke, to Fairfield School, until I was nine years old. My father was discharged from the arrmy in 1934 when the whole family moved to York, North Yorkshire, where my father got a job. I remember going with my dad to the Pigeons pub in Bramley villlage on a Sunday for lemonade and crisps.

Greywell

The Church of St Mary The Virgin 1904
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I have many fond memories of Greywell. My grandad William Edwin Poulter was born there in 1908. He built his bungalow 'Coomberry' and he used to bell-ring at the church. He lived there till he was about 90 before moving into a home and he sadly died in 2003.

The Fox And Goose

The Fox And Goose 1908
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My great, great grandfather Richard Ragget, a sawyer, lived in Greywell and used to drink regularly at this pub. Stories tell of the Duke of Wellington also drinking here. Does anyone else know of this? Does anyone know who the people are in this picture?

Vine Cottages

I recall going to a Queen's Coronation party in the village hall, where we were all given a coin and a mug. My mother used to work at the Fox and Goose pub, the owner's son, myself and another girl played in a field at back of pub we slid into a dell he ended up in a bees nest and got badly stung. We lived at 4 Vine Cottages for a few years, my father worked for Lord Dorchester on the farm there. One year there was a May fair and a maypole was erected, I danced round the maypole with other children. I recall walking to the post office across the field along a footpath that came out by a stream. We left village for Rowlands Castle but returned this time living in the house on Greywell Hill Farm.

Greywell Hill House

We returned to Greywell after a time away, my father worked again for Lord Dorchester however this time we lived in the house near the farm instead of the village. We were sure that it was haunted as we could hear noises in the bedroom. We had a lot of things happpen while living there. The snowdrops were wonderful and grew in great clumps in our garden. Over the fence was a mesh wired building used to hang the pheasant, deer and rabbit.

My father had an old tobacco tin which held mole tails, he was paid for every mole he caught in the big house lawn. I was allowed to fill the thick lipped milk bottles in the dairy and had a favourite cow called Fairy, I would sit in the manger and talk to her while she was being milked.

I recall my mother cleaning at the big house and I went with her, I wandered the house and one incident of me opening a... Read more

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