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Over Wallop, the Village c1965
Over Wallop, the Village c1965 Ref: O98022
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 Over Wallop, Rose Cottage c1965 (ref: O98024) |
Year: 1965
My Home
I lived in Rose Cottage from mid 1965 to July 1966 when we were posted to Germany. At the time it was divided into two cottages. Myself, my husband and my 6mths old son lived in no2 which was the cottage on the left side looking front on. My husband was in the army. We had a choice of Rose Cottage or Apple Tree Cottage in King Lane. My next door neighbour was Margaret also an Army wife. We spent a fair bit of time on our own whilst are husbands were on exercises, so we became involved with the church fete and we spent hours making fudge to sell on the stalls. We had a great time. While living there my son was very sick with whooping cough and a very kind local couple I had made friends with who lived on the 'new estate' [sorry I cannot remember their names] took us to the doctors in Nether Wallop. I also remember my neighbour and myself walking once a week to Middle Wallop to the air force camp to play bingo. I remember the Morris dancers dancing outside the pub, summer of 66. It was great fun living in Over Wallop, long country walks, bus trips to Salisbury and Andover. It was beautiful. Huge eggs at a shilling a dozen [cracked of course] from a local farm. Nothing ever tasted that good again. The property was placed on the market during our time there. I cannot remember if it was one or the two cottages for sale but I do remember the asking price was 5,000 pounds. I was 20yrs old at the time. I was from Liverpool and a long way from home but everybody made us very welcome. It was just one of lifes adventures of which I have had many since. My son turns 42 next year and I went on to have another 3 sons and a daughter. I now live with my 'new' husband in Tasmania, Australia. We are retired now and hope to come to England in the next few years and will certainly be visiting the Wallops. Thanks for this great site and rekindling some off my greatest memories. Last edited: 01/08/2006 11:13 by Mary Rowlands |
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 Middle Wallop, c1965 (ref: M272020) |
Year: 1946
RAF Middle Wallop
1946, I was stationed at RAF Middle Wallop and remember the village with watercress beds. Rationing was of the vogue but next to the aerodrome was a bungalow that always supplied eggs and chips to ever hungry airmen. If anyone remembers me please get in touch. Jack Lawford. Last edited: 03/03/2008 10:29 by Jack Lawford |
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Year: 1941
Water Colour Painting
I have two beautiful original water colour paintings of Nether Wallop. One is of St Andrews Church and the other is of a thatched cottage leading up to the church. Both are signed E Flower 41 and I was hoping someone may be able to help me find out more about this artist. Posted: 02/01/2008 13:54 by Peter Barclay |
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 Nether Wallop, the Square c1955 (ref: N156001) |
Year: 1986
The Square
I was the village policeman, 1986-1991. I used to stand on the bridge in the photograph on the days of a wedding to ensure the newly-weds could get out onto the main road without waiting, and to help guests leave 'in convoy' where necessary so as to follow each other to the reception. Weddings often attracted guests 'from the city' who would invariably still be driving around an hour later, having got lost 'in the country'! On a sadder note, I would do the same on the occasion of a funeral at St Andrews to allow the chief mourners to be on their way without any hold-up. Each year, the square was the scene of the church bazaar, I would invariably look after the bric-a-brac stall, the leftovers I'd take back to the beat house for collection by the dustmen. They must have wondered why I cleared out an entire attic every year..... The arrival of the 'Miss Marple' BBC crew saw the Square adorned with a glass-fibre Butter Cross. Times were that the old red telephone box was a contemporary scene filler, but when it was spirited away and replaced by a yellow monstrosity it had to be disguised. I made the glass-fronted parish notice board fixed to the wall of the village hall that would be directly behind the photographer, arranged and approved by Fred Mouland, then Chair of the PC. Memories! Posted: 22/12/2007 17:19 by Doug Dickson |
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Nether Wallop, the Square c1955 (ref: N156001) |
Year: 1940s
The Old Thatch
Ah, The Old Thatch. I remember it well, for this is where I grew up from the early 1940s until 1956. By today's standards it was grim: no heating, no running water, no flush loo - nothing. Yet it was a wonderful place in which to grow up and I will never lose my love for that old cottage. I still visit Nether Wallop whenever I can. Yes, that is indeed the Rev Hyne-Davy in the picture, as Eileen Wilmott says, but I have an idea that photo was taken by my father, who dabbled in a bit of village photography. I may be wrong: it may have been taken by Mr Hinwood. How well I remember the Hinwoods at the Post Office and filling station opposite, and the smell of freshly-baked bread each morning. And from just down the road the not-so-pleasant memory of the squealing of the occasional pig being slaughtered at Vigors, the butchers. But that was how life was. Immediately behind The Old Thatch was Hawkesworth's the grocers, then next to them was Boultons hardware and haberdashery etc, while right on the end was Miss Colgate's rather ramshackle fruit and veg shop. Doubt it would get past health and safety now, but we managed OK. Another thing I'll always remember is old Jock the roadsweeper. Lovely old guy. Every Christmas morning, before dawn, he would go round the village playing carols on his trumpet. There was something so wondrous and haunting about that sound. The Old Thatch is obviously now a very different house from how it was then - at least on the inside. Before we had mains water there was a hand-pump by the kitchen sink, and I remember now and again we used to get the odd worm or two pumped up. And when the river was high you could see the water very clearly between the floorboards in the living room. It never quite came over them, but it got very close. Moulands, the village builders, had to attend to things on more than one occasion. I remember the bedroom my parents slept in had the most incredible sloping floor - at least six inches from one end to the other - and the floorboards were from old ships, and very uneven. My father was a frequent visitor to The Five Bells, where he would meet and drink with the likes of Bill Muspratt and Charlie Purdue - and invariably come home late for lunch, risking the wrath of my mother. That could be a tense situation... I think the fondest memory I have of Nether Wallop is that of the actor James Roberston Justice's mother. She lived at what used to be Pyles Farm just up the hill past the Methodist Chapel, where my grandmother used to worship, and would always let me and a couple of friends have the run of her garden. She was having a lot of landscaping done at the time and we used to have a great time watching the bulldozers at work. It was there that I met a friend of hers, 'Chunky' Horne, who was a test pilot at Chilbolton for Supermarines. I was crazy about aircraft (still am), so it was very exciting to hear Chunky telling us about his flying on the prototypes of the Swift. Chunky was very handsome and drove an amazing Delage car with a long louvred bonnet. Every boy's idea of a hero. The day before I started public school, and feeling very miserable, Mrs Justice gave me an iced chocolate sponge she made for me. That was September 1956, but to this day I can recall the taste and texure of that cake. She was a lovely lady. Nether Wallop has changed so much - and yet so much remains the same. For me it will always be close to my heart. Halcyon days. Last edited: 05/02/2007 05:34 by Brian Rivas |
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