Story 17 from Brenda Grover

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Brenda Grover

In Reply to Alan Brenda sends this story..

Reading your Lancing history, I have just come back to live here, and I saw that your parents were friends of my Uncle Pearce and Aunty Mildred. I love being back here and just walking around, it brings back so many memories of such a wonderful childhood, and what a wonderful place to live.

 My sons, who are 35 & 37, grew up here, and they are always saying thank you for a wonderful childhood. With as you say, the beach and downs. I went up the Lancing Ring after the storm and cried as my great-grandfather helped to plant those trees, and I knocked at the door of the church villa and asked if I could look around the old family house, wonderful, so many memories. I love Lancing, it has got a bit larger, but in a way has not changed at all. Thank you again for your write-up.

 I live in Penhill now, but used to live in North Lancing, and went to North Lancing primary school with Miss Tait and Miss Humphries. I remember Mr Stear.
 Thank you again for a nice and good read.

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Story 16 from Rose (Marg) Moloney

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Rose (Marge) Moloney

This lovely recollection has just been sent in. We thank you, Marg

Childhood in Ring Road and Local Characters

I was a neighbour of Paul Kidger in the 1950s and 60s in Ring Road and remember the family well – Lyn was in my class at N Lancing Primary School. I also remember the dog-walking old lady who would bleat ‘ Kiltie, Kiltie ‘, which the dog ignored.

I was part of the St James the Less Players, a church drama group, which started my career on the boards.

The Downs, The Manor, The Park, The Clump, The Chalkpit..The Woods and The Beach..were all special places in our wonderful Sussex childhood.

Our teachers were dedicated – I am sure Paul will remember Pop Stear, Miss Tait, Miss Laugham, and Mr Cox!

Vanishing Farm

Hill Barn Farm, which Paul mentions, had utterly vanished when I went for a look in 2005…odd because though it was a wreck in the Bartons' time, it had been the Lancing College Shepherds' farmhouse and was a sturdy ancient house. In a way, I was relieved – it was a place that featured in bad dreams for me, as a teen, I had seen horses in dark barns on filth there. But…a landmark gone…………everyone has gone now, what a migrant generation we were…

In a folk club in Somerset, I met a comedian who had grown up in Lancing pre-war till 1950.