47. Those Were The Days My Friends . . . Malcolm G Hill's Memoirs of Lancing Life 1947-1963

Malcolm G Hill

Those Were The Days My Friends . .

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Memoirs of Lancing Life 1947-1963

Introduction and Early Origins

Like many of the people whose reminiscences of Lancing life appear here, I too came across this fascinating website by pure chance whilst trawling references on the internet to the Lancing/Sompting/Worthing area. So I trust my few recollections of growing up there will prompt further reflections among those of us scattered around the globe, and of course, those of you still resident in the area, and also prompt others to write accounts of our early lives and even perhaps engage in mutual correspondence whilst we still have time before our all too soon inevitable demise.

My name is Malcolm Gerald Hill. I was born in 1940, not in Lancing actually but in Hayes, Middlesex, but within a few weeks of my birth was taken to live with my grandmother, Mrs Gertrude Perkins at her home in First Avenue, Lancing on account of my mother's premature death from that scourge of early 20th century Britain, tuberculosis of the lungs.

Within a year I had been adopted by the Hill family, Mr Malcolm Thomas William Hill and his wife Eva Mary, who at that time lived on Crabtree Lane in a house called White Gates, a lovely detached home now replaced by an apartment block, opposite The Crabtree Inn and on the other side of the road to a row of shops, among which I remember a greengrocer's with the memorably evocative name of Hibdidges. The Hills had a daughter, Barbara Jean, eleven years older than myself, who unfortunately died in 2014 in her eighty-third year and lived with her husband Peter, also deceased this year, 2015, just outside Norwich in Norfolk.

32a Alan Marshall replies to David Nicholls

 

Alan Marshall said...

Hello from Lancing to Alan Marshall in Tasmania. Thank you for sharing these wonderful memories. I have formatted your text with subheadings and corrected some punctuation to make it easier to read.

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School Days

David, thanks for all those wonderful memories you have brought back to me. I am somewhat younger than yourself (I was born in 1941), but I do remember the old schoolroom, and Mrs Thomas used to teach there. The name Miss Allman, I think she became Mrs Horne. At that age, I had no idea of people getting married and changing their name!

Michael Ayling was in my class at school. I attended there from about 1946 to 1952. The "new" dining room and kitchen were built at the top northern side of the playground, close to the bicycle shed. I will always remember the horrible smell of grease and food waste oozing out of the waste pipe from the kitchen, and that horrible minced meat, hard potatoes, and spinach! It was an awful taste for a 7 or 8-year-old.

Wartime Memories

The Morrison Shelter we had (in Grafton Gardens) was built underneath Mum and Dad's bed. We were taken there to sleep for the night whenever the air-raid sirens sounded. Several went off at the same time, giving a discordant, painful wail, all beating against each other and setting the tensions. We as kids did not know the significance of the tension, but on looking back, our parents had a hard time of it, didn't they?
I was born in a little wooden shack up the top end of Upper Boundstone Lane, just below the fence of the cemetery. A bungalow is built there now, in the corner where there's a bend in the road.
Back to the war years, and I was only almost 4 when it ended, but my main memory is of very quiet nights, very dark because of no street lamps. If any vehicle drove past in the night, it was always very slowly. And if a bomber flew over, it was spine-chilling and would keep me awake! Apparently, the Heinkels were twin-engined and not well synchronised. Even now, the sound of a piston-engined aircraft in the night brings back all those memories.

The Marshall Nursery

My Dad and his Dad (Percy Marshall) and Denis, his brother, had the nursery where Boundstone School is now. Boundstone Lane then really was a "lane"—a rough road with lots of puddles to splash in (and frozen over in the winter of 1947). The structure of that road, when upgraded, would have been very strong. Lots of flint, old bricks, etc., went in as foundations, and the top tarmac was compacted with a steamroller. I watched all that work with great interest.

Playing in Lancing

The Brooks, at the western end of Tower Road, was a favourite playground for us, where we would catch minnows, sticklebacks, and tadpoles. When the bridge over the railway at Western Road was being built, I watched them putting in the piles with a huge, noisy vertical ram. They raised the ram up to the top of the crane's jib, then let it fall at great speed onto the piling, which was gradually driven down into the subsoil.
Well, there are so many little things that come back once I get started. I hope these few lines do the same for others who read this.

Greetings from Down Under.

55. Mary Lethby neè Gascoyne remembers her days in Lancing

Mary Lethby nee Gascoyne

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Early School Days at South Lancing

I was born in Lancing and attended South Lancing Junior School, where the Headmistress was Miss Cates. I didn't dislike school, but the only thing that bothered me was my eyesight. My desk was always in the front and then I couldn't always see the small writing on the blackboard.

Wartime Memories and Family Fundraising

I do remember some very cold winters with the school milk popping out of the bottles, so that we tried to thaw them out on the school hot pipes. In that freezing weather, we all wore homemade clothes, which luckily our mother could always manage. She was very good at knitting and sewing, so that in 1944 my sisters: Averill, Frieda and Veronica Gascoyne, our cousin Peter Voice and his friend Derek Denyer went out to sell tea cosies, bed socks, kettle holders and anything Mother had made to raise the princely sum of £21 for the Red Cross. Anything over went to the hospital. A newspaper cutting of 1944 has a photograph of the six children and reports that they sold dolls, toys, iron-holders, flannels, lucky dips, brooches, powder-puffs, shoe-polishers, bath salts and other articles in their third sale. The unsold toys were sent to the Hospital, and they received a letter of thanks from Sister Foster of Ward 1. Peter and the Gascoynes have an aunt, uncle and two cousins who interned in China.

Post-War Entertainment and Secondary School

After the war, my sisters and I would go to the Regal Cinema along Penhill Road for Saturday matinee. Then I went to Irene School, which was nice and near home.

Early Working Life - The Wool Shop

After leaving school, I worked in a lovely wool shop in Chapel Road, Worthing, called Evelyn's. At this time, in the '50s, there were another three wool shops in the town.

Railway Works and Cycling Culture

On my way home each day to Lancing Station, I would call in to buy my Dad the Evening Argus. No way could he leave his bike to shop when the Railway Works emptied. There were hundreds of bikes along North Road. You wouldn't dare cross the road.

Singer Sewing Machine Company

Then I worked for Singer Sewing m/c Co. in Worthing, and again there were three other m/c shops. Now there is only one left. How times have changed.

Marriage at St Paulinus

By the '60s, I was married to Derek in the Cokeham R.C. Church of St Paulinus, with Father Quinlan officiating. Even this church is now gone.

Working for Walter Bros

For a short time, I worked for Walter Bros, who were a well-known Worthing family, who had been trading for over 100 years. All the family were most friendly and approachable, not stuck up at all. Mr Leslie Walter was a well-known councillor and alderman, and when I asked him if he would have liked to have been mayor, he laughed his head off - "not likely", he said.

Mary Lou Fabric Centre

As time went by, they sold the business and my husband and I purchased the lease to the Lancing branch, calling it 'Mary Lou Fabric Centre'. I spent nearly 30 happy years there and never forgot a customer's advice: "always smile".

Musical Evenings with Dr King

My mother and father lived in Lancing, so it was very convenient to meet up when Dr King had his symphony concerts with a small group of passionate musicians. It was a perfect musical evening and we all loved it.

North Road Neighbours and Local Shops

Next door to us in North Road was a Co-op shoe shop, soon taken over by Mr and Mrs Lyons. We all got on famously, dressing up for the late-night shopping. In those days, Lancing had three shoe shops.

There was Mrs Mitchell, a florist, on the next block who had been in business when I was a child. Mrs Mitchel always remembered your name.

Also, we had a fruit and veg shop owned by Mr Boulter, who became so busy he opened three shops, and always called out at the end of the day, with his bargain prices.

Commuting and Friendships

I used to travel on the train home with one of the girls who worked at Woolworths. What a shame when that closed. I still see Olive in Worthing occasionally and recall when we walked home to Worthing in the snow when the trains had failed.

Reflections on Lancing

Lancing has treated me very well, and I consider myself so very lucky to have been born and bred here.

52. Keith Lenham sent this memory

Keith Lenham

 keithlenham123@btinternet.com

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Introduction

A friend suggested that I look at all the reminiscences posted on your blog.

Early Life

My name is Keith Lenham born in Lancing in 1945, my parents died when I was very young and my brother and I were brought up by an aunt and uncle in Grand Avenue.
I was educated at North Lancing Primary School and then on to Worthing Technical High School. My brother Les being older than me was educated at Worthing High School.

Fond Memories of Lancing

So much has already been written, a significant amount of which is very familiar to me, names, places shops etc with much of my youth spent in the Little Park, Lancing Manor and up on the Downs in the first and second clumps, the chalk pit and also the beach in summer.

Apprenticeship and Career

Upon leaving school I took up an apprenticeship with F G Miles who at that time was located at River Bank works in Shoreham, Much fun was had working on the design of the Bristol Boxkite which Miles made for the film The Magnificent Men and Their Flying Machines. Bob Bushby was also an apprentice at that time. I subsequently worked for several other companies based in the UK.

Family and Cricket

My brother Les went on to play cricket for Sussex as a professional, he is now of course retired and living in Eastbourne but I’m sure that he will remember Mike Reynolds and Ron Kerridge. His son Neil also played for Sussex and likewise, he lives in Eastbourne.

Local Character

Horace Duke was mentioned in an article, this character I remember well, in his latter but still active years he was often seen on his Frances Barnet motorcycle around the area.

Just a snippet but hopefully informative


Regards
Keith

51. Mike Reynolds sends this great memory of happy times

51. Mike Reynolds

A Glimpse into a Lancing Childhood

In these times of coronavirus lockdowns, I found myself with time to browse the internet and found your website. I thought I would send you some of my memories of a Lancing childhood


My name is Michael (Mike) Reynolds, and I was born in Lancing in June 1937. My parents, Eric and Dorothy Reynolds,(I think a year or so before I was born), bought a new bungalow at 14 The Drive, South Lancing, and it was here that I lived with my family for the whole of my childhood. The family consisted of Mum and Dad, my Dad’s father, Frank Reynolds (Pop), and my brother Geoff, four years older than me.

The Family Business and Wartime Lancing

Before the war, Dad and Pop had set up in business with a bicycle shop in South Street (number 111 I think),- W.F. and E.F.Reynolds- but when WWII started, Dad was called up into the RAF, and my earliest memories of the shop have Pop in the workshop at the back mending the punctures, and Mum running the shop at the front. The other shops I can recall nearby were the World Stores, a grocery where the front of the counter was lined with glass-topped biscuit boxes, Surfleets Chemist on the corner of Penhill Road, Colbourns Haberdashers, Potter Bailies Grocers, Isteads Hardware shop, and on the other side of South Street was the Co-op, where the money was sent on overhead wires from the counter to the cashier.

School Days and Steam Trains

I walked each day to South Lancing Primary School, just over the Southern Railway line. I suppose I would have started there in 1943, but I can’t remember the names of my teachers. I remember that afternoon school finished at about the same time that the “Steyning Flier”, one of the last steam trains to run through Lancing, would come puffing through. We boys would run quickly up and onto the footbridge over the railway line and wait for the Flier to pass underneath, shrouding us in a cloud of smoke and steam – we also tried to spit down the funnel!

Playtime and Wartime Memories

As others of your correspondents have told, the war years made the beach a no-go zone, but with very little traffic on the roads, The Drive and Chester Avenue were our playgrounds. The horse-drawn cart of Mr Souter, the milkman, Lisher’s coal cart, or the rag and bone man’s cart were about all the traffic there was!


I don’t have any clear memories of the air raid on April 25, 1941, in which two houses in The Drive were bombed, but the bombed sites became makeshift (and not very safe) playgrounds.

Exploring Beyond Childhood

When I got a bit older, I had my own bicycle, and I was able to range further. First, the Cubs, and then the 1st South Lancing Troop of the Boy Scouts kept me out of (most) mischief, and at age 11 in 1948, I started at Worthing High School for Boys in Broadwater.


If any of the above jogs other memories, I can be contacted by email at reymor@bigpond.com

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

Jenny Shackley.

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

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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

44. Colin Harrison recalls Boundstone School early days

Collin Harrison

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Cherished Childhood Memories

I spent my childhood in the lovely village of Lancing, and have so many good memories. Dad worked in the railway works after his discharge from the Army, right up to its closure, and Mum worked part-time in Fircroft House.

School Days

 I attended North Lancing county primary school, then one year at Irene avenue secondary and was one of the first years at Boundstone, the previous year we boys had been up there on 'day release' so to speak, to do woodwork and metal work, as those classrooms were the first to be built and finished. I remember all of the school being told we all had to pay a pound towards the construction of the school swimming pool, situated in the open behind the police houses, a right cheek as I left before its opening, so I never splashed in anger. 

Work and Wandering

I spent the 1960s working around Sussex, then wandered off to see the world, returning to live now in Eastbourne in my old age. Thank you again for the info and some of those wonderful old photos of the Lancing, I loved.

 
Yours, Colin Harrison, late of Fircroft Avenue.

34. Barry Ruffell

34. Barry Ruffell

A quick note to say I was pleased to come across the ‘Lancing Memories’ website, which included some items about (or from) people I remember.


I lived in Lancing Manor House from 1950 – 56, where my dad was a caretaker working for WRDC, and subsequently in Berriedale Drive, Sompting (‘56-’59): I went to N Lancing Primary School from ’53 – ’59, and recognise some of the names mentioned and/or pictured on the website.


Some of the names that come to mind from my year are:

• Terry Stacey (subsequently a musician and music shop owner (Approximate Music, Worthing), and father of folk artist Cole Stacey)
• Margaret Hogben
• Christine Marshall
• Derek Shoulders (whose dad ran an electrical retail business)
• Peter Clist (who emigrated to Australia, I think)
• Derek Gorham
• Ian Ralph
• Philip Norton
• Jamie Wrench (of the Red House, North Lancing, and whose dad ran the Boy’s Brigade)
• John and Anna Caulfield (twins: moved into the area around 58.)
• Amanda Walker (lived at the top of the hill near the chalk pit)
• Susan Scardifield (of the hardware shop family)
• Doreen Ball
• Roden Bridgewater
• Gavin North
• Molly Gunn (also emigrated, I believe)
• David Fulford
• Peter Yould(s)

And a few teachers. . .

• Miss Humphrey (Head)
• Miss Tait (final year teacher)
• Mr Cox (subsequent head)
• Mr Durrant
• Miss Higgins (did she & Mr Durrant get married?)
• Miss Horne
• Miss Goby (1st year teacher)
• Pop Steer (who got us singing some fairly tricky pieces by Grieg. also ran 5th Lancing Cubs.

Cheers
Barry Ruffell

33. Dorothy Yeates

Dorothy Yeates 

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Milk Delivery with Jack the Horse 

 
I also have just found this site and reading through made me remember the milkman delivering milk with his horse, that was when we lived with my grandparents in Annweir Avenue. I believe the horse was named Jack, not too friendly. My grandmother collected what he left behind for the roses, as did other residents, cleaned the street up nicely!

Grandparents’ Sweet Shop in Wembley Avenue

For a while, my grandparents ran a sweet shop in Wembley Avenue, I don't remember the dates exactly, would have been during the 1950s

Shops in Crabtree Lane
Someone mentioned the shops in Crabtree Lane, I remember Hibdiges, also, I believe the coal was delivered by Lishers.

My Father’s Land and Boot Repair Shop

My father had a piece of land behind the Luxor where he kept chickens. Before that, he had a boot and shoe repair shop, I think, in the High Street in Worthing, I remember the Phillips stick-a-sole metal sign outside. Years later, he used it to 'draw up' the open fire, having attached a handle made from some sort of very strong metal spring, which worked like magic.

Coronation Day Memories

 On the coronation day, I went to a neighbour to watch on the television, we had moved by then to Griffiths Avenue, and I started at North Lancing Primary. The milk would freeze in the crates and push the tops off, ice would coat the slope to the top part of the school, and the boys would love sliding down it. And I wonder how many hundreds of children have sat on the low branch of that famous tree up the clump?

Remembering Mr Rogers, the Schoolteacher

Does anyone remember a schoolteacher whose name I think was Mr Rogers? I can't remember if he was in North Lancing or Boundstone, but he was affected by the war, it was probably called shell shock back then. I always felt very sorry for him.

Thank you to those who have jogged my memory somewhat.

32, David Nicholls ~ wartime Lancing

David Nicholls

Summary

This text is an excerpt from a personal website, written by 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.

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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. The Downs
up to Lancing Clump were a playground to us, kids. (It was always
called Lancing Clump locally, although the proper name was Lancing
Ring).
As the war progressed, the fields above North Lancing became an Army
battle school. Trenches were dug around the Clump, and defensive
positions were manned by the soldiers during the time of an invasion was
expected.  Bren gun carriers towing field guns were everywhere, and
soldiers camped in the fields above Derek Road.  Fascinating for small
boys!  Though forbidden by our parents, we boys scoured the fields for
any bit of military hardware left behind.

Military Presence in Lancing

Many of the houses on Ring Road were occupied by the military.
Canadian soldiers who used to march down Mill Road in their Scottish
Canadian kilts led by a bagpiper.  The chalk pit at the top of Mill
Road was used as a gunnery range.  The crackle of small arms fire
alerted us boys, and although we couldn’t go there while the troops
were firing, we would scrabble in the chalk for spent bullets and brass
cartridge cases at the end of the day.

School Memories

I went to school at the local primary school.  It was in an old
Victorian building at the bottom of Mill Road, opposite the Corner
House as the pub was named then.  Classes were held in one big room
divided up by screens.  Not the best learning environment, as the noise
of the other classes made it difficult to hear what the teacher was
saying.

Then one day, all pupils were assembled in the playground and marched
up to the newly completed School.  I think the year was 1940. What a
palace. Big classrooms with floor-to-ceiling windows, wide corridors
and a big hall for assembly and PT.  We had only been in our new
school for a few days when a gang of workmen arrived and sprayed the
windows with a plastic stuff that smelled like pear drops. This was to
prevent the glass from shattering and flying in all directions if a bomb
landed nearby.  Other windows were plastered with crisscross sticky
tape for the same reason.  We soon settled down in our new school.
Miss Humphreys was Headmistress,  Miss Tait was second in command, and
I remember my class teachers were Miss Dawson and Miss Allman.  (I
don’t know if I have spelt the names correctly - but it is a long
time ago).

Air Raid Experiences

It was the time of the air raids.  When the siren sounded, we all left
our classes and were led to the brick-built air raid shelters on the
south side of the school grounds.  As we trooped down to the shelters,
we sometimes heard the far-off rattle of machine gun fire and saw the
condensation trails made by the aircraft high in the sky.  We didn’t
know it then, but history was being made above us as young men fought
in their Spitfires to defend our country. In the semi-darkness of the
shelters teacher would attempt to carry on the interrupted lesson.  I
remember that Horlicks tablets were handed out too, and some teachers
would try and get a sing-along going.  When the single note of the All
Clear sounded, we returned to our classrooms to resume lessons.

Over half a century later, I visited my old school in my work as a
Press Photographer to photograph a child who has won an award. I
mentioned to the head teacher that I had been one of the first pupils
in the school. I was then invited to have a tour.  I saw again my old
classroom, but how small it all seemed after all the years.  Gone were
the serried rows of little desks, and in their place were individual
tables scattered about the classroom.  The air raid shelters were long
since demolished, and no one remembered them

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Discipline and Memories

I had a coffee in the staff room, which in my day was Miss Humphrey’s
study. More memories.  In this room, I was caned for misbehaviour by
Miss Humphreys using a long whippy cane on the palms of my hands.
There were three china ducks on the opposite wall, and I kept my eyes
on these to try and not to cry at the pain of that punishment. My crime
was to be seen running irreverently across the churchyard, jumping
over the graves during some juvenile game.

Friends and Local Families

A few names from my school days.  There was a family of Ripleys and
Johnstons in Fircroft Avenue. My own best friend, Kenny Baker, lived on
the corner of Lewis Road and Fircroft.  Further up Lewes Road lived
the Ayling family, and opposite us was the Wellbeloved family.  I
wonder where they are now?

At the bottom of Lynchmere Road was the Post Office run by Mr Martin, 
and next door was the Fircroft News Agency, where later I had a paper
round to earn my pocket money. My round took in Firle Road, Derek Road, 
as well as Rossiter, Lynchmere and Fairview.

Local Places and Activities

The main road A27 ran along past here and on past the church and the
Corner House to the junction with Boundstone Lane and onto Shoreham.
Now there is a bypass, and where the roundabout is now stood a small
general store called the Stormy Petrel. (/Anyone remember it?)

The Regal cinema in Penhill Road was my Saturday morning treat, and the
programme was all for children.  Cowboys and Indians, Cartoons and
Tarzan films were greatly enjoyed.  Later, I used to go to the Luxor
when I could afford it.

I often walked to Lancing Manor, past the manor house and up to the
lane leading to Hoe Court. Lancing College was then occupied by the
Royal Navy and called HMS King Alfred.  From here, I would continue to
the Sussex Pad and watch the Spitfires, Hurricanes and Lysanders
landing and taking off from Shoreham Airport.

The Reality of War

One night, the war became very real and serious to us.  The siren had
sounded, and there were lots of low-flying aircraft overhead. Our
family took shelter in our Morrison Shelter, a steel cage supplied to
householders and intended to protect them if the house was destroyed.
That night, the anti-aircraft guns were firing, and suddenly, there were
thunderous explosions coming nearer. Bombs were falling on Lancing, and
we were terrified as the detonations came closer.  In the morning, we
found that one bomb had hit a house on First Avenue and another had
partly destroyed a house on Grand Avenue.  The sight of these homes
with the outer walls gone and the interior exposed made me realise
that the war was deadly serious.  Another bomb had fallen on the
ground above Firle Road, making a deep crater in the chalk.

Towards the end of the war, the military presence increased.  Fairview
Road and many other side roads had tanks parked nose to tail.  Then
one day, they were all gone.  D-Day had started the long-awaited
Invasion of Europe.

Reflections

It all seems so long ago now.  Boundstone School had not been built, 
and there were acres of glasshouses growing tomatoes to the south of
the A27 road. There were more glasshouses and nurseries to the west
of North Lancing. The area of bungalows there was called locally
Mickey Mouse town to the annoyance of the residents.
There are then a few of my recollections of Lancing in the years 1939
to 1945.  I had a happy childhood, and although I no longer live in
Lancing, I have many happy childhood memories from that time. David

31. Maureen Clarke

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I am the Maureen Clarke in Derek Gorham’s list of classmates.

Daily Walks to School

I lived, and still do live, just over the border in Sompting, so the walk to North Lancing School was about a mile; 4 times a day, as I came home for lunch most of the time I was there. I used to call in at Fircroft sweet shop on my way to or from (was it a Mrs.Middleton who owned it?) If I bought a small gobstopper, I could get it finished before I got to school, but a big one lasted too long! When I was old enough to walk on my own, I sometimes went on the footpath between Berriedale Drive and Boundstone Lane (which eventually became part of Boundstone School playing field) despite my mum telling me not to!

Teachers and Memories

I remember most of the teachers Derek mentions, although not in quite the same detail. However, I still have my autograph album with Miss Humphreys’ drawing of rabbits in it! It was quite scary moving up to Miss Lapham’s class after only one term, but she was very good to me, and later on I visited her in her little cottage at the top of Hoe Court. It is my understanding that she died in the early ‘90s. 

Musical Experiences

I have photos of the recorder group Derek mentions, and later on, there were also violinists in the group, of which I was one. Some of us played too with the Lancing Secondary Modern School orchestra run by Olive Poole. I also remember going off to sing as a school group at local schools' music festivals.

 Noyes Fludde at Lancing College

At the end of my final year at North Lancing, some of us took part in a production of Benjamin Britten’s ‘Noyes Fludde’ at Lancing College, only a year after it was first performed, and we walked across the Downs to the college for rehearsals. We took the parts of the animals, and I seem to recall that I was a rat!

The 1957 Gym Presentation

This photo is from 1957. It must have been a gym presentation in the playground for a parents Open Day? (Check out the cars!)

List of Classmates

In my autograph album, I have a list of classmates, so I could add some to Derek’s list: David Hebden,
Ian Ralph, G(ordon?) Ryan, John Martin, Sally Ede, J(ulie?) Brazier, David Fulford, Gavin North,
E(lizabeth?) Maddan, Margaret Hogben, D.G.Goldsmith, J.S.Butt, Peter Youlds, J.Stacey, D(avid?) Nock, P(aul?) Clayburn, E.West, M.J.Gunn, M(argaret) Marshall, A.Walker, V.Beech, H.Blaylock.

Some of these may have been an academic year above us. Where are they all now, I wonder?

Mrs. Thomas's Class of '55

Some of the names are in this photo of Mrs Thomas’s class of ’55………..

Back row: Philip Norton, John Martin, Colin ?, Barry Ruffel(?), Angela Bayley, ??, Gavin North, Derek
Gorham, Mrs.Thomas.

Row 3: ??, Ian Ralph, Christine Marshall, Margaret Hogben, Neil Furze(?), David Coker?

Row 2: ??, Maureen Clarke, ??, ??, Josephine ?, ??, ??, Jamie Wrench, ??

Front row: ??, Janice King, ??, ??, ??, ??, Sally Ede, ??

The Red House Memories

Further to Rose (Marg) Maloney’s memories, I too used to visit the Red House in Manor Road as I was a friend of Jamie Wrench. At that time, it had a large garden, which was great for us kids to play in, and of course, it also had a cellar, although I’m not sure we were supposed to go down there!

Moving On After the 11+

As Derek says, after 11+ we drifted apart a bit, although some of the mums used to bump into each other in the village and exchange progress news! Many of the boys who passed, I believe, went on to Steyning Grammar, and I went to Worthing High School for Girls, as it was then. Boundstone School was not yet built, although when I first went to North Lancing, my parents were told that by the time I was 11, we would all go to a new school in Lancing.

28. Vera Bartram recalls..

Vera Bartram

A Nostalgic Reflection

A friend lent me a copy of your Lancing Village Memories, which I found very interesting.

 

Hear Vera's story in her own words 

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 went to the new North Lancing primary at the bottom of Mill Road, and Miss Humphrey was still headmistress and Miss Tait still there. Miss Humphrey retired while my sons were there.

 

Wartime Memories 

We lived at my father's shop until 1940 when we moved to a flat along the Widewater.
From there, we often saw dogfights during the War as German planes came across the Channel, making their way inland, and the Spitfires fought them off. I remember seeing a German have to bail out, and his parachute didn't open.

 

Lancing's Cinemas and Shops 

I also remember first a little cinema being built in Penhill Road called the Regal and later the Odeon, and also the Luxor being built. As my father displayed posters advertising the programmes, we got free tickets every week, so saw a lot of films!
There were not a lot of shops built North of the railway until after the war, and although Lancing is still officially a Village, it is much bigger now.

 

Familiar Faces and Businesses 

 
I remember so many of the businesses mentioned by your correspondents. I went to school with Vera Gardner and Kathleen Scardifield, whose parents' shop was mentioned. I also remember the Melhuish's store, and I think one of that family was in my class at school, but I can't remember the name. We, too, had Dr Alexander until he retired and then Dr Collier.

 

Connections and Friendships 

I remember Derek Gorham, who has written because at one time we lived four doors away from his parents, and I was friendly with his mother, and Derek was at school with my son Peter.

 

A Heartfelt Conclusion 

What a lot of memories this has brought back - very enjoyable reading, thank you.

From: Mrs Vera Bartram (nee Murray)

25. From Rosemary Langrish neé Oakley

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Rosemary Langrish neé Oakley

Summary

Rosemary Langrish Oakley, a former resident of Lancing, shares her memories of growing up in the town during the 1930s. Her reminiscences span a variety of events, including her first school experiences, a fire at a local timber yard, playing in a chalk pit, participating in a parade celebrating a royal occasion, and encountering various itinerant figures who were common in the area at the time. She recounts both happy and unsettling experiences, highlighting the unique character of Lancing during her childhood.

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Early Lancing Memories

We moved from Portslade when I was about four years old, in 1932. We lived in one of the houses almost opposite Hoe Court Track. My first memory of Lancing was starting school at what is now called Freshbrook.

I was five years old, and my mum took me on the back of a bicycle with a cushion on the carrier. One morning, a little boy ran from Addison Square straight into the road and was hit by a motorbike. He flew up into the air, but I don’t think he was killed.

Also, at about the same age, I was sitting in the garden on an old cycle frame leaning against the fence, watching the red glow in the sky over Shoreham where White’s timber yard was on fire. The bike fell over, and I broke my arm, which took a long time to heal and would not straighten out. The hospital gave me a lovely big doll to carry back and forth to help straighten my arm, but it is still bent to this day.

Playing on the Downs

Opposite the Withy Bed (a clump of willow trees), we used to see snakes curled up in the sun on the bank, some were very big.

We went with friends up on the hills to play in the Chalk Pit and one day we found a big wallpaper book which we managed to carry home for drawing on. Also, one time we could hear a person singing "Morning has broken," and it was lovely as it echoed in the pit.

The Coronation Parade

I’m not sure if it was Queen Mary’s Jubilee or the Coronation of King George and Elizabeth, but I was in the big parade and dressed as a Victorian maid. It was a lovely crepe paper dress in green with a frill around the bottom, a white cap, apron, and lace-trimmed pantaloons that were split through the middle, nearly like two separate legs.

The parade started at Penhill Road, so Mum took us on the bus. As I got off, I caught my plimsoll in my dress and tore the bottom. The parade started off okay, but walking around by the Farmers pub and cottages, it pelted down with rain, and a little boy dressed as a red post box got soaked; he was as red as his box. We finished up at Lancing Manor Park. A short while after that, we each received a special Coronation mug from a really big wooden box in the hall at school.

Lancing Characters

We sometimes had "tramps" (homeless people) call and ask for hot water or something to eat. If Dad was home, Mum usually gave them tea and a thick cheese sandwich; we think they passed the word around. Also, gypsies called, selling pegs or sprigs of heather for luck. Onion men on bicycles came around as well. An Indian man was selling things, but we were told "never to open the door."

Another time, while playing on the hills, some boys came over and asked if we would like a sweet. Of course, we said "yes." When they opened the tin, it had a snake curled up in it. Whether it was live or dead, I don’t know. All I do know is I don’t like snakes.

A New Chapter

We moved house a few times and eventually left Lancing for Shoreham when I was about ten. I missed my old school (Mill Hill), so I played truant and took my two sisters and brother walking over the Old Shoreham toll bridge to the Manor Park for the school sports day. You can guess I had a good telling-off when we got back home.

PS: I just remembered I think it must have been an Air Display as a couple of planes dropped what we thought were ribbons, so we ran across the fields to find it was toilet paper.

24. Pictures from South Lancing School ~ Bob Brown

Bob Brown

Lancing resident and Pastfinder group member Bob Brown has kindly sent these two pictures of Staff and pupils of South Lancing School from the early 1950s

courtesy Bob Brown (L&S Pastfinders)

It would be interesting if any of our readers could name any of the sitters for these group portraits.

21. Derek Gorham recalls North Lancing Primary

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Derek Gorham

Derek writes his Lancing memory about North Lancing School

Like so many of your contributors, I stumbled on your site, and the memories just flowed. I hope some of this will be of interest. There could be more if I really thought.

I was born in 1948, having come down the big chimney at Southlands [maternity hospital] as Nurse Paddy Hatley used to say, she and her colleague "Bon" were the district nurses for the village; the latter was also the "nit nurse" at North Lancing School. Bon was quite short, and by our last year, she needed a stool to reach. Doctor Betty was the doctor. There were no appointments or an intercom to call you in. Patients sat around a big room with a grandfather clock in the corner, waited their turn, and then the door opened, and without fail, a tremendous cough erupted from behind it. Doctor Betty had a "foreign" car and acknowledged everyone he knew as he drove around. Since he seemed to know everyone, his hands were seldom on the wheel.

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Miss Humphreys, who had been at the school since World War I, left a term after I started at North Lancing Primary. If you left your autograph book with her, she would draw beautiful pictures of rabbits in crayon in it. Then Mr Cox arrived with his cane. Mrs Barnes did the dinner money; Miss Goby, with her big Wooden Record player and 78 of 'The Stars and Stripes', ideal music for marching around the room too, was the Reception teacher. Then came Miss Lapham, who taught us to read using Chicken Licken books in which the sky fell on the unfortunate bird. I managed to avoid Mrs Horne/Miss Orman, who was severe of dress and much feared. Mrs Thomas used to arrive on her bike, which had a plastic guard over the back wheel to protect her dress. Mrs Jones also had a bike, and we learned our tables by writing them on little pieces of paper, which were then thrown away. Mr "Pop" Steer was the cub master. He had a car, Uncle Clem. He also was in the choir at St James and organised musical evenings; I can still remember much of "The Pied Piper of Hamelin", and he ran a recorder group. We used to play people out from assembly. 'March in Scipio' seemed to be a favourite. Raffia mats and basket work were his specialities; there always seemed to be rolls of cane soaking in water. Mr Nutter had his own cane and taught in the original school. Finally, there was Miss Tate with her very sensible hairdo and measured walk.

Miss Curzon taught us country dancing; Mr Durrant was there, as well as Miss Higgins, whom he married. They used to sit in the sun at the back of the huts and chat. Miss Waite arrived and, I think, taught drama. Mr Wood, the caretaker, had a droopy moustache and wore thick corduroy trousers. He was always on hand with a bucket of sawdust if someone was sick.

As for my classmates, there was Philip Norton, who was my friend until his death two years ago, Jamie Wrench, David Coker, Peter Clist, Maureen Clarke, Angela Bayley, Janice King, Lynne Sandford, Neil Furze, Lynn Tugnett, Christine Marshall, Steven Blackledge, Colin? Bishop, Freda Voak and Alvin Vordregger (who could forget that name?). Then there are the people I can see who are nameless.

Chuff Chuff Charlie Elphick was not in my class, but we all used to watch him endlessly "playing trains" at playtime.

The Eleven Plus arrived; those of us who passed went on to Grammar school. The girls disappeared and so did the pupils who were not successful, but we had all had a safe childhood, been well taught, and had the good fortune to have the Downs and the beach as our playground.