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Historic maps of Pitton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Pitton maps
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Pitton area books
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Memories of Pitton
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Dad''s Panic
Dad was village copper for several years (our old Police House is now "Peelers" in Thorneydown Road) and had a number of people he got on well with. He tended not to panic too often but one day a message came through that had him rush out in panic because of the loss of one of his friends, Pat Pocock from the Post Office.
I can't remember the exact year but it was early 1960's.
Later the Post Office was moved to a shop in Thorneydown Road and later still it was taken over by Frank Gaulton who still ran it when we left Winterbourne in 1964.
Maidment Family
My paternal grandparents lived in a house called "Chuzzlewit", opposite the Green Dragon. My grandfather was called Hedley and my grandmother was Francis Sarah. I lived for a time at "The Tetherings" in Whaddon and went to Alderbury School. My father (Dereck) and myself also sang in the church choir. My parents were married at Alderbury church in 1942. My maternal grandmother (Alice Brown) and my mother ( Aline nee Fyfe) lived in Whaddon in the 30's as well.
Childhood
I was born in East Dean but my grandparents lived in West Dean along with my aunts, uncles and cousins. I still have cousins in West Dean. My father was a Clifford and worked for East Brothers. I remember as a child playing outside the Red Lion, playing whith my cousins. Although I live in Canada I can never forget my childhood in Dean. My father passed away in 1977 but he always wanted to be buried back home and he had his wish and is buried in the churchyard. My daughter visits Dean at least once a year. I have lost contact with some of my relatives. if anyone knows any of the Cliffords coud you please e- mail me at: vbailey@shaw.ca Janet Gallagher is my cousin. I hope someone knows of the Cliffords and can help me. I heard there is a book out about West Dean but I can't seem to get a hold of a copy, I hope someone can help me locate the book.... Read more
Life in The Park.
I was born in Longford Park in April 1942, my father was "Bill" Ashman, head gardener to the Earl of Radnor from 1940 until 1965 (approx). My younger brother Peter and I were fortunate to have been brought up in the relative calm and prosperity of the Longford Estate immediately after the war. Many reminders of the estate's wartime role were still evident in those times especially the Nissen huts occupied by the American troops prior to their D Day landings.
The park in those days boasted four gate lodges at Britford, Bodenham, Nunton and Alderbury, although the Nunton lodge was demolished to assist in the improvement of the A338 main road to Bournemouth.
I am reminded of many characters from that era, Vic Gray the head keeper, Arthur Morril the butler later succeeded by Fred Gibson, Jim Wilson the chef, Freddie Sims the chauffeur, Frank Freeman the groom, all neighbours and all living within 200 yards of the castle.
As my brother and I came... Read more
SORRY, BUT WE USED TO CALL IT GIBBS AND SPEW
Yes, I worked there when I was 15 with two other boys. I remember Tony Fletcher and Alan Blackman (are you still out there?). It was a dark warm place when on full tilt, it looked like London in the fog. I remember the characters like old Seth, he could drink beer straight from the fermentation tank whilst it was still hot, yes, it was free, we used to have a ration of two pints a day hence I was legless after my first, then I used to save it till the weekend to sell to the oldies who could drink as much as they could get. Seth was a bomb, he loved the gee gees but it would take him 26 minutes to go to the bookies and back so he devised a way of getting out. I didn't know where he did work in the brewery, only that every now and then he would come to where I was on the barrel wash, it was a monster to... Read more
The Town Path
Have seen this view many times in my younger days back in the late 1920s and early 30s, just after crossing the footbridge over the river, when on my way to see my dear old gran at Harnham. I can still remember the smell of the old mill.
Street Where I Live
Nice to see that not a lot has chnaged since this photo was taken to what it is like to day.
More cars and people now of course.
