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Hampshire memories
Binsted When I Was A Child 1950/60s
SUMMER IN BINSTED
I remember summer!
It was more than one week in May
I remember it lasted six whole weeks
I remember summer!
It started with a train journey -
I remember great clouds of steam!
Haymaking, harvesting
Mice running for their lives!
Corn stooks, threshing
Juddering and jarring
Playing cricket non-stop
Stalks scratching little legs
Mr Bunce’s horse and cart
Secrets in the village shop
Long walks and church bells
Visiting the cousins
Rooks cawing, cows milking
Farm sights and country smells
The river where I learnt to swim
The little general shouting
He may have ruled a battlefield
But not my life and limb!
Hop picking, green fingers
Great fires, drying rooms
Swinging over slatted floors -
And still the smell lingers!
I remember summer
It ended with a train journey -
I remember great clouds of smokey steam!
Binsted School
I can still remember the day I started school. My Mum walked me from Isington to Binsted, I didn't know exactly where I was going and when we got to the school we had to go up these steps that were overhung with trees, it reminded me of a green tunnel.
I was shown my coat peg - it was a red ball! Then my Mum left me, she never told me where she was going or why I wasn't allowed to go with her. I felt really lost and lonely. My cousin Dianne helped me make friends that day and she kept an eye on me until my Mum came to pick me up.
My Mum Annie Spreadbury
My mum was born in Wintney Hartney near Binsted and went to school here.
These are her memories.
The school was staffed by nuns (maybe two). She remembers that one of them was very handy with the cane on knuckles! But she also remembers the kindness. She came from a typical large, poor family, which was rent apart when her mother died when Mum was only 9. In the winter she would be given a baked potato by the kind nun. This would keep her hands warm all morning, and be eaten at lunchtime.
Relationships
I met my husband at the Bull Inn, Bentley and we lived and worked there together for 2 years before we moved up to Newcastle to raise our 2 wonderful daughters. I am just wondering if Mary and Peter are still running the old place?
Lord Wandsworth College - John Edgar Smith Born 27 March 1922
I wonder if you may have known John Edgar Smith (School No. 293) in the 'thirties'?
My beloved John always spoke very fondly of his years at Lord Wandsworth College, Long Sutton, as . . . 'some of the happiest years of my life'!' Because his father had died, before he was born on 27th March 1922, John became eligible for a scholarship at the college from the age of possibly, eight or ten years. (uncertain of date) Throughout the long years, he maintained his friendships with many old boys, writing long letters, some 12 to 14 pages, once or twice yearly.
Time, as it always will . . . had reduced those numbers to just a handful. When we first met in 2006, he was still corresponding with at least three of them. I recall him telling me how he attended his last school reunion, when he visited Hampshire with his daughter Jenny, in 1998.
Sadly, John is no longer with us, having suffered... Read more
Manor Farm
I plan to create my own memories of Long Sutton one day, but in the meantime does any one have any knowledge of the Harris family who originally came from Manor Farm (1800's) most of whom moved to Winchester in the 1900's? James, born in 1816, was my Gr Gr Gr/father and we have no knowledge of any of my family prior to my Dad. Any photos of Manor House or Manor Farm would be fantastic. I moved to South Australia from Surrey so all my research is a bit tricky! Rena
Treloar Hospital
I was a patient in this hospital in 1955 when I was ten years old. There were very caring nurses and also a hospital school which helped me immensely during my stay of about two months. At that time I believe it was named The Lord Mayor Treloar hospital for Crippled Children. Not very "P C" by 21st century standards of description!
Anyway, the nurses were truly excellent and they needed to be as so many of us were long stay patients and in the 1950's the visiting hours were extremely limited so young children missed their families. In fine weather our beds were wheeled out on to a terrace and I can remember having some arithmetic lessons there. I recovered fully from surgery to both of my feet and went home with plaster casts and eventually was able to do everything I wanted - cycling, cross-country running and much much later morris dancing!
