Nostalgic memories of Owslebury's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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My parents bought the White House - a thatched terrace of 6 cottages in the Main Street opposite 'Thatchers' Shop. I believe I only lived in this village for about three years between the age of 7 and 10. The 'White House' had a condemnation order on it - it was in a really bad state and the 'thatch' had degraded to a kind of 'shredded wheat' consistency. I remember the dampness, wattle and dorb plaster, red brick ...see more
My distant relative, John Wild was born in Owslebury in 1677. He married Mary Andrews in 1747, the family then moved to Twyford and then Hursley, and finally we ended up in Winchester.
A Personal Recollection of growing up during the last days of the pedestrian era in rural England by Tom Thornton A Yokel's Tale My earliest recollection of my Thornton grandparents, Alice and Tom, dates back to my pre-school years, when my Mum and Dad occasionally visited them at May Cottages, Longwood Dean. They lived at the south end of a group of four tied Mock Tudor cottages which had steep brick steps ...see more
My memory of Owslebury goes back to the hot summer of 1937. I lived in Bishopstoke at that time, being a lad of nine years old. My father had just bought our first car, not a posh one and looking back I doubt if it would pass an MOT of today. It was a little red Austin 7 Nippy that had long passed its sell-by date, but it made us the only family in our street that had wheels and gave us the chance to get away ...see more