Nostalgic memories of Medstead's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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I went to this school during part of the Second World War years and was in Miss Backhouse's class, she used give you the ruler across the back of your hands if you were caught talking. Other boys that were there at that time were Chris Prier, Terry Jeffries and the Rawling brothers. Happy Days.
I also went to Medstead School from 1970 to 1975. I loved this little school, I can remember some of the teachers, Mrs Hill, Mrs Westlake, Miss Shaw, Mr. Orbell, Mr. Roberts, Mrs Macartan. Headmaster was Mr. Benham. School dinners here were THE best! The late Mrs. Wooster was the brilliant Cook, along with her team, Mrs. Letts, and Mrs. Keenan.
This was my school from 1962-1965, the last year l was in Miss May's class where she was the bully, she made my life a misery. The village was a delight to grow up in. l loved it there.
I went to school here from about 1971 when I had just turned 6 until the age of 11 when I was sent off to the Amery Hill Secondary, in nearby Alton.
i can remember menia cottage from a very early age.its not there anymore knocked down to make way for modern and bigger houses.to me that little tinned roof bungalow was heaven i lived there with mum and dad and my 5 brothers and 3 sisters until i was 23.now we have lost another brother (andy) i wish we could go back to how it was then,you could trust anybody leave doors and windows unlocked day ...see more
I remember the Great Dane in the picture. My Grandma had a Yorkshire/Manchester Terrier cross, and the two animals looked so incongruous when they met. My aunt Doris Greenslade lived in a tiny cottage owned by Walter Little Senior situated 100 yards to the left of the post office in the picture.