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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!
Kingsley School Hampshire
I went to Kingsley School as an infant in 1978 and left before it closed, at some time in the 1980s. I remember the headmistress Mrs Morris, who became Mrs Vincent, who smoked in the classroom!, and the wicked infant teacher Mrs Caine who used to have a replica gun lighter in her draw and large knife to sharpen the pencils, she would threaten us all that she was going to shoot us or stab us! and we were only babies! The dinners were vile but we were forced to eat every last scrap even if we threw up on our plates! Even the cooks would go easy on the portions if they knew we didn't like what was on the menu. But despite the bad memories, I suppose there were some good times as well, just a shame that we weren't taught more about the school's history, and the visiting Father Eerica wasn't weird (later convicted for paedophilia!), it was a good job we all grew up ok I... Read more
The Stywards
My Stuart family is buried at this church. I would like to see more pictures of this church inside such as the stained glass and crypt. I have a great interest in this family 1550 1625. Various spellings for my family name are Stiward, Styward, Stewart, Steward, and Stuart.
Best Wishes, Richard. wrstewart@embarqmail.com
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.
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!
Student Nurse Shawyer
I was a student nurse at Lord Mayor Treloars from January 1962 until January 1964. Those two years orthopaedics were affiliated with other hospitals which allowed us to start training before 18 which was the minimum age for General Nursing commencement, when the students moved on the 3 year general training was reduced to two years. The hospital was a very happy place because many of the patients were long stay, young, cheerful and perfect! The nurses home is shown in this photograph, it was always warm and friendly. I had several rooms in the home, the attic window just visible beyond the second A was my favourite, the only disadvantage being if you got in from a date late, after 10pm lock up you could not get in a window, then you had to knock up a friend whose room was on the ground floor, she would then pass her laundry box out the window for you to stand on, then you had to lean out and pull the basket back... Read more
