Nostalgic memories of Sandridge'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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Lived in the Village for quite a few years, married my Australian bride on 4th March 1972, Jack, landlord of the Queens Head gave the bride away as her parents couldn't attend due to being in Australia. Rev. Handford conducted the ceremony. Returned to the village during a holiday in 2016. Best Sunday roast in the Queens Head. Now residing in Adelaide Australia. Sad to say some of my dear friends from those wonderful times are no longer with us.
We were married there on 21 March 1964 and later that year emigrated to Australia. Right now we are planning to visit St Leonards as our 50th anniversary approaches, next year. This is an unfamiliar view to me, I like looking at the lych gate and wonder if it is still standing? And the organ playing our music for the day. Rev Handford was the vicar then. And I remember a pub very nearby too. Just enlarged the picture and can see the lych gate and the pub. It all looks very well kept.
One motor car - Charles Wilcox - and the dust would have been raised to make photography impossible. But probably nothing passed all day and you could sleep in the middle of the road. I remember Sandridge in the 1950s when I went to the appalling Aylesford House School.