This image was sent to us by Wendy Buckingham (nee Nash) with the following note:
"The centre boy in the middle row is my father Peter Nash. I have no idea who the rest could be. Maybe some of your readers can identify one or two of the others."
From Denis Payne
I attach a photo taken by the Rev. Tudor Jones when we walked from our hotel into the town of Chateaux d'Oex in the Bernese Oberland. Not a very clear print but some names:
Backrow L to R Don Parfect, Denis Payne, Ron Cowie.
Front L to R. Elsie Earl, (later Mrs Watkins, schoolteacher in Holme School) Jean Hutton (her parents ran the Wheatsheaf pub in Arford), Marie Rice, Pam Glaysher, ?, Jean Radford, Eileen Thompsett, ?.
Denis Payne sent this picture of the Youth Fellowship Christmas Feast on 4th January 1949
"I attach a photograph taken 60 years ago in the old Church room. (which I think has long since been demolished, I'm sure this is so as the area is now an estate of modern houses.)
Centre of picture is the rector, Rev. Tudor Jones and on his right Mrs Stevens. On the rector's left is his wife and next to her is John Calderwood who lived in Headley and was deputy headmaster at Bordon Council School. I dont know the identity of the couple to Mrs Stevens right. I seem to have managed to get in the frame, side on view to the right of the picture.
I can't remember much else about the occasion, for instance who did the catering, but it is a reminder of how much Joyce and the rector contributed to the youth of the village.
Since this picture appeared, Colin Noble sent in some suggestions for additional names:
I think that I can fill in some missing names. I think that fifth from the left in the back row is Jennifer Souter, her father was the milkman in Lindford. To her right and next to Val Cowie is Pat Martin. In the third row, going from right to left and standing next to David Fear is, I think, Ted Knight. If my memory serves me correctly his family were builders in Lindford. I last heard of Ted about twenty years ago when he was about to retire to Portugal. (added 24th November 2008)
Some further comments from Mike Adams who wrote on 31st May 2009:
The photo was taken around 1952, when we went to a large house in the New Forest. It shows those in the fellowship as well as other groups who were staying.
In the back row from the left were a group of French girls who had lost their fathers, airmen, in the war. At the end of the back row the last four were in our party, Mike Adams, our coach driver, Kenny Skidmore, and John Watts. In the middle row at the right end is Jim Wade. Looking along the row I can recognise a number of faces but sadly have forgotten their names.
The front row contains in third and fourth from the left the two leaders of the group,Rev. Tudor-Jones and Joyce Stevens. These are followed by an unknown group which may have included the staff who ran the house, and then another group from Headley, where Hazel Parfect is fifth from the right.
Some passages from A Souvenir of Headley, published around 1896 by Charles 11, Beck, then head teacher at the Holme School:
Another pleasant drive, to Frensham Pond, must certainly be undertaken. Taking the road by Wishanger Lodge, a spot exceedingly pretty, the Pond is soon reached. It covers an area of 103 acres, and is well stocked with pike, perch, tench, carp, and eels. A good fleet of boats is available, and a hotel rests at the edge of the lake. The road at Simmondstone should then be taken, when Hampshire lanes will be seen at their best, and a pleasant ride through Hearn will lead to Headley.
I here are many gentle walks closer at hand which will soon be discovered, but one to Headley Park must he mentioned
In whichever way a journey is taken, the high banks at the roadside are very striking. The roots of the trees are often laid bare, forming fantastic shapes among the rocky strata, the polypodium vulgaris, ever fresh and green, converting these bits of loveliness into fairy gardens.
More need not be said of a district so full of beauty, so richly diversified, for the lover of rural peace and pleasure will have learnt enough to wish for more. At least that such may be the case is the earnest desire of the Author
The Church and the Fire of 1836
Mr Henry Knight told Mr Laverty (The Rector 1872 to 1929) that he was on the roof assisting to extinguish the flames tho' his friends tried to persuade him to come down.
By and by the shingle of the spire had all burnt away leaving only a solitary upright iron rod on which the vane was. So in order to prevent this from falling on the roof, the people below fired bullets (!) at the vane, but with no effect, for by and bye it fell into the old gallery and of course set it on fire. The fire broke out in a shed which was then close by the Church (the churchyard not being so big as now) owing to some straw catching alight from matches with which the some children were playing.
A drawing of the church as it was according to the best recollection of Mr Knight is to be found in Macmillan's edition of White's Selborne (1875), illustrated by Mr Laverty's father (professor De La Motte) and is reproduced here.
After the Church fire
Joseph Ballantine Dykes was the rector from 1848 to 1872 and came from Cockermouth in Cumberland. He was, as all Rectors were from the Reformation until fairly recent times, a fellow of Queen's College Oxford. A chair was made for him by the village carpenter and was given by his daughter to the Church and was the rector's chair in the Vestry.
Unfortunately this mysteriously vanished. Mr Dykes largely altered the Church after the fire, which damaged part of the building. He built a new porch, rebuilt the walls and raised the floor by 3 feet (as can be seen in the tower today). He also added the Chancel and the Vestry. Previously there was a gallery which would hold 100 persons, the music being provided by bassoon, clarinet and bass viol. A story is told that no one was allowed to sing except those invited into the gallery. One Peter Alder used to sit in the middle, and he had the longest nose ever seen, so long that it used noticeably to wag.
There was a three decker pulpit in the church and two aisles before the fire
(Taken from Headley 1066 -1966 by J S Tudor Jones, Rector of Headley from 1934 to 1965)
The Church Roof
Did you know that the Church roof is the most interesting and outstanding feature of the building. The massive tie beams are 26ft in length and each one is a different girth. The ribbed surfaces found on the beams is evidence that they are very old and it is probable that they were cut and shaped in a saw pit.
They date from the last quarter of the 14th century. Nail marks on the rafters show that at some stage they were boarded over to form a barrel roof. On one kingpost near the west end there is the carving of the head of a man, which could possibly be the master carpenter
Cobbett's visits to Headley
10th December 1822
`Upon leaving Greatham we came out upon Woolmer Forest... I asked a man the way to Thursley. "You must go to Liphook, sir" said he. "But", I said, "I will not go to Liphook," These people seemed to be posted at all these stages to turn me aside from my purpose, and to make me go over that Hindhead, which I had resolved to avoid. I went on a little further, and asked another man the way to Headley, which lies on the western foot of Hindhead, whence I knew there must be a road to Thursley without going over that miserable hill. The man told me that I must go through the forest. I asked him whether it was a good road: "It is a sound road", said he, laying a weighty emphasis upon the word `sound'. "Do people go it?" said I "Ye-es" said he. "Oh then" I said to my man, "as it is a sound road keep you close to my heel, and do not attempt to go aside, not even for a foot". Indeed it was a sound road. The rain of the night had made the fresh horse tracks visible. And we got to Headley in a short time, over a sand road, which seemed so delightful after the flints and stone and dirt and sloughs that we passed over and through since the morning
We got to Headley, the sign of the Holly Bush, just as dusk, and just as it began to rain. I had neither eaten not drunk since eight o'clock in the morning; and it was a nice little public house, I at first intended to stay all night, an intention which I afterwards very discreetly gave up. I had laid my plan. Which included the getting to Thursley that night. When, therefore, I had got some cold bacon and bread and some milk, I began to feel ashamed of stopping short of my plan.
Cobbett bargained with a man for three shillings to guide him so as to avoid Hindhead*, but the guide lost his way and they eventually arrived on the turnpike some hundred yards on the Liphook side of the buildings called the Hut. `At the Holly Bush at Headley there was a room full of fellows in white smock frocks, drinking and smoking and talking, and I who was then dry and warm moralised with myself on their folly in spending their time in this way. But when I got down from Hindhead to the public house at Road Lane, with my skin soaking and my teeth chattering, I thought just such a group , whom I saw through the window sitting round a good fire with pipes in their mouths, the wisest assembly I had ever set eyes on.'
The following August Cobbett was more fortunate, and he speaks in glowing terms of the road from Headley through Churt to Thursley: `a prettier ride I never had in the course of my life'
* he would have welcomed the tunnel!!