Nostalgic memories of Eastleigh's local history
Share your own memories of Eastleigh and read what others have said
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.
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Displaying Memories 21 - 30 of 51 in total
I remember North Stoneham Church from a favourite walk my family and I used to take of a Saturday or Sunday afternoon. We set out from Kelvin Road and made our way towards Stoneham Lane with the blacksmith's shop on the corner, and the Cricketers Inn just up the road. I seem to remember that a barrage balloon was set up on this corner during the war. A quiet stroll along the lane with little traffic other ...see more
I worked at the office between 1958 and 1962 under the managers, W T Jones (not my favourite manager) and Mr Reg Virgo, who really set me on my banking career. I worked variously as cashier and security clerk. Others on the staff were Mr Douglas Atterbury (Senior Clerk) and Mr A T Williams (Accountant), Les Kingdom, Terry Siney, Gloster Jackman, John Bellenie, Barbara Sant, Norma Tull and ...see more
Interesting to read John Scott's recollections of Chamberlayne Road Boys' School. Strangely enough, I can remember nearly all the teachers. I started in 1942 in Miss Stockwood's class, then progressed to Miss Scott, Mrs King (both of these were very keen on a ruler on the knuckles if you misbehaved), Mrs Bennet, Mrs Treacher, Miss or Mrs Walker (I can't remember which), Mr Martin (assisted by a trainee ...see more
All the pictures have such lasting memories. I was born on Nutbeem Road in 1935 and attended Chamberlayne Road Boys School and Barton Peverill Grammar School. Three of us, Dave Gardner, John Young and myself, started at the same time at Chamberlayne Road school at the outbreak of WWII in September 1939 and, amazingly, we are still in constant contact with each other - Dave still lives in England while John and ...see more
Life started for me in 1948 in Lower Upham, we moved to Nightingale Avenue, Eastleigh around 1952. My older brother and two sisters were going to North Sonehan School so that's where I went, there were two teachers, a Mrs Payne and a Mrs Parker. We did all sorts of things including country dancing, going to the one hand clock church to do brass rubbings, once a year there was a country fete where we ...see more
I remember when I was going there I used to have nightmares of the school. One teacher slapped me around the ear when we were having an ear test, because I couldn't hear the bleeps. Also, when I was putting empty milk bottles in a crate to help tidy up I was caned across the hands, three on each...I must have been 7 at the time, by the then head teacher Varco Bayliss. One particular day ...see more
My memories are very recent. I have just been visiting Eastleigh England (2011), my husband's grandfather lived there in the 1930s. The town and surrounding areas were just what I thought a English village should be. But is there anyone out there who can give me any information on Harold Gladstone Gough and his wife Jane? They owned Fair Oak Park Mansion, it was burnt in 1938.
My grandparents got married here. Mrs Phillips was present.
I remember the time when a poor boy stole ten shillings from a teacher's purse. Later the school was assembled, the gymnasium horse installed in front of the audience; we boys. The headmaster, instructed several teachers to hold the boy down on the horse. He was then give several strikes. I cannot remember how many. The shrieks of the boy were so terrifying. We had to sit through the ...see more
I remember spending many hours at the lido with my sister and my friends, and the memory of buying cups of hot bovril from the hut, warming up and enjoying it so much. And the endless hours of fun spent there.
