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Memories of Ebernoe
My father Frederick George Standing grew up at Colhook Common, Ebernoe. His schooling was done at Ebernoe School, which was next to the church. The school is now a private house. He married Mary Grace Cooper at Ebernoe church. He was a member of the cricket and football team. He continued to play for Ebernoe cricket team as did his brother Harold (Son). Nearly every Saturday we would be bundled into the car and off we would go to Ebernoe for yet another game of cricket. My brother and I enjoyed it as we were able to catch up with our cousins (Harold's children). Tea time would approach and my mother and Aunt Kath would walk us all down to Colhook Common to have tea with my grandmother. We would stay there until Dad and Uncle had finished their game and came and collected us, to go the Balls Cross pub for after match drinks. It was better still if the game was at Easebourne, as my Aunt Reeves did... Read more
I Was Cross!
Having spent a beautiful morning walking around Surrey, we decided to visit villages with stupid names. We ended up at Balls Cross. Balls Cross consists of a house, 2 cars, a public bin and grass. No Balls and certainly no crossing - absolutely hopeless. If anybody is looking for villages in the UK with stupid names - I would avoid this one - there is nothing to see. (Plus I needed the toilet badly - not even a coffee shop - useless!)
Growing Up
added yesterday
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.
A Lovely Village Where Time Has Stood Still
I recently visited Kirdford with my mother to try and trace family history. My mother is a Pullen and all her ancestors originated from Kirdford, we visited the graveyard and lo and behold found some Pullen graves. We also visited a few of the houses mentioned in census returns where Pullens had lived. It would have been nice to talk to some older members of the community who maybe had a tale or two to tell. However the village was peaceful and when asking in the local shop we were told that they were new to the village and could not help. Anyway a lovely village where time has definitely stood still.
My Grandmother Pullen
My grandmother Margaret Pullen was married to Frank Pullen. He was my step-grandfather. I know only that he served in the African Boer war and I saw the medal once. His father was a local preacher and that's all I know of him. He has 2 surviving children, Frank and Della and 3 other step-children, my father Peter Karesa, Debra Karesa and Pat Karesa.
Kirdford School in The Sixties
I went to school in Kirdford for a couple of years in the sixties and have fond memories of it.
The school headteacher was Miss Dunsmore and there was a Miss Dadswell and a Mrs Heaver I think. The toilet block was outside, as most schools were in those days.
There was a metal roundabout on the patch of ground outside the school gate. I used to travel on a school bus from Ifold (Ken's Camel I think we called the bus - probably because it was owned by Ken Scammel) I did my cycling proficiency there and remember cycling from Ifold past extensive orchards of apple trees and past Kirdford Growers where the apples were stored.
The classrooms were heated in winter by big old coke burning stoves with a metal guard round them. The headteachers office was a room off the top classroom.
I recently went back and couldn't find the school - it must have been demolished but Kirdford itself hadn't changed much and... Read more
