Marchwood Twiggslane Forest Side

Hello, I lived in MARCHWOOD IN 1963/64. Dad was in the army, and we lived at 8 Mulberry Road. My name was Mary Doyle, and we lived next door to the Ellison family. I loved living in this village, so many happy memories. Walking to school, sometimes waiting by the level crossing watching the trains whizz by. Mr Smith was headmaster and our teacher was Mr Bowen, he could be very strict, sacarstic and had favourites. But I loved the school, our classroom had a coal fire in the. Idle, guarded by wrought iron railings, never allowed these days! I remember the village sweet shop on the walk to school., and playing across the road from our house in the fields next to the church. Wonderful memories. Some of my school friends may still live there I don’t know, I cannot remember their surnames. But I was Mary, there was Rita ELLISON, Penny. Wendy, Michael STAFFORD, Lorraine Passey, Dawn Kemp. I remember crying when dad was posted up north, we arrived on a very cold and wet day in February at Liverpool Lime street station. And I felt sad. I missed Marchwood for many years. I do think anyone will remember me, but if you HELLO..
Mary.

Hello, I lived in MARCHWOOD IN 1963/64. Dad was in the army, and we lived at 8 Mulberry Road. My name was Mary Doyle, and we lived next door to the Ellison family. I loved living in this village, so many happy memories. Walking to school, sometimes waiting by the level crossing watching the trains whizz by. Mr Smith was headmaster and our teacher was Mr Bowen, he could be very strict, sacarstic and had favourites. But I loved the school, our classroom had a coal fire in the. Idle, guarded by wrought iron railings, never allowed these days! I remember the village sweet shop on the walk to school., and playing across the road from our house in the fields next to the church. Wonderful memories. Some of my school friends may still live there I don’t know, I cannot remember their surnames. But I was Mary, there was Rita ELLISON, Penny. Wendy, Michael STAFFORD, Lorraine Passey, Dawn Kemp. I remember crying when dad was posted up north, we arrived on a very cold and wet day in February at Liverpool Lime street station. And I felt sad. I missed Marchwood for many years. I do think anyone will remember me, but if you HELLO..
Mary.