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Memories of Seabrook
Army Training Near Shorncliffe
I completed several training tours with 39th Signal Regiment and later 10th Signal Regiment at Shorncliffe around 1970. I recall setting up a "bivvy" in the training area for a whole week one frosty November on a "Detachment Commanders Course". The rough and ready camping aspect and appalling weather was no problem as I had previous experience with the Scouts. What I did find tough was the firing ranges. We used two: the main one was the rifle range at Hythe with targets up to 1000 yards. It was a shingle beach and dunes area so on the advance to target when you got close enough it was possible to kick the shingle at the target! We used the 762 self loading rifle with a horrible kick to it if you failed to hold it firmly into the shoulder. My ears would ring for a day or so afterwards. The other was the "Close Quarter Battle Range" to improve our skill with the Browning 9mm pistol. I... Read more
My sister and I would visit my grandparents in Cheriton and straight away off we would go up the hills, the trick, when the wind was blowing, was to see how far you could "lay on the wind". Later we would find many rabbits who had myxamytosis, very sad. Those were the days when children could run free in the hills without worry. There was a place behind the hills where the original channel tunnel was started I believe in the 40's. My mother was disgusted at the idea of cutting through the hills. When my mother died my sister and I spread her ashes on the hills overlooking the new channel tunnel and whenever I go through it I say a silent prayer "its OK mum, only me!"
Caesar's Camp 1948
Hi Su, I also have happy memories of playing on the hills behind Cheriton when visiting my grandparents. Much more fun than going to the beach. We (my sisters, brother and myself) would cut through the allotments and raid a couple of carrot beds on our way to supplement our picnic of sandwiches and National Health orange squash (lovely). We would spend a whole day playing in the hills, and my parents were happy with t he knoweldge that we were safe. Ceasar's Camp, a large and precious memory of my very happy childhood.
Sylvia Mulley (nee Hastings)
Little Boys & Dusty Lanes
My husband and his family came from Cheriton and surrounding districts. He attended this school from age 5yrs through to school leaving, for a short trial apprenticeship with the local butcher.
His mother and father were keen, of course, especially as in those days the apprentices received 'bonus' in the form of a selection on Saturday mornings. Sausages for the youngest, chops, then 'cuts and joints' for the proven staff.
Knowing him as I did, later, it is easy to appreciate that butchering would never be his calling. He transferred to building & carpentry then v.v.successful nursing career after his period in the Aircraft section of RAF.
Which made all the funnier his humorously recalled walks to and from school in the company of other local little boys who apparently, to liven up warm walks home int he afternoons would have 'writing one's name' and 'distance' competitions in the dusty lane....the pencil and ink being left to your imaginations !! :-)) ... Read more
Lives in Cheriton High Street
From early 1920's until the late 1970's my husband's family occupied homes in Cheriton. At first in Whitby Road, then for many years at 129 Cheriton High Street, next to their good friends the Priestleys.
Names associated with them were also the Horton Family, the Nokes and the Guigan/Carsons.
Hubby, now sadly gone, used to fondly recall that his parents drank rarely but on fine summer Saturday afternoons would stroll, hand-in-hand through the years, to the high street public house, for 'a half' in the gardens.
All 'the boys' were in the services and came and went as necessary.
Their parents though remained, taking in youngsters from time-totime during the bombing and providing the solid background these building suggest to be the nature of the locals.
All Soul's School
Yes the place is All Soul's School. I went there from 1957 to 1964. My name was Jayne Thompson then. I lived in Cheriton High Street. I'm trying to find out the name of the butcher's which used to be next to the library. It's now part of the bank. Mr. Ives was a butcher there and Mrs. Reading the cashier. Can anyone remember it? I went to school with Susan Ives.