A previous Charmandean resident has written to us with 'I moved to Third Avenue (in those days the houses only had names and not numbers) during the war (in 1944) when my father became headmaster of a local school. I spent my whole childhood from the age of two, growing up in Charmandean only leaving when I went to University in 1961. My playground was the woods and waste ground in Third and Fourth Avenues, and later the chalk pit still full of tank traps from the beaches and the grounds of the old house as well as the Downs beyond. We used to pick greenery from some of the shrubs in the old garden (there was a wonderful tulip tree) and admire the fig trees in the kitchen garden. I even skated on the old circular swimming pool which was on the east side near the turret up the lane'.