Nostalgic memories of Hindhead's local history
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Displaying Memories 11 - 20 of 21 in total
I was at a Children's Home here till I left school at fourteen to work at BAC.
My Grandfather, Harvey Madgwick, was a broom squire,and he lived in a cottage down in the bowl (as my mother related to me). It was a hard life for these people, but my mother(being bought up by her grandparents) told us many times of the broom squires and their children who lived there.
I did my national service in the Royal Army Medical Corps at the Connaught Military
Hospital during 1957 and 1958. I worked in the pathology dept., ending up as Corporal.
I remember the Gurkha patients coming, I think in the second half of 1958, so I may have been there at the same time as Margaret Boale.
I have a Frith photograph of part of the hospital as she describes it showing the single storey huts - ...see more
My memory of Marchants Hill is in 1958, when I was about 5 yrears old. My dad was a teacher in East London, and he and other teachers would take kids form London to stay there for a week. I remember the old swimming pool and a lasting memory is of the dining room and the smell of fried bread and tomato ketchup :o))). My dad is now 94 and still going strong.
The pub has been here for almost a hundred years. The Save the Woodcock Action Group are campaigning hard to prevent this pub from being demolished and redeveloped. We want to revitalise the pub and make it a vibrant community facility again. Please support us. Contact "brendanorton47@btinternet.com" or "ronnie@pineacres.freeserve.co.uk" 25th November 2011
I was evacuated from Battersea, South London, in 1944 to a large house named 'Goldcrest' on the Hindhead Road not far from Beacon Hill and have some happy memories of that time although as it was wartime everything seemed somewhat strange. The house was owned by Lord and Lady Freemantle who were extremely kind and hospitable to my mother and to me, giving us several items of furniture and a complete set ...see more
My husband and I were both stationed at the Army Chest Hospital in Hindhead but it was not this building. It was a single storey building with long corridors and the wards leading off these. It was on the main Portsmouth road. My husband was in the Catering Corp and I was in the QARANC. There were two wards for the Ghurkas as they very prone to catching TB in those days.
My grandparents Paula and Gustave D'Hondt managed this hotel during the latter half of the 1930s till it was requisitioned by the army during the war. They then moved with some of their paying guests to Highdown, Hindhead, a large house nearby. Many of their full time residents were ex colonials. They kept chickens during the war to help with rationing. I know that they had at least 2 people working for them, ...see more
I remember having a very nice meal in the Undershaw sometime in the 1990's - it's a shame that it closed down around 2004. The house was built for Conan Doyle in 1897 and this is where he wrote "The Hound of the Baskervilles" and other Sherlock Holmes novels. Unfortunately, property developers who bought the house want to turn it into flats or pull it down! The house is Grade II listed and I hope the local council can save it for the nation before it falls down.
My father was headmaster of an East London School when war broke out, and he and the whole school were evacuated to Marchants Hill Camp, Hindhead for the duration. He was Walter Nadal, anybody remember him?