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Memories of Over Wallop
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My Home
I lived in Rose Cottage from mid 1965 to July 1966 when we were posted to Germany. At the time it was divided into two cottages. Myself, my husband and my 6mths old son lived in no2 which was the cottage on the left side looking front on. My husband was in the army. We had a choice of Rose Cottage or Apple Tree Cottage in King Lane. My next door neighbour was Margaret also an Army wife. We spent a fair bit of time on our own whilst are husbands were on exercises, so we became involved with the church fete and we spent hours making fudge to sell on the stalls. We had a great time. While living there my son was very sick with whooping cough and a very kind local couple I had made friends with who lived on the 'new estate' [sorry I cannot remember their names] took us to the doctors in Nether Wallop. I also remember my neighbour and myself walking once a... Read more
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RAF Middle Wallop
1946, I was stationed at RAF Middle Wallop and remember the village with watercress beds. Rationing was of the vogue but next to the aerodrome was a bungalow that always supplied eggs and chips to ever hungry airmen.
If anyone remembers me please get in touch. Jack Lawford.
The Old Thatch
Ah, The Old Thatch. I remember it well, for this is where I grew up from the early 1940s until 1956. By today's standards it was grim: no heating, no running water, no flush loo - nothing. Yet it was a wonderful place in which to grow up and I will never lose my love for that old cottage. I still visit Nether Wallop whenever I can.
Yes, that is indeed the Rev Hyne-Davy in the picture, as Eileen Wilmott says, but I have an idea that photo was taken by my father, who dabbled in a bit of village photography. I may be wrong: it may have been taken by Mr Hinwood.
How well I remember the Hinwoods at the Post Office and filling station opposite, and the smell of freshly-baked bread each morning. And from just down the road the not-so-pleasant memory of the squealing of the occasional pig being slaughtered at Vigors, the butchers. But that was how life was.
Immediately behind The Old Thatch was... Read more
The Village Bobby
I remember Mr Cherrington, the local bobby, riding his bike through the village and smiling benignly at us kids. I believe his son was in my class at school. I can remember one evening in the summer time having been just put to bed when an official police vehicle arrived at the front door - very much to my mum's consternation. It transpired that Mr Cherrington, along with a police official of some kind, had come to give me the half crown I had handed in some months previously which had gone unclaimed. I remember having to prise it out of a frozen wheel rut by a farm on the way to school during the winter. We had just had a talk by Mr Cherrington about the joys of being a good little citizen and handing in to police anything we found. Mum was in a fug that evening because we had been sliding on hayricks (by the windmill where the fair was always held) and... Read more
The Post Office
My father Oliver Hiinwood was postmaster here from 1903 to 1961. He used to take photographs of the village and send them to Frith's to be developed and then sold the postcards in the shop. The photograph shows the garage where we kept our car and to the side of that was a bakehouse where bread was baked daily. The person walking towards the shop is the Revd Frank Walter Hyne-Davy who was vicar of Nether Wallop.
Now
Do you see the thatch cottage by the bridge? My son and daughter-in-law and our grandchildren now live there, since 2002. It is such a lovely place to bring up children I would love to hear from anyone who could let us know any history to their house.
The Square
I was the village policeman, 1986-1991. I used to stand on the bridge in the photograph on the days of a wedding to ensure the newly-weds could get out onto the main road without waiting, and to help guests leave 'in convoy' where necessary so as to follow each other to the reception. Weddings often attracted guests 'from the city' who would invariably still be driving around an hour later, having got lost 'in the country'!
On a sadder note, I would do the same on the occasion of a funeral at St Andrews to allow the chief mourners to be on their way without any hold-up.
Each year, the square was the scene of the church bazaar, I would invariably look after the bric-a-brac stall, the leftovers I'd take back to the beat house for collection by the dustmen. They must have wondered why I cleared out an entire attic every year.....
The arrival of the 'Miss Marple' BBC crew saw the Square adorned with a... Read more
