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Oakhanger maps
Historic maps of Oakhanger and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Oakhanger maps
Oakhanger photos
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Oakhanger area books
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Memories of Oakhanger
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Hampshire memories
The Stywards
My Stuart family is buried at this church. I would like to see more pictures of this church inside such as the stained glass and crypt. I have a great interest in this family 1550 1625. Various spellings for my family name are Stiward, Styward, Stewart, Steward, and Stuart.
Best Wishes, Richard. wrstewart@embarqmail.com
Kingsley School Hampshire
I went to Kingsley School as an infant in 1978 and left before it closed, at some time in the 1980s. I remember the headmistress Mrs Morris, who became Mrs Vincent, who smoked in the classroom!, and the wicked infant teacher Mrs Caine who used to have a replica gun lighter in her draw and large knife to sharpen the pencils, she would threaten us all that she was going to shoot us or stab us! and we were only babies! The dinners were vile but we were forced to eat every last scrap even if we threw up on our plates! Even the cooks would go easy on the portions if they knew we didn't like what was on the menu. But despite the bad memories, I suppose there were some good times as well, just a shame that we weren't taught more about the school's history, and the visiting Father Eerica wasn't weird (later convicted for paedophilia!), it was a good job we all grew up ok I... Read more
Weyford Junior School
This photo is of the temporary classrooms and main building of Weyford Junior School where I was a pupil from 1964 to 1969.
The Mill
My mum used to take us all (seven of us) to the mill to paddle. It was always freezing, some would even be brave enough to swim. There was always a strong smell of pond weed, but we had great fun. When it was warm enough we used to pack a picnic and walk to Frensham pond which was a great treat. That was about 40 years ago now but I remember it like it was yesterday.
Bordon
This was a lovely quiet village when I first came here. Unfortunately, it is becoming run down and untidy. Pity, really. We seem to be having all the throw outs from other places. When the army goes (if they go), this will be a dumping ground for all types of undesireables.
Living at The Mill
My father got a job in the mill in about 1950 and we moved into Mill House which is actually a part of the mill itself, on the right as you stand facing the building. I don't know what Bordon is like now, but in my day it had its share of the dregs, but so did everywhere. It was all very local and everybody seemed to know everybody else, apart from Army people. We moved to Lindford after a year or so, which was then a nice little place where nothing seemed to happen. In those days Robert and Peter Ellis ran the mill and it always seemed to be busy, as did Bordon itself. I recall the greengrocers and the chippy on the corner, ad Frisby's shoe shop on the opposite corner. Along the main street was a jewellers, a newsagent a photographer plus sundry others. In the 1940s there was a tea shop which subsequently disappeared, but later I recall listeniong to the juke box in the... Read more
The Mill
As a boy myself and my friends would gather our fishing rods and tackle and bike to the mill for a day’s fishing, I caught my first trout standing on the big outlet pipe from the mill, another time we were there and one of my friend fell in off the big pipe, I can see him now bobbing across until he reached the ford.
The mill was also the place my sister and I would sneak off to on a Sunday so we didn’t have to go to Sunday school, we would take some bread and feed the ducks.
