Upperton, the Village 1912
Upperton, the Village 1912 Ref: 64900
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Having spent a beautiful morning walking around Surrey, we decided to visit villages with stupid names. We ended up at Balls Cross. Balls Cross consists of a house, 2 cars, a public bin and grass. No Balls and certainly no crossing - absolutely hopeless. If anybody is looking for villages in the UK with stupid names - I would avoid this one - there is nothing to see. (Plus I needed the toilet badly - not even a coffee shop - useless!)
Shared on 16 November 2009
My father Frederick George Standing grew up at Colhook Common, Ebernoe. His schooling was done at Ebernoe School, which was next to the church. The school is now a private house. He married Mary Grace Cooper at Ebernoe church. He was a member of the cricket and football team. He continued to play for Ebernoe cricket team as did his brother Harold (Son). Nearly every Saturday we would be bundled into the car and off we would go to Ebernoe for yet another game of cricket. My brother and I enjoyed it as we were able to catch up with our cousins (Harold's children). Tea time would approach and my mother and Aunt Kath would walk us all down to Colhook Common to have tea with my grandmother. We would stay there until Dad and Uncle had finished their game and came and collected us, to go the Balls Cross pub for after match drinks. It was better still if the game was at Easebourne, as my Aunt Reeves did the teas for the cricket game and my Uncle Sam played for Easebourne Cricket Club. If we got bored as kids do we went for hikes around the church, and down to a small lake that is behind it. There we spent many an hour mucking around. I visited Dad and Mum in 1998 from Australia and we visited the old church, which 50 years before was where they were married. Dad showed me where his father had put his initals in the wall that surrounds the church, he helped to build it. Nothing much had changed at Ebernoe, however my gran's half house is now privately owned and is one big house. I remember there was a well outside of the back door. She had lived there for most of her life. Ebernoe as with a couple other places have a place in my heart. Those were happy days.
Shared on 24 August 2009
Graffham, the Village c1955
Ref: G195013
Chelsea Cottage (used to be Bridgers Cottage)
I used to have holidays in Graffham with my Great-Aunt, Lottie Bridger. We loved climbing the hill; collecting eggs from the chickens and even the adventure of visiting the outside toilet. My family lived in Graffham, going right back to the 1500s, and I still have a wonderful feeling when I visit the village. My aunt had no running water, except in the wash house outside, where the washing had to be boiled in a copper. Earlier than that, water was collected from the well in the front garden, which is now cemented over. Her father, James Bridger built the tiny chapel by the side of Ladywell Cottage. He was a non conformist and wanted to worship in his own way. When he died of diphtheria, after nursing his son Harry, who had the same illness, he was carried into the chapel, which he loved. We used to shop in the Post Office which is now closed. My grandmother was born in 1878 in the pub called "The Woodman", which is now a private house. My great-grandmother Maria used to make home made wine, which they used to call Samson because it was so strong. She said they used to be lying in the ditches all the way to Heyshott after drinking it. When I was a child I can remember the postman coming and waiting for my aunt to finish her letter. Letters could be delivered the same day.
I can remember warm sunny days climbing the downs with the scent of honeysuckle and wild roses drifting across. As I lived in a town it was like heaven to have a holiday there.
Shared on 22 March 2007
In 1956 we lived in Fittleworth (Orchard House) while I attended Midhurst Grammar School. I could listen to the church clock chime the hours if I woke up at night.
I would like to hear from anyone who was there then.
David Morris
Victoria, B.C.
Canada
Shared on 27 August 2009
My husband inherited a watercolour of a barn entitled 'Fittleworth 1882' by the artist named above - it could read Hry N Hussey for Henry - but not clear. We wondered whether anyone could shed any light
Shared on 10 August 2009
