Sandhurst, St Michael's Church, The Interior c.1960
Photo ref: S56016
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Photo ref: S56016
Photo of Sandhurst, St Michael's Church, The Interior c.1960

More about this scene

Some people may not agree with Pevsner's description of the interior of St Michael's as being 'uninspiring'. The font is Norman and is said to have been 'executed by one of the daughters of the late Rector'. The painting on the walls is expansive, and the monuments include one memorial to Lady Farrer, 1892, in Athenian style. She is seated in a chair, with the family standing opposite. A Jacobean brass of 1608 is also worthy of note.

A Selection of Memories from Sandhurst

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 Sandhurst

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I think the woman in the picture was Betty Perks.
Seeing the picture from Sandhurst Halt brings back good memories of my youth in the 60's. The shop in the centre was the newsagents where we would exchange R. Whites and Coronal bottles found on the building sites for sweets and fags! The small garage just past the newsagents was Thompsons, he sold air rifle pellets. Sandhurst Halt station was a wooden structure with a ticket office and waiting room which had a fantastic coal stove, very toasty on a winters day.
In about 1945 my grandparents took me by bus (or train?) from Reading down to Sandhurst, shortly after the death of a distant cousin, Elsa Stone, who had had an octagonal house built during the 1920s. She named it "Wherelse", and it had a central chimney stack and a continuous corridor running round each storey. In the large garden stood a little wooden chapel on stilts with a ...see more
My father was in the US Navy and stationed at Blackbush. We rented a wonderful place known as Simon's Well. It had big English roses, a garden with rubbarb and such. I attended Yately Hall. These times were the happiest memories of my childhood. I had a nanny named Rose and I taught her how to make popcorn. The only thing is, my instruction as a child on popcorn making was a bit off. She put too much oil ...see more