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Article from <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g> News KRA Newsletter - October 2006<br />

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There are many <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>terest<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g local history books available <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g> Library, about <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> Bas<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gstoke Canal, <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />

com<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g of <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> railway to Wok<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g Comm<strong>on</strong>, The Brookwood Cemetery, The Brookwood Hospital, Inkerman<br />

Barracks and <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> like. But, <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>stead of recount<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g that <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>formati<strong>on</strong> aga<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>, we thought readers might like to<br />

wander down Memory Lane with some of <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g>’s senior residents.<br />

Alan Frost, was born <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> 1912 <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g>. He was <strong>on</strong>e of 13 children. His fa<str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g>r was a postman, work<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g<br />

from <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> Post Office <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g> village. Life at home was much simpler <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g>n: <strong>on</strong>e tap, no bathroom, outside<br />

‘privy’, vegetables from <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> garden and no luxuries.<br />

Alan walked across <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> comm<strong>on</strong> to school <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g>. He remembered <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>kwells and<br />

straight nib pens, <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> daily arithmetic and<br />

times tables to be learnt and <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> strict<br />

discipl<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>e. After school he worked at a local<br />

Doctor’s surgery: chopp<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g wood for<br />

k<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>dl<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g, br<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> coal and do<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g o<str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g>r<br />

odd jobs. Of <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>on</strong>e shill<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g a week he<br />

earned, most went to his mo<str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g>r, but his<br />

penny was usually spent <strong>on</strong> creamy toffee<br />

from <strong>on</strong>e of <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> c<strong>on</strong>fecti<strong>on</strong>ers <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> village.<br />

Alan started work <strong>on</strong> a farm at Pirbright<br />

when he was 14. His job was to milk <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> cows and <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g>n deliver <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> milk. He drove a p<strong>on</strong>y and trap loaded with<br />

churns, and carefully ladled <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> fresh milk <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>to a jug at each kitchen door.<br />

He went to work at ‘Grimditch & Webb Butchers’ <strong>on</strong> <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> High Street, to learn a trade. In his youth he recalled<br />

about fifty shops <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g>, with four butchers al<strong>on</strong>e. There were no refrigerators <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> people’s homes, so<br />

housewives would buy food a ‘day at a time’. There were even two slaughterhouses <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> village, so cattle,<br />

sheep and pigs were a comm<strong>on</strong> sight <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />

‘Mr.Moore’s’ yard at <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> back of <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> High Street.<br />

Later I went to see Mrs Marjorie K<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gsbury. The<br />

house <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> picture is Highclere, which was Mrs<br />

K<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gsbury’s (nee Hard<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g) grandfa<str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g>r’s home. (It<br />

is now <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> pet shop, 1 High Street). When she was<br />

a girl grow<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g up <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g>, she remembered <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />

fields all <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> way down <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> hill to Chobham Road<br />

and Barley Mow Lane. (The sec<strong>on</strong>d picture shows<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> Barley Mow Public House). Spread al<strong>on</strong>g <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />

High Street <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g>re was a wide range of shops:<br />

grocers, bakers, hardware stores, general stores,<br />

haberdashers, and even a rag-and-b<strong>on</strong>e yard. Firms<br />

like Belchers, Rices, Pickards, Rugleys and later<br />

Boormans, but <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g>re were spaces between <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g>m,<br />

with gardens, allotments, houses and fields beh<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>d.


Cyril Fagence, (b. 1913) had worked <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> Rugleys, but Cyril and I talked more about <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> ‘Isthmian League’ and<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g> Football Clubs of his youth. He had been a top goal scorer and remembered a match when his<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g> team beat Wok<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g 7 to nil. Football was Cyril’s favourite sport but <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g>re seems to have been plenty<br />

for young people to do <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> those days.<br />

There was also cricket and tennis, a bowl<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g green<br />

beh<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>d <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> Anchor Pub, a lively dance hall at <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />

end of what is now Highclere Road (that sometimes<br />

put <strong>on</strong> picture shows), church events and country<br />

fairs.<br />

Life <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g>n sounds idyllic, but perhaps that is part<br />

of <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> way our memories mellow as <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> years go<br />

by. So <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g>se Memory Lane articles are a tribute to<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> people of <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g> and to happy memories, and<br />

f<strong>on</strong>d recollecti<strong>on</strong>s of a quieter time.<br />

S<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>cere thanks to Alan, Cyril and to Mrs K<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gsbury for shar<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g>ir memories with us. <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g> people have<br />

many w<strong>on</strong>derful stories to tell which can help us to understand <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> history of our ever-chang<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g village.<br />

If you have memories of <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g> and <str<strong>on</strong>g>the</str<strong>on</strong>g> local area that you would like to share with us, please c<strong>on</strong>tact us by<br />

Email: news@knaphill.org<br />

Or write to: The Editor, KRA <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g> News, c/o <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g> Post Office, 1-2 Anchor Crescent, <str<strong>on</strong>g>Knaphill</str<strong>on</strong>g>,<br />

Wok<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g GU21 2PD<br />

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Sadly Alan passed away <strong>on</strong> 27 th September 2006, but his s<strong>on</strong> Terence k<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>dly allowed us to <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>clude his memories <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> this<br />

article.

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