Nostalgic memories of Sandhurst's local history
Share your own memories of Sandhurst and read what others have said
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.
Why not add your memory today and become part of our Memories Community to help others in the future delve back into their past.
Add a Memory!
It's easy to add your own memories and reconnect with your shared local history. Search for your favourite places and look for the 'Add Your Memory' buttons to begin
Displaying Memories 1 - 10 of 11 in total
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
In 1958 I was a bricklayer working for Sargents of Bracknell, we were putting bathrooms on staff houses at The Terrace at Broadmoor. We could not work because of bad weather and I saw the Broadmoor staff going to work all wrapped in warm clothes so I went over and applied for a job. The man on the gate said "Can you fight?". I said I could hold my own. I got the job. I did 3 years as a pupil nurse then became a ...see more
During the Second World War I was sometimes taken by my mother to stay with her grandmother, Mrs Bevis, at the house called Rivermead, about 100 yards downhill from the church, by a sharp bend to the left. Mrs Bevis must have rented it early in the war, having left her home in Jersey before the occupation of the island. I was about 4, when the Germans were still in the ascendent, and we were enjoying tea out in the ...see more
I was born at 1 Mount Pleasant Road, corner of Sandy Lane - the 7th of eight siblings born to Francis George Martin & Rose Emily Long. Unfortunately, I had to leave Little Sandhurst when 5 years old. Fortunately the memories I left with have been with me all my life. The Guy Fawkes fires on the 'Common', the Christmas parties at Wellington and Sandhurst Military Colleges and the Methodist Church, the gypsy coming ...see more
When I was a teenager I lived at the Post Office that is now a hardware shop, at the eastern end of the village. I was in the church choir and in the bell-ringers. Used to ride my bike down to the cricket field to watch the games. My father, Harry Gardner, was the Postmaster and ran the associated grocery store. When the steadily growing chain stores got to out-price him, despite his personal service, ...see more
While I was growing up in Sandhurst, the grounds of the College was open to the public and we could walk from the village of Sandhurst through to Camberley. This building with parade ground in front is famous for the white horse which always entered the building up the steps when the passing out parades had finished. In front of this building are beautiful grounds with a big lake which was often ...see more
St Michael's Church, where I was christened in 1940, I was married there in June 1960. A beautiful church set in the countryside just out of the village.
