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When I was a child in the 1940s, this sports field belonged to the Post Office. Occasionally there would be a horse in residence and this is where I had my first and only ride on such an animal. The stadium on the left caught fire one night and, it all being wood, burnt down to the ground. The area immediately (...Read full memory)
The grange and boating lake was a meeting place for many youngsters in the early 60s, Sunday afternoons we would turn up with our little radio's to listen to the top twenty music chart program. Many romances started and probably ended in beddington park, We all learnt to row, always upsetting the guy that ran the boats never going back when our time was up, such good memories.
I well remember the rowing boats on the lake in Beddington Park. One end of the lake seemed quite dark and sinister, whilst the other was open and safe. I remember creaky oar locks and wooden hulls, and being called in when your time was up. Beddington Park was a large part of my childhood (...Read full memory)
My mother grew up on the Lodge in Beddington. Her family lived there throughout the war years and remembers the V2's and sheltering in the basement of the orphanage during air raids. Somewhere we have photos of milk being delivered by dog-drawn cart. A psalm was written around the (...Read full memory)
My mom had the sweet shop on Croydon Road at Wallington Green. The fire alarm was sounded by Ken on his way home in the early hours after finishing his night shift. This was told to us, by Ken, at Mom’s sweet shop next day. Ken lived over the fish shop over the road from the Dukes Head. I went to see the damage (...Read full memory)
I too remember the fire and going to see the ruins the day after. I had previously gone there fairly regularly for speech therapy while I was at Holy Trinity Primary School. I vaguely remember the rather ornate internal wooden panelling. At the time of the fire I believe the building also housed a dental office, and (...Read full memory)
It was my 10th birthday in 1963 and my aunt failed to turn up for my party. There had been a dreadful fire that evening which destroyed the Grange. I remember as a child going to the grange to see the fish and feed the ducks in the pond there. It looked so big to me then, but probably wasn't, everything is big when you are (...Read full memory)