I stayed at the Chestnuts for two or three weeks during the summers of 1955, 1956 and 1957. The first year I was there by myself but the following two years my late sister was with me. I was 8 years old in 1955 and have so many memories, some happy and some not so happy.
Bob, I may have known your wife as I always remember a lady called Janet who was very kind to me, although some staff were not. I remember calling her Miss Janet, although Miss Jamjar rings a bell! It would have been amazing to have met your wife. I am sorry for your loss.
Bob, I would love to see the photos you have as myself and siblings could well be in them – any chance?
I remember Matie very well, who was very strict and scary and Unsie who was nicer but because she was friends with Matie, I didn’t like her much either. Matie took a box of Cadburys Milk Tray away from me after my uncle had visited and given them to me. She shared them out between all the children and I didn’t get one. I remember being upset for a long time.
Did Janet ever speak of all the wonderful dogs and cats they had at the Chestnuts? There was Sam, a beautiful black cocker Spaniel, and Jem (I think it was short for Jemima) a golden cocker. I remember a lovely ginger cat called Grace.
I shared a bedroom which had an iron fire escape leading from the room down into the garden. When there was a fire drill, everyone had to come into our bedroom and I thought this was very exciting.
The garden seemed huge with high hills which we used to roll down and a huge climbing frame and a sandpit. About 30 years ago, with my now ex-husband, we tried to find The Chestnuts as I had told him so much about the time I spent there. Just by coincidence, it seemed like it had just been sold and the wooden lockers which I remember so well, were all piled up in the garden. There was nobody around so we walked around the garden which was no longer huge and the high hills were just bumps in the lawn.
In the last year I was there (1957) I and another lad were old enough to take the dogs for walks on our own and we used to take them over the fields full of poppies. I fell in love (at 10 yrs old!!) with this lad and I still remember his name, if you are out there somewhere – Michael Winshake. All I can remember is that he had an older sister. We weren’t old enough to think of taking addresses or phone numbers and we promised we would see each other again the next year but I never went there again. He gave me my first kiss!!!
After I married, I went on to breed cocker spaniels, had a chicken called Jemima, a duck called Grace and my favourite flowers have always been poppies – my gardens have always been full of them – all from my happy memories at the Chestnuts.
I have many more memories and if there is anyone who would like to share their own with me, I would love to hear from you.