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Eastleigh, the Swimming Pool c1955
Eastleigh, the Swimming Pool c1955 Ref: E167316
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Year: 1953
Swimming Pool Drinks
Wow! I had almost forgotten about this pool. I have already recorded memories of swimming in the rivers at Bishopstoke, but when there was an epidemic of Polio we were all stopped from going into the river and went to the swimming pool instead. My favourite memory was having a cup of hot Bovril after an afternoon in the pool. It did become very crowded as it served Eastleigh as well as Bishopstoke and Fairoak. The girls changing booths were one side and the boys the other, although I think it was cheaper if you used the open hut at the far end. The name A Webb on photographs rings bells, as my mother had one and I believe she went to school with him. His name was Arthur if that helps at all. Sorry cannot provide any further details as Mum passed two years ago. Posted: 30/11/2007 14:37 by Barbara R Bryan |
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My name is Malcolm Snow, I was born in 1939. I grew up in 7, Bleinheim Rd. My Dad was Les Snow from Fair Oak, and Flo Jennings from Eastleigh, Grandparents where Frank and Annie Snow, and Louisa Jennings later to be Mellish. Grandad Jennings was killed in WW1. Our house was demolished to make way for the Salvation Army building in Bleinheim Rd, and my Grandma Mellish's house made way for the swan shopping centre. My parents later moved to 6, Doncaster Rd. I went to school in Chamberlayne Rd, Headmaster was Alan Shotter?. My first job was with James Hand and Son Milk Deliveries, and then a Meat man next to Lord Ranks estate at Sutton Scotney. I then worked in Prices bakery, Leigh Rd working with the Parnell family, I then went to work in Ford, and later in Pirelli's. I remember my friends were Michael Street, Malcolm Winter, Jimmy Alderslade and Michael Stracey. Does anyone remember Barney Barnes the pie man next door to Sheppards the Butcher, and Bendons the furniture shop. The Bakers near the bus station was Jarvis. Also Symonds the Bakers. Next to my Nan's house @ 6, Bleinheim Rd was a lady who sold flowers. Mr Bristow was the manager at the Co Op Bakery. Last edited: 13/02/2008 09:19 by First Name Last Name |
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Year: 1956
HILLIKERS FAGGOTS
My Nan and Grandad lived on the corner of Factory Road, and Cranbury Road, opposite Stan Brehaut the photographer, who went on to work with Jack Hargreaves in his programme 'Out of Town'. The Centre of Eastleigh holds such fond memories for me, but especially the faggots and savoury duck shop, with Mrs Hilliker (I think) behind the counter. There used to be a cat sat on the counter when you went in, no health and safety in those days!! The smell was amazing, but in the week, it also smelt of the railway men that used to call in for their lunch, as she had a dining room at the back of the shop. Clemoes shops in Eastleigh, I actually went to school with John Clemoes, Pinks the Butchers next to Woolworths, and a stationery shop just along the road from Woolies, and a milliners.Opposite were the public loos, where the lady sat and smiled as you went in. There was a 'boot/leather' man in Market street, and the smell from there as you walked past was lovely. Cyril Ayley, the bike man in the top end of market street, my dad actually made fishing rods which Cyril sold in his shop. Next to him was Shepherds the butcher, and these shops were near Radio Rentals, which in turn was opposite the bus station, where my mum worked as a clippie. The two cinemas, The Picture House and the Regal, were opposite each other, and next to the Picture House was the fish shop where my aunt worked, and as a teenager the only place to be seen was the Imperial, above Burtons (now). I grew up in Nightingale Avenue, when the houses were new, we had been moved from the nissen huts in Chestnut Avenue, and the Polish refugees then moved into the huts. I went to school in Cranbury Road, and as a teenager went to the youth club at St Fancis of Assisi, with the Rev Julian Eagle. We had such good times there, and he also told us that if we came to church on Sunday evening, he would let us have an extra club night after church, so we all went. The green hut in Stoneham Lane, where I went tap dancing and did acrobats, and then we would put a show on in the Town Hall. I know I'm jumping from one year/decade to another, but there is so much to say!! Posted: 21/12/2007 12:57 by Jacqueline Jackson |
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 Eastleigh, the Swimming Pool c1955 (ref: E167316) |
Year: 1953
Swimming Pool Drinks
Wow! I had almost forgotten about this pool. I have already recorded memories of swimming in the rivers at Bishopstoke, but when there was an epidemic of Polio we were all stopped from going into the river and went to the swimming pool instead. My favourite memory was having a cup of hot Bovril after an afternoon in the pool. It did become very crowded as it served Eastleigh as well as Bishopstoke and Fairoak. The girls changing booths were one side and the boys the other, although I think it was cheaper if you used the open hut at the far end. The name A Webb on photographs rings bells, as my mother had one and I believe she went to school with him. His name was Arthur if that helps at all. Sorry cannot provide any further details as Mum passed two years ago. Posted: 30/11/2007 14:37 by Barbara R Bryan |
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Year: 1930s
A. Webb photographers
I am looking for my mothers beginnings she was fostered for 6 years. She was born in 1929 in Southampton and as I have no relations to ask about her 1st 6 years it is a mystery where she was during these years. I have few photo,s of her but one is her age 10 months on a postcard layout and the photographer was A Webb Eastleigh. Has anybody heard of him? Would really appreciate any memories of this photographer with a clue to my mothers whereabouts at that time Thanks Diana White Wincanton Somerset Posted: 22/08/2006 22:43 by Diana White |
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 Bishopstoke, the Village c1955 (ref: b693002) |
Year: 1930s
Number 2 Montague Terrace A memory of Bishopstoke, Hampshire Barbara Brian. I loved reading your memories of Montague Terrace and I thank you for them. Were you the young Miss Andrews that rode that posh bicycle and lived behind the shop and did your dad at times teach tap dancing in the shop store that had large placards built against it? I remember Mr Andrews very well, a little man that wore a sports jacket, cap and glasses. I may have the wrong Miss Andrews, I hope it's you. First may I tell you who I am and perhaps you may remember little Freddie Cannock from number 2, whose father kept his little car in your father's yard just by the old mill. My father has only just died at over a hundred. We moved into number 2 in about 1932. At that time Mr Andrews was the first shop on the corner at Riverside, then Baker's the milk shop who had just moved in, then Mr Punker the butcher with his two sons and a daughter, next the Miss Malpus and two sisters in grocery and then Mr and Mrs Richardson also grocery. We then came to the post office and I believe a Mr Marsh. The next shop was up Spring Lane that in turn was a fish and chip shop I believe and then for a long time a bicycle repair shop and later during the war had a petrol pump. On then to the corner with the Co-op, across the road dear Mrs Turner and Miss Humby (later I delivered newspapers for them), it was then Mr Mullock the shoe repair man and then Mr Gibson, a very kind man that always gave us kids sweets if we shopped there. Now for the school in Church Road. When I started in 1933 the seniors were about to leave so the teachers that you mention I cannot remember but those I do were: Miss Hawkins, Street, Bates, Moore (head of infants and a lovely kind lady), we then had a Miss Pike and then Mr Waterhouse then in 1939 the war began and the boys and girls were separated and sent to Eastleigh. I too bathed in the rivers of Bishopstoke in those long summer days when we would take a jam sandwich and a bottle containing water and lemonade powder to the meadows and when the bottle was empty we drank from the river (I can still taste it). We played at night under the gas light outside your dad's shop, Elsie White and her sister Joyce, Joan Williams and my friend Bob and all the other kids from Montague Terrace until our mothers would call our names and it was time for bed. Let me describe the interior of number 2. The front door with its blistered green paint and a letter box minus its flap and if you put your finger in you felt a string, give it a pull and you were in. A narrow passage with a door to your right into the front room only to be used at Christmas when the fire was lit and for the first hour a strong smell of damp to be superseded by the smell of oranges and spices. At the foot of the stairs another door to the right led into the kitchen and our main living room. It was in there that we ate by gaslight warmed by the little heat from the coal stove with the oven. We would sit on hard chairs all evening around this little fire burning our fronts and freezing on our backs whilst sprats sizzled in the pan and at other times there was winkles for tea. Down one step and you were into the scullery a dark and dismal place. There was no light down there so at night we kept the kitchen door open with the aid of a flat iron. There was only one water tap in the house and it was there in the corner with a very primitive shallow sink where we did the pots, pans and dishes and also washed ourselves. Our bathing facilities hung on a wall in the back yard. There were three bedrooms up stairs each with it's own little fire only to be lit if Doctor Symons was coming. So many more memories and little space to record them. Please can I go back for just one day to laugh again with the kids of Montague Terrace. Thankyou. Last edited: 11/08/2008 12:03 by Frederick Cannock |
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