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Church at East Chaldon
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The earliest I can remember is living at East Chaldon, I could not have been any

more than three years old continued…

I remember all the cows in those days had horns and looked a bit scary, they were all friesian’s. I remember getting chased by one once, I must have been no more than nine or ten years old, I've never trusted them since! There was a track that went from the house up to some old barns, one of which contained even then, some really old carts that the horses used to pull and I remember an old car of sorts with a seat in the boot area, old elevators and goodness knows what all overgrown with stinging nettles. Just a hundred yards from the house there was a long hedgerow, all hazel bushes that we used to collect the nuts from every year, the hedgerow is not there any more since the farm was taken over and the modern way of farming took over with the removing of hedges to make larger fields.
This end house was the one we lived in I'm sure this was the old dairy that Dad worked at
Our trip to East Chaldon Our trip to East Chaldon about 30 years ago with Betty and Walter Miller. Sadly this was the last time that I seen them. They are laid to rest in the village churchyard
Betty and Walter Miller's grave at Chaldon
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The earliest I can

remember is living

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could not have been

any more than three

years old

continued…

I remember all the cows in those days had horns and looked a bit scary, they were all friesian’s. I remember getting chased by one once, I must have been no more than nine or ten years old, I've never trusted them since! There was a track that went from the house up to some old barns, one of which contained even then, some really old carts that the horses used to pull and I remember an old car of sorts with a seat in the boot area, old elevators and goodness knows what all overgrown with stinging nettles. Just a hundred yards from the house there was a long hedgerow, all hazel bushes that we used to collect the nuts from every year, the hedgerow is not there any more since the farm was taken over and the modern way of farming took over with the removing of hedges to make larger fields. We walked up across the fields to Milton Abbas woods and picked miniature Daffodils to bring home to Mum on Easter Sunday, Cowslips was always my favourite flower and so is today. It was always on a Sunday when Dad got paid I used to walk a hundred yards towards Winterborne Stickland to collect freshly laid eggs from a farmer Tommy Upshall. The most wonderful generous man you will have ever met. Those eggs I can still clearly see with chicken muck and bits of straw stuck all over them. You don't find them like that any more I bet! If so where? Those chickens had the run of the whole farmyard and the orchard. He also if I remember rightly sold ducks eggs too. I used to borrow his tractor for one reason or another, he used to say 'If you drop Granny Robbins in a couple bags of logs you can' so that's what I used to do, or another deal was 'if you take the milk churns out to the milk stand you can'. How can you not like or forget people like that? I cant. Milk churns in those days were heavy even when empty, that was before they were made from aluminium.
This end house was the one we lived in I'm sure this was the old dairy that Dad worked at
Our trip to East Chaldon about 30 years ago with Betty and Walter Miller. Sadly this was the last time that I seen them. They are laid to rest in the village churchyard.
© 2012, Village Memories.
Church at East Chaldon
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The earliest I can remember is living at East Chaldon, I could not have been any more

than three years old continued…

I remember all the cows in those days had horns and looked a bit scary, they were all friesian’s. I remember getting chased by one once, I must have been no more than nine or ten years old, I've never trusted them since! There was a track that went from the house up to some old barns, one of which contained even then, some really old carts that the horses used to pull and I remember an old car of sorts with a seat in the boot area, old elevators and goodness knows what all overgrown with stinging nettles. Just a hundred yards from the house there was a long hedgerow, all hazel bushes that we used to collect the nuts from every year, the hedgerow is not there any more since the farm was taken over and the modern way of farming took over with the removing of hedges to make larger fields.
This end house was the one we lived in I'm sure this was the old dairy that Dad worked at
Our trip to East Chaldon Our trip to East Chaldon about 30 years ago with Betty and Walter Miller. Sadly this was the last time that I seen them. They are laid to rest in the village churchyard
Betty and Walter Miller's grave at Chaldon
© 2012, Village Memories.
We walked up across the fields to Milton Abbas woods and picked miniature Daffodils to bring home to Mum on Easter Sunday, Cowslips was always my favourite flower and so is today. It was always on a Sunday when Dad got paid I used to walk a hundred yards towards Winterborne Stickland to collect freshly laid eggs from a farmer Tommy Upshall. The most wonderful generous man you will have ever met. Those eggs I can still clearly see with chicken muck and bits of straw stuck all over them. You don't find them like that any more I bet! If so where? Those chickens had the run of the whole farmyard and the orchard. He also if I remember rightly sold ducks eggs too. I used to borrow his tractor for one reason or another, he used to say 'If you drop Granny Robbins in a couple bags of logs you can' so that's what I used to do, or another deal was 'if you take the milk churns out to the milk stand you can'. How can you not like or forget people like that? I cant. Milk churns in those days were heavy even when empty, that was before they were made from aluminium.
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The earliest I can remember is living at East

Chaldon, I could not have been any more than three

years old continued…

I remember all the cows in those days had horns and looked a bit scary, they were all friesian’s. I remember getting chased by one once, I must have been no more than nine or ten years old, I've never trusted them since! There was a track that went from the house up to some old barns, one of which contained even then, some really old carts that the horses used to pull and I remember an old car of sorts with a seat in the boot area, old elevators and goodness knows what all overgrown with stinging nettles. Just a hundred yards from the house there was a long hedgerow, all hazel bushes that we used to collect the nuts from every year, the hedgerow is not there any more since the farm was taken over and the modern way of farming took over with the removing of hedges to make larger fields.
This end house was the one we lived in I'm sure this was the old dairy that Dad worked at
Our trip to East Chaldon Our trip to East Chaldon about 30 years ago with Betty and Walter Miller. Sadly this was the last time that I seen them. They are laid to rest in the village churchyard
Betty and Walter Miller's grave at Chaldon
© 2012, Village Memories.