Winchfield, Winchfield Church c1965
Winchfield, Winchfield Church c1965 Ref: w108072
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I have very happy memories of staying with my grand-parents in Hartley Wintney right next to the common aged 5yr-7yrs. My grand-father kept chickens and we were allowed to feed them and collect the eggs. Did anyone know my grand-father? His name was William James Benwell?
Shared on 10 September 2009
I was born in the village in a nursing home, that was in January 1949, just up from the old police station on the opposite side of the A30. Then I grew up in 13 Mildmay Terrace with my mother, father, grandmother and grandfather, their name was Alfred and Hilda Denton. When I was about 4 we moved to 7 Weir Road and Dad kept chickens at the top of the garden. I have a lot of happy memories from that time. My brothers and sisters were born at 7 Weir Road.
Shared on 29 August 2009
When I moved to live on the Cricket Green with my parents in 1947, the previous tenants were called Bacon, and for many years afterwards, people would say "Oh you live in Bacons' old house" - my mother would seethe! My brother Richard was born in 1948 and our younger brother Patrick arrived in 1950, always doing his own thing, and was delivered by my mother on the kitchen floor - the baby born in a bucket, as he was reminded for many years. When I married in 1965 at St Thomas More RC Church in Mildmay Terrace, we borrowed a piano from the Stewart family at Longfield Cottage - ours was the second wedding held at the church. Many happy memories of childhood and beyond of Hartley Wintney - my children spent many holidays with their grandparents, playing on the green, feeding the ducks on Causeway Pond and blackberrying on Hazeley Heath with their Grandma Vaughan. I learned to score for cricket matches, something I thoroughly enjoyed until marrying my sailor Michael and moving away - but often returning to be with my family. My parents are remembered by we three siblings with a seat in the Millennium Orchard on Hunts Common; another close by is in memory of Richard who died aged 56 in 2005, leaving a loving family; we have come to love this orchard, a project dreamed up by Patrick when he was Parish Clerk to the village, a job he thoroughly enjoyed doing. Sadly Patrick died of cancer in August 2008 - his funeral at St John's was joyful and attended by so many friends, family and colleagues, followed by a wake at the Cricket Clubhouse on the Green, yards from "Bacons old house" where he lived for almost 58 years.
Today Mike and I drove to the Apple Day celebration in Victoria Hall, meeting our daughter and her two children, Ruth Vaughan (Richard's widow) their two daughters and three grandchildren - Pat's death is still raw, but we all talked about him and later went to the orchard, which is where Patrick's ashes will eventually be scattered. I am so very fortunate to have been connected with Hartley Wintney for sixty years. Still known by my maiden name - YOU know, that Heather Vaughan who married a sailor! Incidentally, our home is clearly seen in the 1960 picture of the Cricket Green - I can see the porch built by my father.
Shared on 19 October 2008
This not exactly a memory but I have a copy of a book called Elvetham which was a privately printed account of Queen Elizabeth's visit there in 1591 & presented to Her Majesty by the Earl of Hertford in commemoration of her visit. I wondered if anyone could tell me anything about this? My family lived at Dogmersfield for some years in the 70s & early 80s.
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Shared on 15 November 2009
My father must have arrived in Church Crookham around 1942. About a half dozen Canadian officers were quartered in an extremely 'modern' house, called The White House. My father, a young Captain, always spoke of that house with something approaching awe. For some reason, the sanitary fixtures fascinated him: wash basins in individual bedrooms, something unknown in North America. His bath had tiles embossed with dolphins, I remember him saying.
Even for the officers, transport was generally by bicycle and he became an intrepid cyclist, whereas at home he had always had his own car as a teenager (a Ford Model A, with rumble seat).
Mostly he recalled the kind welcome of the English people: it seems Canadians were preferred to the rather rambunctious Americans.
Shared on 09 September 2009
