Nether Wallop

Snow time

My father was the local postman until he had a serious accident at Middle Wallop. One of my memories of Nether Wallop was him telling me how it had snowed so hard on one occasion that when he delivered mail in School Lane where the wind blew in off the aerodrome he was dropping the mail through the upstairs windows of the houses there. Also being able to walk down to Mrs Salter's shop to buy 6 pennorth of sweets. I was married in St Andrew's Church in 1968, I met my wife at the Nether Wallop post office where she worked for Mr Munn. My sister Margaret Hayward to this day still lives in Aylwards Way. I live in Australia ...read more here
Contributed by mike hayward

Water Colour Painting

I have two beautiful original water colour paintings of Nether Wallop. One is of St Andrews Church and the other is of a thatched cottage leading up to the church.
Both are signed E Flower 41 and I was hoping someone may be able to help me find out more about this artist.
Contributed by Peter Barclay

First memories

My father, Richard (Dick) Cherrington was the village policeman in Nether Wallop during World War 2 and I was born in the Police House in the village in August 1944. My first memories ever were of an apple tree in our garden which my brother could climb and I couldn't - I was not very happy about that! I recently went back to the village and met the former village blacksmith and his brother. They both remembered my father, especially as he turned up at the smithy's brother's wedding reception uninivited whilst he was on duty! He had a piece of cake a cup of tea and left. If I could afford it I would buy ...read more here
Contributed by Adrian Cherrington

The Square

I was the village policeman, 1986-1991. I used to stand on the bridge in the photograph on the days of a wedding to ensure the newly-weds could get out onto the main road without waiting, and to help guests leave 'in convoy' where necessary so as to follow each other to the reception. Weddings often attracted guests 'from the city' who would invariably still be driving around an hour later, having got lost 'in the country'!

On a sadder note, I would do the same on the occasion of a funeral at St Andrews to allow the chief mourners to be on their way without any hold-up.

Each year, the square was the scene of the church bazaar, I ...read more here
Contributed by Doug Dickson

The Old Thatch

Ah, The Old Thatch. I remember it well, for this is where I grew up from the early 1940s until 1956. By today's standards it was grim: no heating, no running water, no flush loo - nothing. Yet it was a wonderful place in which to grow up and I will never lose my love for that old cottage. I still visit Nether Wallop whenever I can.
Yes, that is indeed the Rev Hyne-Davy in the picture, as Eileen Wilmott says, but I have an idea that photo was taken by my father, who dabbled in a bit of village photography. I may be wrong: it may have been taken by Mr Hinwood.
How well I remember the Hinwoods at ...read more here
Contributed by BRIAN RIVAS

Now

Do you see the thatch cottage by the bridge? My son and daughter-in-law and our grandchildren now live there, since 2002. It is such a lovely place to bring up children I would love to hear from anyone who could let us know any history to their house.
Contributed by Josephine Green

The Post Office

My father Oliver Hiinwood was postmaster here from 1903 to 1961. He used to take photographs of the village and send them to Frith's to be developed and then sold the postcards in the shop. The photograph shows the garage where we kept our car and to the side of that was a bakehouse where bread was baked daily. The person walking towards the shop is the Revd Frank Walter Hyne-Davy who was vicar of Nether Wallop.
Contributed by Mrs Eileen Wilmott