Nostalgic memories of Kingsclere's local history

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This photograph of George Street shows Pearce & Sons shop where my father (Ted Brown) worked along with one of the Pearce brothers as the village baker for many years.
We, in the choir led the procession: down through the village to the Church,(from Knoll Hill I think) .Brownies, Guides and other groups including the odd serviceman home on leave followed behind.I am standing in the road between the church and the Crown, surplice blowing in the chilly wind: the Vicar has said his piece and the silence descends. No one even thinks of moving or trying to drive by. There ...see more
St Mary’s Church at Kingsclere, north west of Basingstoke, is famous for a most unusual decoration, a weather-vane in the shape of a bed-bug, seen on the left hand side of the tower in this view. It is a very tasteful bed-bug, with six little crosses for legs, and another for its tail, but a bed-bug it definitely is. The story goes that back in the early 13th century King John was hunting in the area. A ...see more
When this photo of Newbury Rd. was taken I was 9. I used to walk from my house on Coppice Rd. Kingsclere to Newbury Rd. where I took piano lessons. I don't remember the name of the teacher but she played the organ at St. Mary's, and she was the sister of Mrs. Fred Hopkins, who owned the store on George St. Her black spaniel always sprawled over my feet while I played. I think its the reason I always ...see more