West Chiltington, Crossroads c.1955
Photo ref:
W360007
Photo ref:
W360007
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Someone once commented that 'if West Chiltington church was in Italy, people would make pilgrimages to see it'. The church is certainly worth a visit, as is the village itself. This mid-1950s photograph shows the centre of West Chiltington, with the village grocer and the Queen's Head pub seen on the right.
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A Selection of Memories from West Chiltington
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 West Chiltington
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Not so much a memory but some research, does anyone know where Wolfshill West chiltington was( specifically) researching the Scutt families of Wolfshill.
Any help appreciated.
Today, whilst visiting my mother who lives in the village I decided to park my car and walk through the village, a trip down memory lane. I was disappointed to see that many familar places no longer looked the same, there was a distinct lack of love and care to a number of places. The most prominent change was walking down Church Street, Church House had been altered and although I realise that ...see more
I used to visit my aunt and uncle in the middle to late fifties. They used to live at the bottom of Smock Alley in a large bungalow. I remember walking up to the post office and cross roads. Smock Alley was just like a cart track. When I last went back a few years ago, to my amazement it was like millionaires row. How things change from your early childhood. We used to go ...see more
My memory of West Chiltington as a child is of a sleepy little village where everyone knew each other. As a child I could wander with friends and not be afraid as all the village people knew everyone else. A pleasant stroll up Church Hill on a summers evening is one memory that springs to mind with Mr Gumbrell who lived at the top of Church Hill wandering across to the church to lock-up. Yes, the church was ...see more
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