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

Hear Jenny's story 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...

32, David Nicholls ~ wartime Lancing

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Hear David's  stor y   David Nicholls Summary This text is an excerpt from a personal website, written by a man named David Nicholls. He describes his childhood growing up in Lancing, England, during World War II, recounting memories of school life, air raids, and the presence of military personnel in his town. He also remembers daily life and common places in the area, including the  local cinema, his paper route, and a nearby manor house. The excerpt reveals the impact of the war on his everyday experiences as a young boy. AI-Generated Overview Podcast I found this website by chance, and it certainly triggered off some Memories of Lancing for me. Memories of Lancing. Early Days in North Lancing I grew up in North Lancing.  In 1939, my Dad bought a small bungalow at Lewes Road off Fircroft Avenue. I remember the cost of our home (just five hundred pounds). Then, Fircroft Avenue was an unmade road lined with almond trees which shed their blossoms like confetti. T...

28. Vera Bartram recalls..

Hear Vera's story in her own words Vera Bartram A Nostalgic Reflection A friend lent me a copy of your Lancing Village Memories, which I found very interesting.   Early Life in Lancing My family moved here from London in 1931 when my father opened a barber shop on Brighton Road by Chandler's Corner called "Bob's". I have lived in Lancing ever since, except for the period when I was working at Bletchley during the War.   School Days   I went first to a little private school called Viking House School run by Mrs Old in Kings Road, but when my sister started school a couple of years later, we went to South Lancing Primary, which in those days was the only primary school in Lancing. Seniors went to North Lancing in what is now the St.James the Less church hall, where the hall was divided into two classrooms by screens. I remember the school in Irene Avenue being built, and that is where I went at 11 years old. Many years later, when I had two sons, they wen...

19.Memory from Jan Baker-Freeman

Jan Baker-Freeman This story was originally posted as a comment below another story in May 2010 I should have done it more justice and given it a full placing in these stories. I am correcting this here. Hear Jan's story Jan writes.. ..I, too, just came upon this site, and it brings back all the memories of my 7 years of growing up in Lancing, all the people I remember, all the people I would love to know how they are doing now. This brought so much pleasure, it is amazing.  All this started with a need for school records for a job with the Dallas Police Department, which at 65, I eventually withdrew from.  My name is Jan(et) Baker-Freeman, I moved from Grange Hill Essex, a council house exchange by my Grandparents, William and Alice Baker, to 177 Tower Rd, next to the Messers, Linda, David and I think Christopher, I remember Diane Bacon, Barbara Gorringe, her Father was the rent man, then there was Mr. & Mrs Tom Reynolds the postie, and they had a son w...