EAST CHALDON

The earliest I can remember is living at East Chaldon, I could not

have been any more than three years old.

We lived in a farmhouse by the village green and dad used to work for a Mr Cobb just up the road. In them days in the early fifties I used to play outside on the road running around the village green, a triangle of grass that is still there today, running indoors to Mum when I fell over on the freshly laid chipping's which must have been about 2 inches deep. I can remember well how Mum lifted the displaced skin back up into place and put a bit of butter on it and said 'there there' that’s that mended! I still have the scar today! Across   the   road   lived   a   Walt   and   Betty   Miller   and   outside   was   an   old   village   pump,   they   used   to  keep honey bees and I can remember keeping away from them, and I still do today! I   visited   Chaldon   on   17th   November   2013   and   I   think   the   cottage   is   gone!   I   am   quite   sure   it   was   behind   the   pump   and   it   does   look  like a sign of an opening in the hedge where the entrance used to be. It   must   have   been   about   25   years   ago   when   I   took   Mum   out   to   visit   her   friends   Betty   and   Walter  Miller. I just wish I could lay my hands on the video I took that day. I have now managed to hunt through old footage and have found this short piece of film. Running  up  to  the  dairy  where  Dad  worked  with  a  milk  can  just  before  tea  time  to collect  the  second  can  of  milk  that  day,  Dad  brought  the  first  one  home  when  he finished milking in the early morning before I was even awake. My  elder  sister  Mary  went  on  the  school  bus  to  Winfrith,  I  don't  remember  anything  else about that but I think it was Webb's that ran the bus company. The   days   I   used   to   run   around   the   corner,   there   lived   a   lovely   lady   who   used   to   give   me   an   apple   to   eat   most   days.   The   bridge  over   the   little   ford   when   I   visited   there   a   few   years   ago   seemed   to   have   had   shrunk,   like   most   things   have   you   remember   from  your childhood. I   remember   very   well   the   time   I   ran   out   into   the   road   in   front   of   a   Land   Rover   driven   by   Mr   Cobb,   he   stopped   and   went   indoors   to  see Mum, I ran up into the garden and hid behind a row of beans and waited until he had gone. When   mum   died   I   wanted   to   visit   Chaldon   again   (like   you   do)   I   went   in   the   pub   that   Dad   used   to   go   in   now   and   again   and   I   just  stood   there,   and   couldn't   help   but   listen   to   a   couple   of   locals   talking   and   mentioning   a   Mrs   Cobb,   I   didn't   ask   any   questions,   I   just  listened and heard names that flashed back to me after all them years. A   walk   around   the   churchyard   revealed   lots   more   memories,   names   on   headstones   that   I   could   remember   Mum   bringing   up   in  conversation over forty years earlier. We  moved  to  Witchampton,  I  must  have  been  about  4  years  old  then  and  don't  remember  too  much  other  than  we  lived  just around  a  corner  with  someone  living  above  us.  The  road  was  always  covered  in  cow  muck.  We  lived  at  the  bottom  of  a  hill  and  I can  still   see   Dad   at   the   top   in   the   mornings   wheeling   out   milk   churns   full   of   water   to   tip   it   over   the   road   so   it   ran   down   the   mucky  hill cleaning as it went and all collecting at the bottom in a gateway. I have been back there a few times to try and find where we lived but with no luck. I do remember the farmer was a grumpy miserable sort of chap and we didn't stay there long. We  moved  to  Winterborne  Clenston  in  1955,  I  remember  this  only  because  it  was  the  time  I  started school. We  lived  in  the  1901  cottages  (Wards  Cottages)  and  Dad  worked  at  Canada  Farm,  the  farmer  was  a Mr Ward. The  school  was  at  Winterborne  Stickland,  and  my  teacher  then  was  a  Mrs   Webster,   there   used   to   be   a   big   red   hot   boiler   thing   in  the classroom which she used to have to keep clearing the ashes away. In   those   days   we   all   had   a   1/3   pint   of   milk   and   I   can   remember   I   could   never   open   mine   so   Mrs   Webster   had   to   do   it   for   me. Just down the road from us there was a house called Homelea, in that house lived the Webb family, I quickly made friends with Peter and Sid, we used to meet up outside the 1901 cottages to walk up to school together at Stickland. I can still remember Sid’s lunch box was an oxo tin that you don’t see these days I  never used to like milk in them days, it wasn't the same as what Dad used to bring home from work. The   school   meals   were   cooked   in   the   canteen   by   a   Mrs   Stone   and   Mrs   Cuff   and   it   was   really   nice,   I   always   used   to   get   seconds,  maybe I looked starved! I   remember   being   ill   one   day   and   was   taken   home,   all   I   could   think   about   was   that   I   had   left   my   penguin   in   my   desk   and   was  worried in case it was gone when I went back a few days later, I do remember it was still there, probably wouldn't be today! The   days   of   using   an   ink   pen   (a   nib   on   a   stick!)   and   the   ink   well   in   the   top   of   the   desk   I   remember   well   and   the   days   of   learning  hand writing between four faint lines on a piece of paper, there was two red lines top and bottom with two narrow blue ones in the middle, never did become top of the class at that. We   used   to   collect   a   few   spuds'   and   maybe   an   odd   cabbage   from   the   garden,   a   friend   and   I,   and   light   a   fire   in   the   old   brick  outhouse   at   the   back   of   the   house   and   do   a   spot   of   cooking.   The   bricks   were   very   soft   and   we   used   to   cut   a   small   piece   of   dried  dead elder, rub the end on the bricks to make them red and pretend we were smoking. We  used  to  pick  some  broad  beans  and  hide  in  a  'rolly - polly'  as  we  called  it,  a  very  large  50  gallon  type  barrel  only  I'm  sure  it  was bigger! Here we used to eat the beans, I do remember once or twice getting caught by Mum. We  never  had  a  car  in  those  days  but  I  don't  remember  ever  getting  bored  like  kids  these  days  say  they   do,   even   with   all   the  gadgets they have they still seem to want more, and when they get more it still isn't enough. Those   days   you   could   go   across   the   fields   without   a   care   in   the   world   picking   what   you   liked,   flowers,   mushrooms,   pick   up   a   few  little sticks for fire lighting, and not a word said, it was just normal those days, we all did it.

EAST CHALDON

The earliest I can remember is living at East Chaldon, I could

not have been any more than three years old.

We lived in a farmhouse by the village green and dad used to work for a Mr Cobb just up the road. In them days in the early fifties I used to play outside on the road running around the village green, a triangle of grass that is still there today, running indoors to Mum when I fell over on the freshly laid chipping's which must have been about 2 inches deep. I can remember well how Mum lifted the displaced skin back up into place and put a bit of butter on it and said 'there there' that’s that mended! I still have the scar today! Across   the   road   lived   a   Walt   and   Betty   Miller   and   outside   was   an   old   village   pump,   they   used   to  keep honey bees and I can remember keeping away from them, and I still do today! I   visited   Chaldon   on   17th   November   2013   and   I   think   the   cottage   is   gone!   I   am   quite   sure   it   was   behind   the   pump   and   it   does   look  like a sign of an opening in the hedge where the entrance used to be. It   must   have   been   about   25   years   ago   when   I   took   Mum   out   to   visit   her   friends   Betty   and   Walter  Miller. I just wish I could lay my hands on the video I took that day. I have now managed to hunt through old footage and have found this short piece of film. Running  up  to  the  dairy  where  Dad  worked  with  a  milk  can  just  before  tea  time  to collect  the  second  can  of  milk  that  day,  Dad  brought  the  first  one  home  when  he finished milking in the early morning before I was even awake. My  elder  sister  Mary  went  on  the  school  bus  to  Winfrith,  I  don't  remember  anything  else about that but I think it was Webb's that ran the bus company. The   days   I   used   to   run   around   the   corner,   there   lived   a   lovely   lady   who   used   to   give   me   an   apple   to   eat   most   days.   The   bridge  over   the   little   ford   when   I   visited   there   a   few   years   ago   seemed   to   have   had   shrunk,   like   most   things   have   you   remember   from  your childhood. I   remember   very   well   the   time   I   ran   out   into   the   road   in   front   of   a   Land   Rover   driven   by   Mr   Cobb,   he   stopped   and   went   indoors   to  see Mum, I ran up into the garden and hid behind a row of beans and waited until he had gone. When   mum   died   I   wanted   to   visit   Chaldon   again   (like   you   do)   I   went   in   the   pub   that   Dad   used   to   go   in   now   and   again   and   I   just  stood   there,   and   couldn't   help   but   listen   to   a   couple   of   locals   talking   and   mentioning   a   Mrs   Cobb,   I   didn't   ask   any   questions,   I   just  listened and heard names that flashed back to me after all them years. A   walk   around   the   churchyard   revealed   lots   more   memories,   names   on   headstones   that   I   could   remember   Mum   bringing   up   in  conversation over forty years earlier. We  moved  to  Witchampton,  I  must  have  been  about  4  years  old  then  and  don't  remember  too  much  other  than  we  lived  just around  a  corner  with  someone  living  above  us.  The  road  was  always  covered  in  cow  muck.  We  lived  at  the  bottom  of  a  hill  and  I can  still   see   Dad   at   the   top   in   the   mornings   wheeling   out   milk   churns   full   of   water   to   tip   it   over   the   road   so   it   ran   down   the   mucky  hill cleaning as it went and all collecting at the bottom in a gateway. I have been back there a few times to try and find where we lived but with no luck. I do remember the farmer was a grumpy miserable sort of chap and we didn't stay there long. We  moved  to  Winterborne  Clenston  in  1955,  I  remember  this  only  because  it  was  the  time  I  started school. We  lived  in  the  1901  cottages  (Wards  Cottages)  and  Dad  worked  at  Canada  Farm,  the  farmer  was  a Mr Ward. The  school  was  at  Winterborne  Stickland,  and  my  teacher  then  was  a  Mrs   Webster,   there   used   to   be   a   big   red   hot   boiler   thing   in  the classroom which she used to have to keep clearing the ashes away. In   those   days   we   all   had   a   1/3   pint   of   milk   and   I   can   remember   I   could   never   open   mine   so   Mrs   Webster   had   to   do   it   for   me. Just down the road from us there was a house called Homelea, in that house lived the Webb family, I quickly made friends with Peter and Sid, we used to meet up outside the 1901 cottages to walk up to school together at Stickland. I can still remember Sid’s lunch box was an oxo tin that you don’t see these days I  never used to like milk in them days, it wasn't the same as what Dad used to bring home from work. The   school   meals   were   cooked   in   the   canteen   by   a   Mrs   Stone   and   Mrs   Cuff   and   it   was   really   nice,   I   always   used   to   get   seconds,  maybe I looked starved! I   remember   being   ill   one   day   and   was   taken   home,   all   I   could   think   about   was   that   I   had   left   my   penguin   in   my   desk   and   was  worried in case it was gone when I went back a few days later, I do remember it was still there, probably wouldn't be today! The   days   of   using   an   ink   pen   (a   nib   on   a   stick!)   and   the   ink   well   in   the   top   of   the   desk   I   remember   well   and   the   days   of   learning  hand writing between four faint lines on a piece of paper, there was two red lines top and bottom with two narrow blue ones in the middle, never did become top of the class at that. We   used   to   collect   a   few   spuds'   and   maybe   an   odd   cabbage   from   the   garden,   a   friend   and   I,   and   light   a   fire   in   the   old   brick  outhouse   at   the   back   of   the   house   and   do   a   spot   of   cooking.   The   bricks   were   very   soft   and   we   used   to   cut   a   small   piece   of   dried  dead elder, rub the end on the bricks to make them red and pretend we were smoking. We  used  to  pick  some  broad  beans  and  hide  in  a  'rolly - polly'  as  we  called  it,  a  very  large  50  gallon  type  barrel  only  I'm  sure  it  was bigger! Here we used to eat the beans, I do remember once or twice getting caught by Mum. We  never  had  a  car  in  those  days  but  I  don't  remember  ever  getting  bored  like  kids  these  days  say  they   do,   even   with   all   the  gadgets they have they still seem to want more, and when they get more it still isn't enough. Those   days   you   could   go   across   the   fields   without   a   care   in   the   world   picking   what   you   liked,   flowers,   mushrooms,   pick   up   a   few  little sticks for fire lighting, and not a word said, it was just normal those days, we all did it.