Preston Candover, The Purefoy Arms Hotel c1960
Preston Candover, The Purefoy Arms Hotel c1960 Ref: p166019
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Preston Candover Primary School
This was the year I left PC school to go to High School. I have immensely fond memories of school life here and the wonderful teachers, Mrs Cosier, Mrs Brady and Head Teacher Mrs Bruce. Lining up outside every morning for team games before school. doubtless to wake us up! The whole school chanting our times tables in unison which I think should be mandatory today in all primaries. It works. Singing those glorious old hymns in morning assembly. Having art lessons outside in the sun. Going on nature rambles and nature study competitions (mine was the coot and the horse chestnut tree for which I won a medal). Scottish and country dancing, rounders, tennis and plays performed in the village hall opposite for our parents. School dinners, umm, well they were certainly nutritious with lovely puddings (except for sago, ugh). When parents today talk of over-crowding in classrooms, I have an instant picture of sitting squashed up together on benches in the infants room. If you sat by that huge old boiler-tyoe fire you got your legs scorched but if you sat further away, you froze. Still, we were well taught and I can still see the frieze running around the wall depicting a for apple, b for bat etc. I don't remember so much about the village apart from the Canterton Stores as I lived at Brown Candover. My maiden name is Pearson, should anyone remember the family.
Shared on 25 August 2008
I lived, with my parents and brother and sister, in the 'School House' from 1956-1963. My mother [Mrs Maud Slater] was one of the teachers and taught in the school until her retirement in 1978. The school and house were demolished in 1963/4 when a new school was built. Although for much of my life in PC I was at boarding school /the army I have wonderful memories of my boyhood in the fields and woods around the village and the happy hours spent working, during the harvest, on Manor Farm for 2/- [10p] per hour. My last,passing,visit to PC was in 1997 when I noticed a marked change in the character of the village from agricultural [in the 50'/60s most, if not all, of the cottages were 'tied'] to a residential/commuter community. In 1961 I can only think of one commuter-Mr Paul of North Hall.
Shared on 28 January 2008
I was baptised in this church . . .
and so was my mum, her dad, his dad, his dad, etc etc.
I was born in Upper Wield in 1949. The churchyard is full of us Giles'
Shared on 01 November 2007
Gliding at Lasham with the 3rd East Kilbride Scouts
While I was the Scout Leader with the 3rd East Kilbride Scout Troop in the 1970s several of my scouts became interested in flying. After several sessions of model building we decided we needed to do some flying with real planes so I arranged a trip to Lasham Airfield in Hampshire, which was a very big adventure for young teenagers living in Scotland!
Two of my patrol leaders, Ian Croft and Andrew Parkes, joined me along with a fellow scout leader Douglas Johnston, and we were fortunate to get sponsored by British Airways with free flights between Glasgow and Gatwick. We slept in a dorm set up in an old decommissioned Comet airliner and enjoyed two days of training including an air experience flight in a Cessna. The boys loved it - except when I took the controls!
Great fun, great memories and great organisation by the Scouts who were based at Lasham and set everything up for us!
Shared on 30 September 2008
I went to school here from about 1971 when I had just turned 6 until the age of 11 when I was sent off to the Amery Hill Secondary, in nearby Alton.
The school house and St. Andrews Church played a huge part in my life back then as I was also in the Church Choir, Brownies & later the Girl Guides lead by Miss Jennifer Lines - who I adored. I was one of two girls to get sick with Scarlet Fever at this school and there was a big hush up so as not to panic the "simpleton villagers" as the Doctor put it. Charming! I then got Coxsackie Virus and I was off school for a long time that year and it was touch & go for a while. Prayers were said in Church and obviously they must have worked! :)
I hated my school days as the bullying was terrible - all the way through unfortunately, mainly by the same group of girls whom I will refrain from mentioning here, but may justice be upon their heads! My favourite teachers were Miss Hobbs and Mr. Dyson. The Head at the time was a Mr. Benson. I remember the kindness of the Chief cook - Mrs. Worcester (I have paid my respects at the Cemetery), teachers Mrs. Hill, Mrs. Westlake, Miss Pearce and the very awful Miss Shaw, who eventually found someone to marry her. That woman picked on me without mercy - big mistake! Dinner Ladies were Mrs. Bird & Mrs. Richards who hijacked the Brownies and took over at some point, God love 'em!
My family lived further out towards Fourmarks, in Station Rd, which then became Lymington Bottom Rd. We lived in a huge house called San Diego which became Vine Cottage after 1980. My father was the local plumber/builder, Peter Tayman and my Mother was Elizabeth. I had a brother called David. I was known as Kate back then.
My parents passed away tragically quite young and I am now living near Oz. I had a good career running my own business as a Mortician/Undertaker and retired early due to ill health. I am now a Parapsychologist & writer, living alone on an Island offshore Queensland with far too many pets and a yacht I never sail. I was married for 23 years with no surviving children and am on my 3rd engagement! Blessed be to any other schoolies who attended Medstead School...:)
Shared on 29 July 2008
