Hascombe

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Childhood in Hascombe during wartime.

I was born in 2 Pound Cottages in 1940. It was the home of my maternal grandparents Arthur John and Katie May Street. He was a gardener who worked for Col. Harper at Lamberts. I recall a house in Godalming that was hit by a bomb and being embarrassed by furniture on view! There was a lone grave in what is now the churchyard extension at St Peter's of a German airman who had been found dead on Hascombe Hill. I am told that his body has since been returned to his family. Nurse Caines exercising her goats on their leads was a frequent sight if one were walking in the countryside. She ministered ...read more here
Contributed by Hilda Jean Waddington

Childhood in Hascombe during wartime.

I was born in 2 Pound Cottages in 1940. It was the home of my maternal grandparents Arthur John and Katie May Street. He was a gardener who worked for Col. Harper at Lamberts. I recall a house in Godalming that was hit by a bomb and being embarrassed by furniture on view! There was a lone grave in what is now the churchyard extension at St Peter's of a German airman who had been found dead on Hascombe Hill. I am told that his body has since been returned to his family. Nurse Caines exercising her goats on their leads was a frequent sight if one were walking in the countryside. She ministered ...read more here
A memory of Hascombe contributed by Hilda Jean Waddington

Across the years!

My Grandmother, Grace Mary Enticknap (later Gravett) was born in Hambledon in 1906. I have just found this out researching my family history, and am so excited to find these old photographs of the village - and nearby Witley where she and her family also lived at one stage. Now I can imagine what life was like for her, her parents and siblings ... what a beautiful place to live! She and her husband later emigrated to South Africa, along with my mum and dad and me (as an infant). I grew up there but recently moved back to England in my old age! I do hope I can visit Hambledon soon. But if anyone knew the Enticknaps (her dad George ...read more here
A memory of Hambledon contributed by Lucille Parker

Growing up in Hambledon

There were only 25 children in our tiny school, which was a shock when we got to middle school! We used to play up the common and when the nuns from St. Domonic's rang the bell for 6pm we all knew it was time to go in. On Sundays Mrs Jackson's grandchildren would come up from Chiddingfold and she'd take us all for long walks stopping along the way to pick up more friends. My best friend was Tessa! We'd spend our days horse riding or playing on the track behind our houses getting under my dad's feet till he made us a fantastic rope swing from a tall tree. We used to spin each other round on it till we ...read more here
A memory of Hambledon contributed by stella turner