45. Jenny Shackley (nee Charman) writes about life in Lancing from 1947

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Jenny writes...

I have just read all the memories of people on your website.

Early Life in Lancing

I was born in Lancing in 1947 at 8 Tower Road. My Dad used to work for Frank Lisher and, in fact, looked after the shire horses referred to in one of George Forrest’s comments. My sisters (of which there were 4) used to go to the stables to watch the horses being fed or mucked out, or get ready to go out. My dad loved these horses dearly, and whilst I don’t recall, he must have been heartbroken when he did not look after them any more.

School Days

I went to South Lancing School, both infants and juniors and then on to Irene Ave for one year and then on to Boundstone Comprehensive when it was brand new. Oh, how privileged we did feel with that school. I had Mr Jones as my first form teacher, and he said to me, “Are there more of you Charmans at home?” as apparently, he knew the rest of the family.

I stopped on for an extra year to do GCE and was sad to leave the school to go to work. I then got married after a few years and finally ended up in Bristol, where I still live.

Fond Memories

I have a sister who still lives in Lancing and was an usherette at the Luxor, and I do visit about three times a year. I still remember fondly the sweet shop in North Road where we used to go on the way to school, the bread shop opposite South Lancing school where we used to buy a crusty roll for a farthing and eat all of the insides, leaving only the shell to eat on its own.

In the summer holidays, I had friends who had one of the beach huts and we used to spend many happy days on the beach. I still like to go down to the beach whenever I visit.

All in all, your website has brought back many happy memories.

Jenny Shackley (nee Charman)

jenny.shackley@blueyonder.co.uk

40. George Forrest talks about steam trains

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George Forrest

Playing With Trains

One thing about being 7 - 8 years of age, living on the south side of the railway line and going to school on the north side of the line meant having to cross the railway line four times a school day. It didn't matter whether the gates were open or closed, it was almost obligatory that we, that is, three or four of us, went over the footbridge. 

We waited for a steamer to come through in order that we could become enveloped in steam and smoke. If a train wasn't due, we would wait. To our minds, it was essential that we smelled of smoke. Often this made us late home for dinner ( we didn't have lunch then), only posh people had lunch. I can still hear the tellings-off that I got from my mother to this very day. And the occasions that, having finished my meal,  my wrist was grasped and I was hauled back to school at a rate of knots.

Roger Price and the Luxor Cinema

One of my friends at the time was Roger Price; his father owned a small grocers just below the Luxor cinema. If you stand facing the Luxor, you will see to the right a gap, next was a very old cottage, it might have been two, next was the grocers, then a shop I can't really recall, the third shop was Newberry's, a tobacconist and confectioner.

Very few shops had window displays, but one warm sunny Sunday afternoon, our family was out for a stroll and happened to pass said grocers. There in the window were two sacks of rice, these were being attacked by about 8 - 10 mice. They had gnawed a hole and were busy eating. We watched for some minutes, they were far too busy eating to notice us. We left them to it, didn't wish to disturb them. Though from that day on, my mother never bought anything from Mr Price that wasn't in a tin. .

Building Memories

The next two buildings were detached dwellings, now offices. My father was employed as a trainee bricklayer on the site nearest the Farmers Hotel, and my mother lived in one of the thatched cottages opposite. She spotted him and as they say, "The rest is history".



Enough for today ATB

George Forrest

1. Memories From Geoff Walden

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Geoff Walden lived in Lancing in the 1960s. He emigrated with his parents to New Zealand in 1967
This is his story, lightly edited, sent to me on April 9th 2002

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'I was 11 years old when we emigrated to New Zealand in 1967.

Brighton Road
I was born in Furnace Wood, East Grinstead, in 1956, and my family moved to Worthing in 1959/60, then to 349 Brighton Rd in 1960/61.

 At the same time, my grandparents moved from Furnace Wood to Monks Close, Lancing by the railway line.

Widewater

While living at Brighton Road, we spent a deal of time playing at the beach, especially by the Widewater. I have a pretty good recollection of those years, and I can remember we used to fish for those Sticklebacks with tiny nets you brought on the beach at Brighton. I remember the water at the Widewater was quite brackish and that there was a lot of rubbish like old prams dumped, so we weren't allowed to do any more than paddle.

Where we lived, there was a set of shops, a corner shop like 'Arkwright's Open All Hours' with the grocer called Mr Bolt.

Just opposite, I think there was a set of stairs where you could go between the houses to access the Widewater. There was a causeway to get across to the actual beach. I remember there were, at various times, swans swimming there, and there were postcards with the swans swimming in the Widewater nearer to Shoreham.

Broadway
Thinking back, we were only at Brighton Rd for about 2 years because Mum and Dad sold the house to the developers who built the big development on the roadside. Was this the Broadway? There was also a problem with tidal flooding, and the basement of the 2-story house was damp on the high spring tides.

Fishing off the beach
Dad and my grandfather used to fish from the beach a lot and used to take my older brother and myself with them for overnighters. I can still remember collecting driftwood for fires and helping Dad light the Tilley lantern.

I remember they caught a few fish too, because we were always helping out gutting them and digging holes in the garden when we got home to bury the offal.

Farmland
Just along from the back alley behind the house at 349 was an access road where you could walk through to farmland we called the forest. I believe this was behind West Way somewhere. Then you could be gone all day playing in what was just fields and countryside without any sort of trouble.

After my youngest brother was born in 1961, my parents decided to move again to Grand Avenue, I think in 1962 or so. My oldest brother and I had started school at South Lancing in the main street, not far from the railway station. When we shifted house, we all moved to Irene Ave Primary.

Old Salts Farm
My grandparents moved from Monks Close to Old Salts Farm Road about 1961/2 and as this was so close to the beach, we spent a lot of time with them.

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Opposite their house, 7 Old Salts Farm Rd, was a caravan park with lots of holiday and permanent people in it. Looking on the street maps, it seems that the caravan park may be gone and a housing estate established. The Fairway? Is that right?

Chalk Pit
As kids, we divided our free time between exploring the South Downs up by the chalk pit in (I think) Mill Rd and the beach.

We either pushed our bikes up that hill and played all day and came down through the forest to the Manor, or came down the hill and hoped our brakes worked.

Railway
We did the train spotting thing from the overbridge at the railway station. Even then, steam trains were a rarity, but I remember the occasional one coming along.
I remember buildings on both sides of the platform; we used to have to get a spectator ticket from a penny machine to prevent getting kicked off the station. They must have pulled the buildings down from that side.

Cinema
We spent many Saturdays at the pictures at the Luxor watching the kids' features for 6d. We used to go into a shop beside the Luxor and get 3d [3 old pennies] bags of fizzy sherbet and liquorice.

Scout Hall
I used to be in the Cubs, then the Scouts and went to 2 different scout halls. One was a huge old hall that had a rabbit warren of old rooms, and a huge concrete yard with high walls around it behind the hall. think this was on the corner of Kings Avenue and the main street. Not far away from the Farmers pub.

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The other scout den was over the road from Grand Avenue and the Upper Brighton Road, and we had to run down a tiny alleyway between a graveyard and an old church to get to it. Boy, did we run in the dark.

Hardware shop
You mentioned Gardner & Scardifields as the builder's hardware place. I can remember going in there with my father for bits and pieces.

Beach Green
Over the Brighton Road was the track leading to the Mermaid [cafe] and the beach, along with the huge open green. I spoke to my father the other night after I had found your website, and he told me that the huge green where they have all the fairs and boot sales now was compacted and established with all the broken-up concrete from the WW2 war defences that were laid along the beach. He was there when they were doing it. We used to call that big old home the donkey home, [St Peter's holiday home], I think it was an old folk home. There were certainly donkeys kept there for us kids to ride on in the summer.

I also went to the county fair there while I was little, Dad winning goldfish that never made it home. I watched the Wall of Death one year; the noise was fantastic.

School
I notice Irene Avenue Primary School has changed its name to Oakfield Middle County School. Any clues why?

They opened a tiny outdoor swimming pool, I think in 1965 or 1966. My class were the first to swim in the pool and I was the first boy in when the teacher called for volunteers, as I was a good swimmer. Imagine that. It was mid-summer, but probably freezing!

We used to travel by bus to the Heene Road swimming pools in Worthing for winter swimming. Are they still there? '

If you would like to contact Geoff Walden, write to ( replace[at] with @ symbol): geoffwalden[at]xtra.co.nz