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Nutfield maps
Historic maps of Nutfield and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Nutfield maps
Nutfield area books
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Memories of Nutfield
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The Queen's at Nutfield
Yes the Queen's Head at Nutfield took a lot of money off the hard working Monotype apprentices. I was one of them. I am Graham Bourne. Terry Hindley and I would spend many a happy hour plus after overtime at "the Type" on a Saturday hoping in vain that Ted would eventually buy us a drink.
I even held my stag-do at the Queen's in July 1971. It must have been a good night because we had to go back and aplogise the next day on our way to the church. Even then I don't remember Ted buy me a drink.
Headmistress at Nutfield C of E Primary
I visited Nutfield when I was 4 or 5 with my granny Lillian Curry - who was headmistress (a grand term for the head teacher of a 2 room school) of Nutfield C of E. She must have been appointed in the late 1930s and worked there for 20 years - through the war - and retired in the mid 1950s. She recalled the terrible smell of the trains she caught from Carshalton Beeches in 1940 after Dunkirk - the soldiers had been transported in them after weeks of retreat across France and days standing in the sea waiting for boats.
I wonder if any of her pupils are still in the village?
Did Ted Hart Ever Buy You A Drink?
The watering hole for any Monotype apprentices after working overtime on a Saturday morning. Seemed like I spent a good deal of my time in this establishment in those days. I'm 57 now and living in Devon. Would love to hear from anyone who remembers this great pub.
Surrey memories
Selmes Butchers
I remember being sent to Selmes the Butchers to buy my Mother Mrs Dora Maynard, cuts of meat. The floor was covered in sawdust and there was a little cashiers office at the end of the counter. It always had a very friendly atmosphere although I used to cry when I saw the animals being unloaded from the lorries into the slaughteryard. Once or twice I saw them escape.
Helen Swabey (Formerly Maynard)
Childhood
Looking at the pictures takes me back to my childhood, having lived in the village for 20 years. My home was at the end of this slip road behind the large hedge. I remember walking down to the bakers and to Taylor and Bristows, to me was like an Aladdin's cave, and then on to the butcher for steak for my dog. The village has changed but many things have stayed the same, only older. I still go back for the odd walk round. It was great to find this web site.
Small Boy on Donkey
The small boy on the donkey is my father, Arthur Wallis, born 1904 in Bletchingley. The man standing to the right is my grandfather, Arthur Wallis senior, born 1862 in Bletchingley. Arthur Wallis senior was the licensee of the Red Lion Inn and later the proprietor of the newsagents in the background. The Wallis family came to Bletchingley early 1700s and for 200 years carried out bricklaying as their trade.
