Lancing Village Memories. This is a collection of messages sent to me from present and former North and South Lancing residents recalling their memories of life and times in the village. If you have a story, memory, or any photographs, I would really appreciate you sharing. please send email to ray.hamblett@gmail.com
Tuesday, 26 January 2016
49. Bill Lindfield
Sunday, 3 January 2016
Sunday, 26 April 2015
46. Marion Dolemore-Bushby sends information
Marion Dolamore-Bushby
wrote to me and wished to share the following..Dear Ray,
The first picture is supposedly Lancing Mill.
The second is South House c 1860.
The next picture is of Lancing Mill. I do not know who the people are.
The last picture is of Charles's 3 spinster daughters living in South House in all those rooms! When families of 6 or more children lived in two or three rooms.
I spent a long time searching for a picture of South House and only found the one here recently. I am unaware of any others.
I have a painting of the mill that a distant relative sent me, so will send that on to you if you wish. Marion .....
And so she did...
This is the painting I was sent by a distant Bushby cousin, which is of Lancing Mill.
occasions, however, I received this picture since moving to Australia, so cannot visit to see for myself.
Hope it's of interest. Marion [dolamore-bushby]
Marion wrote again...
I am enclosing two photos of William Bushby, the miller's daughters. I only have one other picture of his children, and that is my grandfather Edward Dolamore-Bushby, who was a baker.
George William, as you probably know,w was a butcher.
These pictures are of Clara, with the two Challen girls holding kittens, and Emily.
Wednesday, 22 April 2015
Comments
On the subject of the Lisher cart-horses, I well remember, as a child, seeing them in their flint stable and out on their rounds, in the late 1950s. I recall both Unigate and Co-op dairies finished using horses at about the same time as Lishers, around 1962. "Joey" the milk-horse, was a favourite with the children, and he reputedly knew exactly which houses to stop outside of. Joey was always given a carrot or some other treat when he got to our house, in Annweir Avenue, which probably jogged his memory of where to stop !
That's probably where my life-long affection for horses started, and why my family and I currently
look after so many elderly rescued ones !
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
45. Jenny Shackley (nee Charman) writes about life in Lancing from 1947
Jenny Shackley.
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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@blueyonder.co.uk |
Tuesday, 19 August 2014
44. Colin Harrison recalls Boundstone School early days
Collin Harrison
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Yours, Colin Harrison, late of Fircroft Avenue.
Thursday, 7 August 2014
43. Jo Christmas, born during air raid at Saxon Villas
Jo Christmas
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Birth During Wartime
I was just going through our file of important documents and found my birth certificate. It gives the address where I was born as 1 Saxon Villas, Lancing, on 10th February 1943. I have been on Google Maps, and that address isn't listed any more, so I presume it no longer exists.
Obviously, I have no personal memory of the time in Lancing as just before I was born, an attachment of Canadian troops moved into the area and, in fact, took over the house where my mother was staying. All the surrounding area was evacuated, I gather, as the whole area around that part of Lancing was full of army lorries and vehicles, loaded with ammunition, etc., as they were preparing for a possible invasion by the enemy.
As I was due at any time, they allowed my mother to occupy the upstairs bedroom whilst the troops took over the rest of the house. In the meantime, the local midwife was detached to try and find someone or someplace to take her in as the army wanted me rehoused as soon as possible. The young Canadian soldiers took turns to sit with my mother (she was confined to bed at this time with a severe case of toxaemia) and would talk to her about many things, including their families back home.
A Narrow Escape
One morning, one of the soldiers told my mother that all the lorries outside were loaded with munitions, and it only needed one bomb to land in the vicinity and the whole area would blow up. A short time later, the air raid sirens started, and aircraft began flying overhead. At the time, my mother was lying in bed on her own and only managed to clamber out and crawl under the bed whilst she could hear the bombs dropping not far away. Apparently, all the troops had fled into the air raid shelter somewhere close by and in the rush, no one thought of my mother upstairs. Mother was not even physically able to get downstairs, and shortly after the bombs started, she went into labour.
The midwife, in the meantime, was scouring the town for someone or someplace to take Mum in, but had to duck into the nearest air raid shelter to take cover as soon as the air raid siren started. However, she realised that this air raid would undoubtedly bring on mother's labour, and it wasn't until the all clear was sounded much later that she was able to continue her bike ride to mother's house.
As soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she told Mother she could hear me wailing upstairs, and on arriving at the bedroom, she found me bawling my eyes out under the bed, blue with the cold, and Mother passed out! She was so upset that Mother had been all alone and had me under the bed with no one around to help her, but at least I was alive and kicking (or wailing!)
An Evacuee's Story
As the midwife had been unable to find anyone to take Mother in, she was told by the army that she had to leave the house as they could no longer be responsible for her. With nowhere to go, she was preparing to put me into an orphanage when an old neighbour was in touch and arranged for me to be cared for as an evacuee by a friend of hers in Seaford, and mother then found a place to stay in a nurses' hostel in London. I remained in Seaford for the duration of the war.
The funny thing about that was that at the time, many children were being evacuated out of Seaford because of the many bombings by the V1s flying directly over the Sussex Downs and often unloading their bombs on the area. As our house was directly at the foot of Beachy Head, many bombs dropped nearby, and I gather I spent a great deal of time sheltering with them in the cupboard under the stairs!
A Search for the Past
Obviously, all this was told to me second-hand by my mother as I was too young to remember any of it. Having just found the Lancing address where I was born on my birth certificate, I have been trying to find it on Google Maps, but there is no mention of 1 Saxon Villas Close in Lancing, so I presume it no longer exists. Would really love to know if anyone in Lancing remembers where Saxon Villas used to be, as I would love to find out exactly where I was born.
Anyway, thought you might be interested to hear of wartime experiences in Lancing during WW11.
Regards, Josephine Christmas (nee Smith)
Editor Note: After a little bit of luck and research, we found Saxon Villas
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