In 1963 I met Mandy Fry, a girl who lived with her parents and sisters in their family farm in Bramdean. Mandy was lodging during the week with my Aunt while she was attending Eastleigh College and that’s how we met when visiting one day.
Malcolm Road
In October 1966 Mandy and I bought a plot of land in Malcolm Road. We had plans for a house drawn up. Although passed by the local authority, we still had to take the drawings to Scammel & Smith, the local estate agents, to have the drawings approved by them for the Hiltingbury Estates before we could start building.
With the help of my brother John, my father and Mandy, I spent all my spare time, evenings and weekends, for the next 11 months building our house just getting it finished a week before Mandy and I got married on 2nd September 1967 at St. John the Baptist Church in Alresford.
Our honeymoon
Our honeymoon was one week in Guernsey. Although we had a lovely new house things were a bit tight at first with my take home pay only £16 a week. Mandy earned £8 a week working in a local shop and our mortgage was £22 a month with interest rates over 10%.
My family
During the next few years we managed to get the house fully furnished and I built a garage all before our first daughter Clare was born, 6th May 1971. Our second daughter, Lisa was born on Mandy’s birthday, 27th July 1974. Our daughter Clare is married to Carl and along with their dog live in West End. Our other daughter Lisa is married to Stephen and they have two sons, Joshua and Peter and live in Chandler’s Ford.
Although I retired from full time paid work I now enjoy being able to do jobs for my family and friends especially the two extensions and other work on Lisa’s bungalow. When not working I like walking usually 3 to 6 miles a day mainly around Chandler’s Ford. Mandy and I also enjoy walking down by the coast in the Highcliff, Christchurch and Heingestbury Head area.
I feel so blessed with my life
I feel so blessed with my life, growing up, living and working in Chandler’s Ford where my family have been for over 130 years. For meeting and marrying Mandy and for setting up home together in the house we built 53 years ago and for our wonderful family, Clare and Carl, Lisa and Stephen and their special sons Joshua and Peter.
For all the connections I have with Chandler’s Ford I hope to end my life here ………But not just yet!
Peter Hammerton
July 2020
Peter Hammerton: My Family, My Life Living in Chandler’s Ford – Part 1
Peter Hammerton: My Family, My Life Living in Chandler’s Ford – Part 2
Gopi says
What a nice story! I too walk 3-6 miles around Chandlers Ford every day and I’m sure our paths cross.
Jo Swift says
Hi, I’m Peter’s niece, Freda’s daughter, I didn’t know all of this. What great memories, I remember the chair. The tradition of the bonfire building carried on & is one of my favourite childhood memories, until “Health & safety” stopped it. We’re as a family dry proud of our heritage in Chandler’s Ford.
Maybe I should write my memories or better still, ask Mum, there’s some fascinating stories Mum has of Chandler’s Ford in WW2 xx
Derek scorey says
I’ve had the pleasure of meeting Peter and his brother John, only the once it was when John was in a care home, both gentlemen, rip John, hope to meet Peter again, cheers,
Brian Glanville says
Well my old friend found you by chance! Just a clue: Bishopstoke 1983!
Hope you and yours are keeping well. Please contact, many memories to chat over.
Martyn Smith says
Hello,
My interest in Malcolm Road is that my father Rex Geoffrey Smith – bought a plot of land in Malcolm Road around 1953/4 and started the self build our first house (dad was a carpenter by trade but could do most things except electrics!)
Mum & Dad lived in a caravan on site – outside loo!
I was born in August 1954 – when we eventually moved into the house Mum told me I kept wanting to go outside for the loo! My birth certificate has 129 Malcolm Road – but cannot see that number in the road on Google maps – anyone know if there were number changes?
I lived in Chandlers-Ford for 29 years before moving away – but still try to come back for a nostalgic visit.