The Hard 1890, Portsmouth
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Both my parents were born in Portsmouth & grew up virtually opposite each other. My paternal grandparents lived at No 1 Station Rd, Copnor, and my mother lived at various addresses in portsmouth - latterly St Bernards, 37 Copnor Road, next door to the Hardesty's who owned the bicycle shop. Another great Aunt lived at St Leonards, No 49 Copnor Rd, and another one at 23 Station Rd. My maternal gt grandparents ran a grocery shop in Charlotte street, & had lived at Sheffield Rd. My parents were married at St Albans Copnor, where I was also christened. Later our family moved to Bedhampton, while I attended Kentridge High School in Southsea, then The Priory on Hayling Island, and finally Havant High School before eventually in the early sixties doing a Dress Design course at Portsmouth College of Art & design. My aunty used to be manageress at Smith & Vosper - the well known local bakery chain - in Lake Road. Many years later, when our eldest son had... Read more
Just Married 1970
I spent many a happy time walking my Boxer dog round Old Portsmouth and he loved it down on the beach by the Hotwalls where I would throw stones in the sea for him to go and get. I had only just got married and my husband was in the forces so he was away a lot so Blue (Boxer dog) and I spent a lot of happy times together, he was good company and through him I met so many other dog walkers.
VISITING MY FATHER'S BIRTHPLACE
In 1972, when a mere slip of a boy of 40 summers, my late wife, two children and I flew from Australia on our first trip to Europe. Whilst in London, we travelled by train to visit my cousins Peter & Val Hatswell who lived at "The Stillions "on Windmill Hill, Alton. They took me to 13 Leonard Road, Landport, Portsmouth, the house with a bright red door where my father was born on 23rd September 1901. Of course I went on board HMS Victory to stand where Nelson fell - an experience still firmly fixed in my mind almost 40 years later. Standing there I remembered how my father the Reverend Thomas Westwood had told me "every boy born in Portsmouth is taken there as an infant to be laid on the hallowed spot where Admiral Lord Nelson fell".
Reminiscences of Portsmouth in The Late 1930s
I was born in Portsmouth in 1933. My family and I lived first in Lyndhurst Road - about which I don't recall too much - then later in Merrivale Road. I remember very clearly where Merrivale joined Copnor Road. When you turned left, there was a military barracks on the left and, opposite it, a sports ground. At age 4, I was enrolled in a little privately-run pre-school not far away, I believe, in Gatcombe Avenue just off Copnor Road, where I recall there was a very imposing pub, called, I think,'The Golden Hind', on the corner with low, chain-linked pillars surrounding the forecourt. There was a small confectioner's in the shopping parade opposite in Copnor Road where you could buy toffee 'Golli-Bars' for a farthing (!) each. The school was run by a very strict lady. We sat in long desks arranged in tiers and she had a long cane that she would flick our legs with if we were inattentive. But, looking back, she really knew her stuff... Read more
Childhood Days in Pompey
My dad worked as a ticket collector at Portsmouth Harbour Station. Often, we would catch the ferry to the Isle of Wight, or I would just go down to the station to see my dad.
He had memories of standing watching the V1 bombers pass overhead during the war.
We emigrated to Australia in 1966 - I've been back many times, I always look around the station and remember my dad (who passed away in 2008) and his working days there.
My father was one of those so called 'Mudlark's. I remember him telling the stories of how they used to stage mock fights over the pennies to make people feel sorry for them and throw more money.
The thought that they were poor orphans who had to do this to stay alive was very far from the truth. We lived very well in a house in Southsea near the Kings Theatre.
The memory was brought back on a recent trip to Egypt and a trip down the nile. Children beg for money along the banks of the nile as the cruiser goes by at the narrow points. After the ship is gone they get their BMX bikes out of the bushes and pedal home to the mud brick house with the satellite dish and the Merc parked outside.
Dancing at Neros
In 1977 I was the Wrigleys rep, I was 21. I stayed in Hayling Island Holiday Inn, being from the Watford area. I was in charge of Fine Fare, Southsea. I used to drive into Portsmouth and dance at Neros. Great Memories. My week started at Dorchester, then I moved on to Bournemouth and Southampton and went back to Watford on Friday.
We used to go down to Sallyport from 1954 -1958 ..there were a lot of local 'urchins' called the 'Mudlarks' who would stand in the knee deep, sloppy black mud below the pier to the ferry when the tide was out and people would throw them pennies which they had to find in the mud.They'd end up covered from head to foot. A lot of them had great characters and had developed great 'carny' skills to get people to toss them money.
My step aunt, Linda Goldsmith knew most of these kids 'cos she taught them at the nearby elementary school.
THE BEST PLACE IN THE WORLD
This was to me, as a young lad, one of the best places in the whole world!
There was nothing more appealing to me than being at this great vantage point for the Portsmouth Dockyard. I could have stayed there all day watching our British Navy aircraft carriers, battleships, submarines and cruisers contrasted to the masts of our most famous ship of all time, the HMS Victory, watching the ferries plying back and forth to Gosport, feeling the spray from the often rough seas pounding the seawall and blasting up into the air.
Being on the Point was like being on the prow of a ship. I want so badly to go back there and hope someday I can.
My step grandfather, Goldsmith, was a senior man in the dockyard during WW2.
He would have been thrilled to see Pompey win the 2008 FA Cup!!!
"Kiss Me, Hardy"
I've only been onboard the Victory once. It was enough to profoundly strike my imagination. I stood where Nelson fell ! It brings tears to my eyes to think of it now as I write. She is an incredible vessel. You can almost hear the cries and commands shouted out during naval battle.
And what a genius Nelson was. To break conventional naval tactics and completely fool the Spanish Armada by a frontal attack compared to a sail-by was unbelievable.
As a youngster I read all the naval stories I could and, having a great imagination was transported back to the days of sail. Being on the deck of the Victory I feel is a priviledge not to be undersestimated for anyone of British descent.
Wasn't 'Master and Commander' and awesome movie to recreate the days of sail ?? I can't watch it enough and still read books about the early days of exploration under sail.
"Somewhere Beyond The Sea...my Lover Waits For Me.."
As a young lad I had great eyesight for long distances. As we sat on the pebbled beach at Southsea it was always me that first spotted a slight bump in the horizon as the then huge incoming ocean liners, The Queen Mary, The Queen Elizabeth, The Mauretaina and many more coming home from New York down the Solent towards Southampton. I enjoyed being scoffed at for a good half an hour or more before others managed to notice them approaching with the telltale whisp of smoke from her funnels.
Later on I worked one summer holidays as a waiter at the Seaview Hotel on the Isle of Wight where we got a grandstand view of these great ships sailing by from this exact vantage point.
I had my first kiss on the seawall at Seaview when a lovely Dutch girl called Riet Berendsen took a fancy to me. How great was that as the sun set and the ships sailed by ? I wonder where she is... Read more
Art Exhibition, Old Portsmouth.
My grandparents Bert & Dorrie Hedger started this amature exhibition in about 1965, and carried on until my grandfather died in 1982. I recognise several of the paintings as being by my mum Rita Grant, as I was taken down there every weekend from the age of three.
Swimming at Sallyport
The outfall from the power station made the water warm here so that we swam all year round - not for those who didn't know the currents. The visitors were amazed at our apparent hardiness, or perhaps foolhardiness.
Clothes Shop Called Snob?
Does anyone remember a clothes shop called Snob in portsmouth and I think there was one in southampton too,back in the seventies I loved that shop but have never seen any pictures of it does anyone have one?
also there was a clothes shop in the old tricorn centre it was really trendy at that time and it had a hairdresser inside it too,sadly I cant remember the name,I live on the Isle of wight and frequently visited those shops.
Tricorn And Charlotte St
I worked at Fine Fare and the Landport Drapery Bazaar in 1970/71 and was a member of the Tricorn Club on top of the Tricorn. My favourite locals were the Coxs Hotel and the Casbah Pub both in Charlotte St. The landlord of the Casbah, Ron Shepherd, was a witness at my wedding when I married a sailor at the Registry Office (now yet another pub). Sadly the Coxs and Casbah went along with the Tricorn. Also the Admiralty Tavern and Rose of England both in nearby Spring St. The only buildings remaining familiar to me are Marthas and The Crown just around the corner in Commercial Rd. The Crown is now an empty shop and Marthas is just empty and forlorn. Many great memories gone forever. Such a shame. Never been able to find a photo of the Casbah either. The Tricorn was so alive with its market and boutiques like the Village. The Indian restaurant and the chippy and the bakers. The Ice Cream bar looking like a... Read more