CONTACTS

I was asked if I could provide a notice board on which people could leave comments and their e-mail addresses so that old friends still living locally might see them and get in touch. Regretfully my reply had to be that space required for local history items would soon be used up by such a facility, but as a second best I have created this page. I hope it goes some way to providing an address interchange and point of contact. If so please let me know. AJM August 22nd 2001.
CONTACT AUTHOR
INDEX
Mark Corrigan UK, Patricia Matthews NZ, Tony Painter AUS, Jackie Martin AUS, Gordon and Karen Mackay AUS, Maurice Stovell CAN, SarahJane Moll UK

Mark Corrigan
At school the other kids called me "Joe Corrigan" after the Manchester City Goalkeeper and I was never called Mark it was always 'Joe' even from most of the teachers. I actually had girlfriends in Redhill who didn't know my real name as I never bothered to tell them otherwise. In fact I understand that a few of the desks at The Bishop Simpson girls school in Carlton road had Joe Corrigan etched in them.
It really was a great place to spend my adolescence doing the things that kids do in places such as Earlswood lakes, Gatton Park, Reigate Hill, Windmill common etc. We used to go to places like Brighton, Corydon, Box Hill etc just doing "nothing". One year we bunked off school and went to Epsom for Derby Day where we were caught by three teachers but, as they were doing the same thing, they never reported us. It was actually a good day as I'd had a bet on Snow Knight which won the Derby at fifty to one.
I have lost touch with most of my friends from those "halcyon days" but on a recent visit managed to locate the whereabouts of my best mate Paul Corston who now lives in the midlands. If you should post any of this on your site and any of my old friends (Glenn Byles, Steve "Charlie" Gunner, Ivor Lacey, Stuart Stevens, Nick Rives, Keith Brett to name but a few) should see it they can Email me on
mark.corrigan@biimember.net
(See also Wheatsheaf and Home Cottage on the Pubs page for more information from Mark.)

 
Patricia Matthews
This is just to say as a person who was born and reared in Redhill, I have spent a most enjoyable time this Sunday looking at your Redhill site. I cannot say I recognised a lot of "Redhill today" as the one I knew is nearly all gone. I grew up in St John's Road right opposite Earlswood School, attending St John's School and Church before going on to Bishop Simpson (St Bedes). Viewing the pictures of the Philanthropic School brought back a few memories of the sound of sirens that would go off when there was a escape.
Patricia Matthews (Robinson) - formally of Redhill before 1973. Email
- glennie.matt@xtra.co.nz
 
Tony Painter
I emigrated to Melbourne, Australia in 1967.
I worked at Foxboro-Yoxall in Redhill between 1959 and 1963 in the drawing office. After attending St Matthews Infant and Junior schools, I went to Frenches Road Boys school. I was in form 1A to 4A at Frenches Road and the teachers I most remember were Tommy Grant the headmaster, Derek Eccles the canny Scot. (he was hard but fair). I also remember Mr Nutall the music teacher. My classmates included John Morley, Phillip Ball, Peter Pizzie, Alan Piper (deceased), Geoff Bewsey and many others too numerous to mention.  The school bully was Phillip Wymark.  Mr Eccles soon sorted him out.  Life in Australia is great, still the land of milk and honey if you've got what it takes.  I spent my formative years in Redhill living in Park Road. The things I most remember about Redhill are the old derelict house on the corner of Lingfield Lane and North Street (I never did know who owned it) the Arcade, which in later years was virtually taken over by Charlie Manning, the sandpits at the top of Redstone Hill, the swimming baths opposite the sports ground, the Wheatsheaf pub, we had Xmas parties upstairs as my folks knew the publicans, George and Lou Noble later taken over by Fred Rothwell who later went to The Black Horse in Reigate.  My folks also knew Dave McGuire at the Locomotive in Ladbroke Rd.  Great Memories!!
 Congratulations on getting a contacts page up and running.  I would be delighted if you would include my name and details.
Tony Painter -
tpainter@iprimus.com.au (Tony is the person mentioned in the header who originally enquired about the notice board)
 

Jacqueline (Jackie) Martin née Bell
Hi, I was born and raised in Redhill. Schooling was at St Mathew's and Cromwell Road, leaving there in 1954. Address back then was 40, Ringwood Avenue, Redhill, Surrey. My church was Holy Trinity at the top of the hill on the A23, although I got married at St John's. I emigrated to Australia in 1972, returning to U.K. for visits in 1983 and 1987.
Email address: -
jaqmar@chariot.net.au

 
Gordon Mackay
Hi, my name is Gordon Mackay. I am 45 and left the Redhill/Reigate area 11 years ago. I have managed to contact lots of old friends through a website at www.friendsreunited.co.uk. It has been a fantastic contact source. I have managed to contact family as well as friends from years ago. My brother , two sisters and myself all attended St John's. I am currently compiling a class poster with all pupils in my 4th year (1967/8 Mr Pages ) and am asking for pictures. I have managed to remember 80% of the names with only a few pictures, but I am determined to complete it. I now own an IT business in Queensland Australia and would find it very easy to compose a full colour poster at no charge for all classmates. I have posted on the friends website noticeboard my list and am waiting for responses
I was a choirboy at St John's church. We got 2 shillings and sixpence for weddings and 3 shillings for funerals. I never could work out why we got more for funerals; weird eh?
People in Australia simply don't believe how many pubs we have in England and the page on this site is a constant actual proof. Even I couldn't believe it and had a good look through.
I was born at Redhill General Hospital and lived at 18 Heston Road, Redhill, until I was about 9. This was in a prefab, made from asbestos sheet sandwiched with straw in the middle. All houses were identical in every way. My older brother Allan and two older sisters, Heather and Sheligh, all slept in one bedroom with my parents in the other (only 2 bedrooms). They were built after the war as temporary accommodation. We were one of the last to leave it in 1964 when they were dismantled and sold to Billy Butlins!
We moved to 10, Apley Road South Park where we stayed until 1972. I started Reigate Grammar at 12 and stayed there until I finished my schooling at Woodhatch . In 1972 we moved to a new style modern flat at 33 Observatory Walk. It was here where I started to visit almost every pub I could find. Our most popular was The Towers and then the Disco pubs; The Market, Dive Bar Bell etc.
In 1979, aged 23, I married Karen Wager, a local Redhill/Reigate girl who attended Holmesdale school and Bishop Simpson's, and swam for The Marlins. In 1977 we bought a house at 64 Croydon Road for £8,900 and spent 2 years renovating it before moving in on return from our Honeymoon
. We then moved on to 6b Chart Lane and then finally to Windmill Way, backing on to Wray Common. Due to moving and having a wide range of friends I knew hundreds of people from the Redhill area from all walks of life and would be very interested to hear from them. We left Redhill in 1991 with the idea of checking out Australia and New Zealand for a year. As I had just been made redundant the thought of someone else paying for a trip to the other side of the world appealed to me. We were first going to rent our house out but we had an offer to buy it which we accepted. We didn't formally emigrate at this point; we weren't sure if we were going for good or not, so we put all our stuff in storage. We left with eight suitcases packed with the kids bikes, computer and games, and took off. We had a round the world ticket with as many stop-offs as we wanted. We went to the USA, Hawaii, Kauai and then to New Zealand.
We stayed a couple of weeks in Wellington with UK friends who had emigrated only a few months before. We toured, loved it there, and fell into a really good deal in renting a house for 9 months from a family who were going back to UK to visit. I got a job and we enjoyed a no-hassle life. While we were there we holidayed to the Gold Coast in OZ. We found the weather to be even nicer than NZ and decided that after our time was up in NZ we would try OZ. I applied for jobs there while still in NZ and managed to get a number of interviews, so I travelled on my own and was successful in getting one of the jobs. Karen's mum and sister visited us and also fell in love with OZ and soon followed us. We eventually formerly emigrated.
I am sure we will return for a visit one day but with both of our parents no longer alive the pull back to Redhill isn't so strong
. If and when we do I will put an advertisement in the Surrey Mirror and have a massive party.
All the very best to everyone who knows us,
Gordon & Karen Mackay (nee Wager) gmmackay@hotkey.net.au
 
Maurice Stovell
I was born and raised in Redhill over the fish & chip shop in Ladbroke Road. I left the UK in 1970 and went to BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA. Looking at your pictures, one that brought memories as a young boy was the cattle running down the High Street to the slaughter house next to Woolworth. We later moved to Earlswood Road and I was 6yrs old when we got bombed out. If any of my old friends read this page they can e-mail me at
 electric-mo@hotmail.com.
 
SarahJane Moll
I was at St Bede's between 1980 and 1986. I then went to the University of Stirling, and have been in Aberdeen for the past 11 years. There was a class reunion recently, but I chickened out of it - I've not been working lately because of illness, and didn't want to make anyone feel glum. I occasionally pop back to Redhill, though; my mum still lives there and has been a governor of St Bede's for many years. I still find it weird when she refers to teachers by their first names.
If anyone who knows me would like to get in touch my email address is sjmoll@worldonline.co.uk
 
From Jeff Bewsey
My family moved to Redhill from Brockley, South East London in 1952 when my father, Wally Bewsey, took over the managership of the Victoria Wine Company on the corner of London Road and Clarendon Road. In those days customers queued at the counter and asked for what they wanted. Dad had to be an expert in wines, spirits etc to advise people what to buy. At the time there were no self service shops. There were four separate counters at Sainsburys in Station Road, one for cheese, one for cooked meats etc, one for meat and one for provisions. There was the Home & Colonial stores with one counter for everything, Bacons Corn Stores, The Milk Bar near the traffic lights and so on. Grice's bakery in Station Road where you bought stale cakes on the way to school for a few coppers.   I went to St Matthew's School in Station Road. The Headmaster was Mr Williams a genial old chap aka Mr chips, pencil thin Mr Baker who had spent some years in a Japanese prison of war camp, and I think a Miss Rawlings. Every day summer and winter we had to walk in a crocodile from the school to the old St Matthew's church hall at the end of the High Street, a green unheated corrugated iron structure, to eat our lunch. Every Wednesday, summer and winter, it was spam salad with mash potatoes. Needless to say I have never eaten spam since.   Until my voice irrevocably broke, I sang a quavering soprano in St Matthews church choir. The vicar at the time was The Reverend Anderson who was famous for his long and somewhat rambling sermons. He was also a regular in the pub opposite the church, the name escapes me. The organist was a South African lady, Mrs Roberts, far too good a musician for us in the choir.   I belonged to the 7th Reigate scout group first as a cub, where i attained the dizzy heights of Sixer, then on to the scouts, where my brother Ken was a leading light. We met in Cromwell Road school.   Next was Frenches Road school. Probably the best teacher was Mr Eccles, who if working now would be behind bars for his teaching methods. He taught English and his method of teaching spelling was to rap you across the open hand with two rulers open like a pair of scissors for every letter you got wrong. He probably produced the best spellers in the northern hemisphere. Mr Tucker who taught history, a lovely bloke but incapable of maintaining discipline in an empty class, Mr Sweet the games master, who despite his name was anything but, who remembers knee boxing in a freezing cold gym. I visited recently and the old school is derelict, why?   On leaving school I worked for the Electricity board as an apprentice electrician for five years.   Best mate was Robert Willis  who lived in North Street. He blagged his way through the eleven plus and went to Reigate grammar school. He became a police officer. We used to watch Redhill United in the old Athenian League on a Saturday. We would pay a tanner to get into the ground then climb over the wall into the stand when no one was looking. I bet he never mentioned that in his police interview. A memorable moment when the aforementioned Mr sweet playing for the Reds broke his ankle. The biggest cheer of the afternoon from the Frenches Road contingent. Where are you now Bob?   Favourite pubs. Started drinking in the Sultan, the rebuilt one, with another mate, Malcolm Walker. Where are you now? They served Red Barrel, (Andrews Liver Salts with 1% alcohol content). we then discovered the Home Cottage on Redstone Hill, the best pub in Europe, hosted by the incomparable Starr Sisters. Youngs ordinary or best served from barrels standing on the counter. It was flat, cloudy and bloody lovely. It was like drinking in your favourite aunt's living room. Pubs like that don't exist anymore.   Whoever sanctioned the demolition of The Market Hall? they should be hung, drawn and quartered. The Jazz club on a Friday, or was it Thursday, and the rock club on a Saturday. Bands like Ken Colyer, Chris Barber, Acker Bilk. On a Saturday, Long John Baldry, The Kinks, Manfred Mann, the list is endless. That place was the lifeblood of Redhill for my generation. A place where you met girls, had rows, the occasional fight, fell in and out of love and listened to the best bands of the day. The acoustics were terrible but who cared. What the hell have the present generation of Redhill been given to replace it? I don't live in Redhill anymore, but I occasionally pass through it . It seems a somewhat soulless place by comparison.   On leaving the electricity board I worked away from home contracting for a couple of years, then came home and joined the Surrey Fire Brigade. Three months basic training at St Davids, Reigate under the the incomparable Sub officer Evans who made Captain Bligh seem like Mary Poppins. You would gladly go over the top on a hook ladder just to get away from his voice. But somehow eleven of the twelve in our squad survived the course. It was a case of we will beat him, he won't succeed in breaking us, but in retrospect, that was his job and he was good at it. I served at Epsom then Dorking fire stations before moving back to London and joining the London Fire Brigade.   I could go on forever, but if anyone is out there who remembers these days, get in touch at jeffbewsey@hoymail.com.   Jeff Bewsey.   
 
From Lina in Australia May 2006
My ex pat/neighbour here in Australia lost all her childhood photos and wonders if anyone has school photos from the original Salfords Primary in the 1950's and Earlswood High 1958-1965. She would also like to find her old party buddy, Sylvia Langston, who would now be in her 60's. Sylvia was from Earlswood/Redhill and a hairdresser. For answers to this enquiry please contac Lina at disability@optusnet.com.au
 
From Rita in Essex December 2012
When my husband and I married in 1960 we lived for five years in a caravan at Dean Lane Park at the top of Shepherds Hill.
I found travelling to London too much of a hassle so looked for a local job and found Foxoboro Yoxall. I didn't work there for very long as I became pregnant but I have never forgotten my time there. The main subject of conversation among the girls in the office was a new sitcom on the TV called Coronation Street!  I also remember we always liked a little flutter on the horses.
 
Both of my children were born in Redhill Hospital (as it was then called) but we had to move out of the caravan site when the Council would not renew it's licence.  At the time we could not afford to buy a house in Surrey and moved to Essex where we live now.  If anyone remembers those dreadfully bitter winters of '63 and '64 just think what it was like living in a 20 ft. caravan with no running water, frozen standpipes, communal showers and no washing machine and no disposable nappies!! Once a week we would troop down to the public baths in Redhill and do the weekly shop on the way back!
 
If anyone recognises themselves or relatives in the attached photo (taken in July 1961) I would be pleased to hear from them. I am the pregnant one in the front. Unfortunately I do not remember these ladies' names except possibly the lady in the spotted dress was a Doreen or a Doris?
 
Kind regards, Rita Pierson (Mrs) rita_pierson@hotmail.com
 

Are you an ex-Redhill person? Want to get in touch with friends still resident locally (or anywhere else in the world for that matter?). Just send some local or backgound information about yourself and you could appear here. Just say what attracted you to the site and what your claim to Redhill is (or was) and anything else that might be of local interest. Remember, you must be, or have once been, from Redhill or Reigate. AJM