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Upper Froyle, the Village 1907

Upper Froyle, the Village 1907
 
 

Upper Froyle, the Village 1907 Ref: 57256

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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!





Shared on 15 June 2009 by Sue Percival.

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.

Shared on 15 June 2009 by Sue Percival.

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.

Shared on 01 October 2006 by Linda Cox.

Photo of Bentley, the Bull Inn c1955

Bentley, the Bull Inn c1955
Ref: b775003

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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?

Shared on 23 August 2009 by Pauline Crane.

Photo of Long Sutton, Village 1904

Long Sutton, Village 1904
Ref: 51320

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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 a massive heart attack whilst he sat in his old familiar chair at his dining table writing another of his long letters, this last one to his old school friend Wilf Goodman on Good Friday last, 21st March 2008 . . . his head resting on his arm, the pen still held in his fingers . . . when found.  

For many years John had corresponded regularly with Peter Lilley as they shared a mutual interest in vintage motor cars.

Some of the other names and numbers I have noted are as follows:-
Peter Lilley - 369; Stan Davies, 'Taddy'; 'Potter' James; Wilf Goodman - 256; Jim Calver - 285; Bill Glenny; Bob Parsons - 291 who started 'The Collegiate Orpheans' which was the first School Band; and Dennis Parsons - 278.

By his own admission, John was also 'a pretty fair entertainer', which he said was something he had always wanted to do since the early age of 3 or 4 years when he entertained by performing for his grandparents, or anyone else who happened to be there at the time. He was always a member of the Church Choir, which was something he enjoyed immensely. During his time in the RAF, he took part in numerous Camp Shows, and 'was doing 'stand-up' comedy long before the term had ever been heard of'. He became what is known in the trade as a 'Variety Entertainer'.

In 1964, accompanied by his second wife Elena, and his daughter Jenny, John travelled to Australia on the liner 'Orcades', under the Australian Emigration Scheme and lived in Sydney for a about 25 years. Shortly after arriving, he joined the Roneo Australian Company for eight years; and from there, went on to become one of Remington's top salesmen in Australia. He stayed with Remington until he finally retired in 1987. At the same time he was working pretty regularly as an entertainer with a 'Two Man Show', with a pianist; which they successfully took around the Clubs in Sydney.

In 1989, a decision was made to move to the Hunter Valley region of New South Wales, to Bolwarra Heights, where John lived with his beautiful Elena until she died in 1996. He was always very highly regarded by all those who knew him either, as a colleague, neighbour or friend. He possessed an incredible sense of good humour and care and concern for his friends and fellow man. In a word, unforgettable!

As his partner, I was privileged and proud to be, his last love, for the last two years of his life. John penned the following words . . . 'I have lived a very long and very happy life. I was always cared for as a child, and cared about as a man. I have been luckier than any man ever has any right to expect to be!' In our short time together, we always shared so much laughter and happiness. He was such a gentle, perfect English gentleman and wrote many beautiful poems for me which I cherish, dearly.

In May 2009, his adored daughter Jenny, will be taking her father's ashes 'home' to Hampshire, home to England, the land of his birth. My thoughts will go with them.

If you knew John Smith at any time within his eighty six years, minus six days, you might also care to think of him as 'returning home'. You might also like to raise a glass and have a jolly, good, hearty laugh . . . as you recall your happiest times spent in his company and say . . .

'So good to have you home!' He'd like that . . . I'm certain he would!

There will never be another such extra-ordinary man as John Edgar Smith (1922-2008) Dearly loved Father of Jenny and Patrick, and of stepson Ashton Cleary-Fox;
and loved Grandad and Great-Grandad, to their children.
  
Barbara Tester - Queensland  Australia

Shared on 13 March 2009 by Barbara Tester.

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