Memories

A Memory of Fawley.

The pictures on this site brought back so many memories, they made me smile and the warm feeling in my stomach is intoxicating. I moved to Blackfield in 1952 from Liverpool. My Dad worked at the refinery.
I used to ride from Blackfield to the Fawley library several times a week. And in later years to the dance there.
I lived in the Southern hemisphere for 40 + years and returned several years ago. I stayed with Paddy Boothman in the old Policemens houses for a week before moving on. Fawley was still Fawley to me even with most of the shops gone, the Chocolate Box was my favourite. The smell of oil fumes was something I had forgotten. Ashlett Creek was to my way of thinking totally unchanged. I commented to my wife it must have been like this for several hundred years.
I would like to thankyou for posting the pictures they meant a lot.
One thing that amazed me was distances. I walked from Fawley to Blackfield ( Oh! what have they done to the School ) and it was such a short distance, the hills were mere dips yet to my memories as a child it was much greater in distance and the hills were huge, so hard to ride up on a bike.
Present day Fawley and Blackfield to me represent a beautiful part of England although I prefer it as it was back then.
Again, thankyou for the photos and the memories,
regards,
Ted Kettle.

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