Village Voice April/May 2012 | Page 15

February with two born on the 29th, a long wait for their 1st birthday. The 1st day of March, cow 471 known as Mrs Jedward (as she had twin bull calves in 2010 named John and Teddy/Edward) presented us with her second set of twins; the second calf was breech, so help was needed. Mrs Jedward and her heifer calves, known as The Cheeky Girls are all doing well. THREE GENERATIONS AT STATION GARAGE, ROPLEY There is a wonderful film called Waking Ned, in which the hero gives the eulogy about his best friend, who happens to be sitting in front of him. This is my opportunity to do the same for the Hebberd family. I’ve said all my life that if I ever had to go to war, I would like to go with a bunch of Hebberds beside me. This is rubbish, I want them in front of me. Nonetheless, we have been neighbours and close friends for three generations. As I write this on the 6th March, two more calves have been born with two due anytime, no rest yet for a while! Sarah Jackson NGS LOCAL GARDENS OPEN The 2012 National Gardens Scheme (Hampshire) brochure contains details of all Hampshire gardens open to the public during the year, including: The Old Rectory, Swarraton; The Hyde, Old Alresford; Hill House, Old Alresford; Weir House, Abbotstone Road; Old Alresford House; Brandy Mount House, Alresford; Lake House, Northington; The Down House, Itchen Abbas; and Abbey Cottage, Rectory Lane, Itchen Abbas. Space does not permit all the dates here, but you can check them at www.ngs.org.uk or Tel: 01483 211535 for a copy of the brochure. Fred, the Patriarch, started Station Garage, Ropley in 1963. In those days he was a Special Constable and quite a scary figure. He once caught me speeding and gave me a well-deserved ticking-off, but I digress, and his second-eldest son Tony, left school that Easter to join him. You would drive up the hill to park on the slope, usually, of course, behind someone else who wanted to get out. That wondrous place, a mixture of Aladdin’s Cave and the Black Hole of Calcutta, where sparks would fly from a welder, the tyre pressure machine would hiss, and where oily rags and tools lay about in purposeful mode and somewhere bent over a car there would be Fred, Tony, their Uncle Jack Hebberd and Fred’s brother-in-law Uncle Snowy Kent. No matter how busy, no matter how stupid your enquiry, these giant, laconic kindly men always had time to stop and help with a slow smile and ready wit. 13