Petersfield, High Street c.1955
Photo ref: P48042
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Photo ref: P48042
Photo of Petersfield, High Street c.1955

More about this scene

The view is closed at the far end of the street by Norman Burton's, built in the early 1800s, and just to the right the café sign invites you to Frances Hill's tea rooms. The right of the picture shows Rowswell's sweets and tobacco shop and it is still there. The archway leads to Dog Alley, the scene of one of Flora Twort's lovely paintings, which used to go through to St Peter's Road. Beyond, E J Baker sold uncommonly good meat and the 'Punch and Judy', uncommonly good teas. On the left, Suter's was a quality shoe shop, later to become Kenney's; George Kenney was to enhance the shop's reputation still further.

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A Selection of Memories from Petersfield

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 Petersfield

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As a lad in the 1950's a Sunday run to see auntie in Petersfield was are regular event. A trip to see the lake and try to spot the large carp that would often rise was a treat. On the road there we would often see 'The Butser Turf company lorries load with supplies. The lorries then were ex army 4 x 4 from the war.
I distinctly remember taking part in one particular exercise on Petersfield Heath at the age of 15. We were divided into two detachments, one defending a position in a clump of trees on the high ground, and the other attacking it. The first section left the school earlier in order to establish the defensive position, and I was in the second detachment Intended to be the attacking party. We were all ...see more
This starts in 1938 when I was taken by my mother and ended up having tea with Bill Hogarth - Chinese tea, horrid. That September I started in Form One to be loudly proclaimed by Bill 'a dunderhead' as I could not understand Latin and most of the class had come through the prep school where it was taught. The result a hatred of languages since then. Held back in Form One I went with my mother and sister to Malta ...see more
Thinking of my time in the aforesaid Cadet corps I clearly remember an exercise on the Heath when we were playing soldiers. To make things realistic we were using thunderflashes. Unfortunately the weather was hot and dry with the result that the "bangers" set fire to the gorse and bracken and the exercise had to be abandoned. Red faces among the staff, great amusement among the cadets.