Your Memories
We absolutely love to hear peoples stories of living, working, or shopping on Ashley Road. Perhaps going to the pet shop as a child, or looking longingly at a motorbike or sports car on display in a shop window.
Do you have a memory of Ashley Road that you would like to share? Let us know and it may be shared below!
Ron Pier
At 222 Ashley Road in 1963/4 was a tobacconist with café attached. I guess that would have been the Gould's. The wife always referred to her husband as "The Guv" so to us (Me, Graham, Chris and Colin) it was always Guv's café. We'd be in there most Saturday afternoons after visiting Huxham's and waiting on the doorstep at 9 on Sunday mornings. Fond memories indeed.
Ron Pier
Since I seem to have inspired Rob to start a memories section. I'll add some more. Firstly, I'm not a Parkstone person. Born and grew up in Reigate, Surrey but moved to East Howe/Northbourne at age 10. I'd met a girl in the early 60's and found out she was a member at Parkstone Boys Club on the Rec. (They did have a girls section) So I ventured over Alder Hills to the club one night, and immediately made firm friends with my 3 best mates Graham, Chris and Colin, Me and Graham were teenage motorcyclists and took over the club canoe hut on the rec to restore out 250cc BSA's. Hence our frequent visits to Huxham's for parts. But we also had many visits to Bob Foster Motorcycles at 474-476 Ashley Road and a few trips the other way to the little shop at 78, which was where "Piston Rings and Components (PRC) first started I believe? As an aside, The Velocette Orners Club (VOC) have an annual tribute run through Dorset starting at Warmwell (The Bob Foster memorial run) ......Oh and the girl I went looking for at the club....I married her twin sister! Ron
Bryan Phillips
I lived in a flat over the undertaker funeral directors at 500 Ashley Road from 1944 to1957. That's just a guess as i was just a child. It was on the corner next to police station and church. Biles post office opposite on corner of Weymouth Rd.
Karen Bale
My nan used to work in Windsers, I can remember as a child, going "up on 'ill". I am not sure what job she had, I think it was just to keep everything looking clean and tidy. I remember there being a little tea room at the back, where she would make cups of tea for the staff. This would have been late 60's early 70's
Michael Trussler
We lived round the corner in Langley Road, opposite the school, so trekking round the corner and up Ashley road was a daily occurrence. Sometimes we would haul up Becher Road, taking care not to go near the overgrown and terrifying number 27 !
Just by there is number 17 Ashley Road - in the late 70s it was Janice who would cut my hair there, and she seems to have had the place fully in 1984 !
One fateful day I jumped up into the chair, probably with the booster panel installed and she began cutting, chatting away with my mum while I pulled stupid faces at myself in the mirror, as JPS smoke wafted across the scene. She got one side done, then stopped - horror !! I was infested with headlice ! (*and the eggs !)
She wouldn't continue and we had to leave the shop with half my hair cropped closer than was the fashion then, and half of it flopping around over my eyes, and we hot-footed it to the 'chemist', which smelled like a chemist should do, where we got the toxic sludge with a scary name and went home and I got it poured and rubbed into me.
It would have been in a large metal bathtub, using a thick art deco drinking glass to tip over my head, then shuddering against the cold, perch in front of the coal fire wrapped in a thin towel while Nationwide played out next to me.
Dad came home from work covered in paint and we possibly ate liver and bacon. I think I got the other half of my hair cut after school the following day :)
Thanks, Janice - and sorry ! I blame John Trent for no other reason than his is the first name that came to mind.
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