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Isle of Wight memories
Captain Macpherson
My late mother told me that she was related to Miss White, daughter of the Rev. Richard Walton White. His daughter left the manor and or land to Captain Macpherson in 1911. Although we have no claims on this family, we have no first names of Miss White or Captain Macpherson's nephew for our family tree. Any historical history and or photographs would be great.
Childhood Memories
My aunt and uncle ran the New Inn in the 1930s and 1940s, possibly before.
Their names were Patrick Huston and Annie Huston. Also living with them in the early 1940s were my grandmother, Mary Evans, and my Auntie Lou. I lived in Portsmouth and remember being sent by my parents at the outbreak of war in 1939 as they thought it would be safer for my brother and myself. However, after 3 or 4 days my mother came and took us back as she did not want us to be separated. I have seen a postcard on another site showing the fireplace uncovered at the New Inn by P F Huston, my uncle, and I remember sitting at this fireplace and listening to a speech by the King at the outbreak of war.
After my uncle became ill they gave up the pub and moved to Chapel Cottage, remaining there until my uncle died. I spent many happy holidays with them and used to spend lovely days... Read more
'Brooside'
I remember when my dad brought a run down derelict building across the road from the New Inn. As a child, a building site was a wonderful play ground. He restored it with oak beams and York stone floors, I only wish we still owned it, the tranquility of Shalfleet seems so desirable now compared to London, ahh, feet up in front of a large open log fire, or just to sit in that peaceful garden watching the fruit swell and ripen and as autumn approached, the bubbling brook that supported generations of water fowl and freshwater eels, a different world, a different lifetime.
Washing The Sheep
My grandfather Jim Long, including my dad Les and brothers, plus helpers, walked the sheep from Westover Farm to Winkle Street to wash the sheep every year. It was a big event in the village - all the villagers and children. It was usual for one of the kids to fall in.
Joy Arnold as A Child
I lived on the Isle of Wight from the early 1930s until roughly 1943.We lived at several different locations, Cranmore being one of them. I remember as a small child Mrs Jordan's shop. I also have vague memories of the old postman wearing his Victorian postman's uniform and also of Mr and Mrs Higginbottom. As I recall, Mr Higginbottom worked for an insurance company and was also a Sunday School teacher and taught myself and my two brothers Reg and Archie . Mr and Mrs Higginbottom took all three of us to Sunday School in their car. There were two elderly sisters who lived next door to us who kept angora rabbits for their fur, which they used to spin! I think of them as my guardian angels as they used to tell me to sing "There is a happy land" at the top of my voice when I went to fetch the milk from the farm nearby so that they knew that I was safe. ( I was only... Read more
Fletchers Pond
I first used to cycle to this school - which was split between Newport Priory Boys' Secondary Modern School and Carisbrooke Grammar School - in 1961. The long, low building to the left of the picture was the Priory Boys' School, the taller building to the right was the Grammar.
Every day I cycled from my home in Clatterford Road, round the back of St Mary's Church, past Fletcher's Pond, and then down the track you can see in the photo to the school. The track crossed the old railway line from Newport to Freshwater just about where the first hedge line is, and Carisbrooke Station was to the right, out of shot. I only remember it as rubble, because the line was closed before I went to the school, and I think there was a fire at the station, but I may be wrong. Anyway, there was nothing much left.
I remember the school was set on several levels with a gymnasium at one end, and the canteen at... Read more
Our Cottage in Carisbrooke
Lived there for just one year. Linda Crossley
