South Baddesley, Hampshire

I went to school in Pilley but I was born in Sway

I went  to school in Pilley. My teacher was a Miss Figgins, she was fantastic, she taught my father too, Fred Woodburn. We lived at the bungalow, Sandy Down, After  my Gran Died  Annie Woodburn  shes laid to rest in boulder grave yard along with my grandad Walter Woodburn and my uncle Bill Tosdevine.sadly the Bungerlow isnt there any more. We... [more]

Lymington in the 1940s

My maternal grandmother and mother were both born in Lymington, my mother attending the grammar school in Brockenhurst (I remember as a small boy her pointing it out to me from the train). In 1944, when the V1 'doodlebugs' started falling, it was decided that my mother, my sister and I should leave our home in London to join my... [more]

Miss Meriel Alexander

Who was Muriel Alexander? I have a scrapbook that she put together after the 1st World World. I think she was very much involved with organising trips to visit war graves and monuments for families of the fallen. Would be very interested to hear from family or anyone that remembers the family, they lived at the Old Manor, Boldre.

Chanting at dusk

My parents were managers of The Montague Arms for a short while. On sunny days I was allowed to cycle to Hythe and back. I was twelve and fit enough to reach Hythe within half-an-hour! I heard rumours from the staff at the hotel that the Abbey nearby was haunted by the ancient monks who had lived there.... [more]

My whole life

I have lived in Everton my whole life. I love the village. I am a respectable citizen of Everton and have lived for nearly 18 years in Frys Lane.
I hope other people enjoy the atmosphere as much as I do.
Makeala x

Pub Name

Is anyone able to tell me the name of what I presume is a Pub in the photo (just after the thatched cottage) - I am researching my family history and find all my ancestors come from Brockenhurst and the surrounding areas. I would be grateful if anyone was able to enlighten me about this pub name.

The village Bakery

Who else remembers the smell of that freshly baked bread coming from the bakery here, on the very left of the photo (where the chimneys are)? As I child in the 1960s I would volunteer to go to the bakers and rush home with that hot, freshly baked loaf and devour both crusts.

The Bakery

Who else remembers the smell of that freshly baked bread coming from the bakery here, on the very left of the photo (where the chimneys are)? As I child in the 1960s I would volunteer to go to the bakers and rush home with that hot, freshly baked loaf and devour both crusts.