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Old map of Upper Wield

Upper Wield memories

I was baptised in this church . . .

Upper Wield, St James' Church 2004

and so was my mum, her dad, his dad, his dad, etc etc.
I was born in Upper Wield in 1949. The churchyard is full of us Giles'

Contributed by Vernon Maldoom

Hampshire memories

I was baptised in this church . . .

Upper Wield, St James' Church 2004

and so was my mum, her dad, his dad, his dad, etc etc.
I was born in Upper Wield in 1949. The churchyard is full of us Giles'

A memory of Upper Wield contributed by Vernon Maldoom

This was my School!

Medstead, the School c1955

I went to school here from about 1971 when I had just turned 6 until the age of 11 when I was sent off to the Amery Hill Secondary, in nearby Alton.

The school house and St. Andrews Church played a huge part in my life back then as I was also in the Church Choir, Brownies & later the Girl Guides lead by Miss Jennifer Lines - who I adored. I was one of two girls to get sick with Scarlet Fever at this school and there was a big hush up so as not to panic the "simpleton villagers" as the Doctor put it. Charming! I then got Coxsackie Virus and I was off school for a ...read more here
A memory of Medstead contributed by Zaryn Hammersley

my younger days up redwood lane.

i can remember menia cottage from a very early age.its not there anymore knocked down to make way for modern and bigger houses.to me that little tinned roof bungalow was heaven i lived there with mum and dad and my 5 brothers and 3 sisters until i was 23.now we have lost another brother (andy) i wish we could go back to how it was then,you could trust anybody leave doors and windows unlocked day and night not worry about where our next meal was coming from.we never had a lot of money because you did not need it then, but we never went without we were always happy.
A memory of Medstead contributed by norah wells