Nether Wallop, The Splash c.1965
Photo ref:
N156023
Photo ref:
N156023
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The Splash still flows, but the hedging has grown high on the left. Dancing Green Cottage is almost hidden, but Blenheim Cottage is still to be seen.
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Hello, After a long telephone conversation with my nan I would like to try and find out some more information on her family for her. They lived in nether wallop around 1941 to we are not sure when. It was her mother and father and her two brothers and a sister Douglas John way Lilian Barbara way The children were John Jane Joan and geoff. Lilian who we think was known as Barbara was killed in ...see more
I have connections in the Wallops as I was born at Craydown, Over Wallop in Aug 1945. My parents were married in nearby Broughton Baptist Chapel with my father an R.A.F. Corporal and my mother a LACW in the W.A.A.F. Both served in the Equipment Section. I have always thought that they were at R.A.F Middle Wallop as this was always mentioned to me as a child. I have recently re-read my parents ...see more
I served my apprenticeship as a plumber with Fred Mouland at Nether wallop - it lasted five years and we worked all over the village. We worked on the church tower and removed a lead sheet signed by two plumbers who laid the roof in the 1700's and we replaced it on the tower and put our own signed sheet with it. We used to live in Salisbury Lane and I went to the primary school in the village.
I remember Mr Cherrington, the local bobby, riding his bike through the village and smiling benignly at us kids. I believe his son was in my class at school. I can remember one evening in the summer time having been just put to bed when an official police vehicle arrived at the front door - very much to my mum's consternation. It transpired that Mr Cherrington, along with a police official of some kind, ...see more
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