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Memories of Stubbington
Loving in Stubbington
I was born in stubb, 11 south ways. Went to mr farthings school , He was the head
Master, I remember mr fletcher and mrs upsson? My maiden name was madgwick mum and dad were sent to south ways. I was there 5 years before you had 3 brothers and 1 sister we went to the lee tower to the tanner pictures and the outside swimming pool at lee as well?I loved living there but we were moved to fareham, went to the embassy and savoy cinema there.
Stubbington House Memories
I was a pupil at Stubbington House from 1953 ‘till 1958 and my step-father, too, was in the Navy. It’s extraordinary to read the memories of those whose names are now starting to come back to me, particularly Fogarty and Madden. It has brought back so many memories which I had almost forgotten, although I cannot remember many of the masters’ names. I do, however, remember the headmaster, Foster, who was almost invariably referred to as “Gov (or Guv)”, as in “Cave Guv!”. The strong smell of his pipe tobacco still lingers in my mind and has brought a shiver to my spine on the few occasions when I have smelt a similar tobacco since. I also remember the beastly Latin master - Jones I think his name was. I remember once, when I was playing with my friends, he said: “Maunder, how can you always be so happy? You have no right to be happy when you are so lazy and hopeless at Latin.” I just laughed at him... Read more
Stubbington House / Fosters School in Stubbington
I never went to Stubbington House School, however, I have lived in Stubbington for 70 years. I loved the buildings and the daffodils on the front lawn, the walled kitchen garden on the corner of Bells Lane; the school was almost self sufficient with a dairy and kitchen garden surrounded by high walls in Bells Lane. I remember the buildings by the entrance in Stubbington Lane always had swallows nests under the roof eaves. The main entrance was in Park Lane, the other was in Bells Lane; all still there today but with different uses. Does anyone remember and know the name of the large manor styled house in Bells Lane that some of the teachers lived in (I delivered papers there in the 1950's)? It has now the Catholic Church on the site. Also the firing range that was in buildings the other side of Stubbington lane. I also saw my first game of rugby played here, as I peered through the hedges... Read more
I taught at Stubbington House to see whether teaching was my metier, with Andrew Walters and John Bardolph, still good friends. I remember Mr Field, an MCC member, who occasionally took cricket nets and we always imagined him as ages older than us. Actually less than five years!
John Renton was studying Spanish in his 90's. A kindly fellow whose only son, Nick, sadly died in an accident in New Zealand very young.
It seemed an idyllic year, with willing and cheerful pupils. I hope they have all done well. They deserved to.
The summer term I took 2nd XI cricket and was talked out of our winning by a rival Headmaster, who I did not wish to offend. Nicholas Graham had 37 runs at tea time and should have been awarded a new bat if we had elected to continue after tea. Sorry Nicholas. I have never trusted rival Heads again!
I taught middle school Maths and the youngest -... Read more
Prep School Immediately After World War Two
Although I come from a professional musical family my father was a career naval officer so perhaps it was not surprising I was sent to Stubbington. Arriving as a boarder aged seven in 1946 was quite a tough experience. The School was steeped in largely naval tradition, exercised strict discipline with corporal punishment and had an air of formality. Looking back I guess it had a place in society at the time but would now be regarded as a complete anachronism. I recall the library being filled with the photos of numerous distinguished old boys including 6 holders of the VC, with pride of place given to the Antarctic explorer Robert Falcon Scott. The games fields were very extensive. As time went on I grew to like the place and have many fond memories. Such a shame the old main building had to be demolished (see Hampshire library archives) but today the grounds seem to be well used for public recreation. ... Read more
Stubbington at Ascot
I went to Stubbington House School, joining in the term that it moved to Ascot in Berkshire. It merged with Boxgrove School from Guildford and was run by two headteachers, Renton and 'Arthur' Moore. I was generally happy there, with the exception of Latin with Arthur who made my life in his lessons a living hell. His teaching style combined fearsome rages against selected pupils (me!), bullying, sarcasm and extreme obseqiousness towards parents. I loathed the man. I still dream about him. He looked like Hitler without the moustach and pictures of Hitler still make me shiver with fear because of the likeness! His appalling example led me to believe teaching could be so much more inspiring and effective that I resolved, during one of his chalk throwing, hair pulling rages to become a teacher myself and show him how it could be done! After 20 years as Deputy Head in a large and successful comprehensive school I do not regret that decision but my anger towards the man has never abated.... Read more
Stubbington House School Teachers
I read with interest Peter Madden's memories. I remember Madden, we were all known by surnames. Just to jog a few more memories, there was Miss Critten's partner Miss Stapleton, they taught the juniors - Donkey Dyer - Williams (French) - Bawtree - (Geography) - Jones (Latin), he was a dead eye dick with the blackboard duster - and a teacher with a tin leg, Mc something, I forgot, oh and Cheshire, he had a glass eye, quite a motley crew really. I think back to when I was there, 1952-1958, and it was a very happy time really, I was very sporty and there was plenty of opportunity for that. I agree with Madden about Sarge (sports), he was a great guy. He taught us to shoot a rifle as well in the indoor range, where can anybody have the opportunity to do that these days? We were very lucky. One other quick memory was a trip to a minesweeper named after the school - happy days, eh!
Thank you Lorraine for the many memories you brought back. I lived in Queens Crescent from when I was born in 1956 until I moved to Australia in 1968. I also remember the bakery on the corner of the lane by the school and the row of cottages alongside which then housed the doctors surgery, Mr Davies the chemist, The Red Lion with the budgies out the back, the Post Office where I would receive parcels, the wool shop where I'd have to go with Mum. The infant school where I thought the hooks from the ceiling was for suspending naughty boys. I remember going to the Junior school, the Rec with the air-raid shelters and the old school which in later years I found out was the very important Stubbington House School. I remember Harvest Festivals in the Holy Rood Church, the village fetes, the chimney sweep that was also the scout leader, hours of cycling around the area, Mr Bott the Butcher, the Ironmonger,... Read more