Nostalgic memories of Weybridge's local history
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Displaying Memories 21 - 30 of 33 in total
('Unknown', but somewhere in the region of 1825.) I saw this delightful Chantrey monument to the Duchess of York today in the belltower end of St. James's, Weybridge. The inscription is rather sad because, essentially, untrue. The sweet words supplied by the Duke of York are, put politely, an 'exaggeration' on his part. He was a decidedly unfaithful man to his longsuffering Prussian "consort".
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I lived at Monument Green, Weybridge until 1948. During that time Eyot House was occupied by Lord and Lady May (of Bryant and May Matches). There was no bridge in those days, you had to ring a bell and a man brought a boat over to collect visitors. We used to go late at night to watch all the "posh" people arriving to house parties - we hid in the bushes! I live in Littlehampton now and would love to hear from anybody who remembers me (Eveline Swinbank) from St. James' School.
I remember seeing John Lennon and some of the other Beatles coming to pick up Julian Lennon from school. I was at Heath House School from 1961 until 1965, I'd love to catch up with some of the people that I was at school with then, or even see some pictures of Heath House, I remember the old 1920's cars that we were allowed to play in, and the old swimming pool, which seemed so big then.
I grew up in Radnor Road where the small off-shoot of the Wey ran past our garden, we could see the back of the mill from the bottom of the garden.
I remember one night after we had gone to bed when I was about 10'ish, in the late 1950s early 1960s, my parents waking my brother and me up and taking us to this footpath in the picture to watch the mill (linseed oil mill) burning. It was completely gutted, I can ...see more
'Woolworths' facia remained above their High Street premises throughout the Second World War with a 'Closed for the Duration' notice affixed to the boarded up windows. My mother regularly took me to the Kingston-on-Thames branch though so I, like most of the inhabitants of Weybridge, eagerly anticipated the 'Grand Opening' which I believe occurred sometime in 1946. A huge crowd gathered for the event ...see more
See my memory under "What did you do in the war, Granddad?' This pic shows the point on the Wey navigation featured in my 'Giving up smoking' story. The barn where the heavy horses were housed is still there, opposite the 'oil mills'. It is now a visitor centre.
I was born in 1934 at Weybridge in Surrey, close to where the River Wey joins the Thames, thus offering the dual attraction of open countryside and water - a totally irresistible combination to young boys set free from the heavy-handed restraining influence of fathers by the advent of the Second World Ware!
For a few miles before joining the Thames, the Way comprised the original Wey Navigation, ...see more
I had a boy in my class at school who lived in this house. It always seemed very mysterious to me. Leslie Hoy, I wonder where you are now. We also used to swim regularly at the New Bridge a couple of hundred yards up from Eyot House. I remember the island the house is built on had a bridge connecting it to the tow path. It had a gate and you had to have a key to gain access to Eyot House.
I used to cross this bridge every day (on foot or pushbike) to get to school at St James C of E School and then later on to work. Every journey started with this bridge.
I used to work in the little shop at the Boathouse selling icecreams & drinks. I mastered the tippy canoe and learned to pole a punt. Uncle Sid (not my real uncle) and his boathouse hold great summer memories for me.
