Isington, The Mill 1907
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A Selection of Memories from Isington

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Isington

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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.
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 ...see more