Limpsfield, Entrance To Caxton Convalescent Home 1965
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A Selection of Memories from Limpsfield

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 Limpsfield

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I attended St. Michael's School in the 1960's and have a vivid memory of a play that we performed on the grounds one year. Our parents were invited to the performance of "Helen of Troy"..... I had the part of Helen....a non- speaking part! I remember my father in the front row snoring loudly during my entrance to the stage and couldn't contain my giggles! It was during the years that Miss Callister was the headmistress ...see more
Manor House was also a girls school. I was a boarder there from 1960-64. We used to have a tradition of end of term midnight feasts comprising penny post office bread, Edam cheese, baked beans and cider brought in for us by the day girls. On my last night before leaving I climbed out of the window and scaled the roof parapet. Unfortunately the Head Mistress saw our shadows casting on her lawn so we were 'for it'. ...see more
I have very unhappy memories of this school, particularly of Miss Pedly, the matron, and the head of the boys side, My Williams. It was a cold heartless place. Fortunatly my parents removed me after four? terms. A very clear memory is of Williams beating the whole dormitory on their backsides after Pedly had reported us for talking after lights out. Our screams filled the vast forbidding building. Williams ketpt a ...see more
That's 60 years ago so my memories are not very clear and would be less so if I had not met, more or less by chance some 30 years ago here in Canada, a fellow student. We have been close friends ever since and delight in telling how we discovered our shared roots. My sister and I attended while my father served a missionary society in London. We were boarders and my memories are relatively ...see more