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My paternal grandparents (Bert and Win Kennett) lived at 108 Cheriton High street for a long time, I don’t think my dad (Eddie Kennett) was born there, I am sure his sister Molly and brother Brian where. I have strong memories of spending Christmas’s at 108 Cheriton High Street; I think opposite was a small cafe known as Grouts tea shop. Then the barbers in the small road just off the high street between the White Lion and the garage on the corner. My dad attended All Souls School, then during the eighties my children attended the same school. I now live in Australia but have been back to UK twice, and can still almost walk blindfold from 108 Cheriton High Street to Risborough lane where I grew up in the sixties and seventies. Cheriton and Folkestone has changed a lot since then.
Parish Church 1919
This is where my parents were married.
Seeing my Mother Happy
My mother remarried in 1962 to a lovely man who lived in Ashley Avenue, Cheriton. With my husband and our two children we always used to visit and once a week I went to visit on my own. We had some lovely times there, my sister would come down from Shrewsbury with her husband and two children for holidays or Christmas. Unfortunately it only lasted a few years because in 1965 our family emigrated to Australia and were never able to visit them there again. I can remember in the January of 1965 before we flew out to Oz we all stayed at my mothers, my sister and family also coming down to say farewell, it was very crowded but it was lovely to be all together, not realizing it would be for the last time. My stepfather died in 1974 and my mother came out to live with us here.
When we did go back for a holiday in 1986 and 1995 we went back to the... Read more
All Soul's School
Yes the place is All Soul's School. I went there from 1957 to 1964. My name was Jayne Thompson then. I lived in Cheriton High Street. I'm trying to find out the name of the butcher's which used to be next to the library. It's now part of the bank. Mr. Ives was a butcher there and Mrs. Reading the cashier. Can anyone remember it? I went to school with Susan Ives.
All Souls School ?
can anyone confirm or not that the building to the right of what looks to be a pub is All Souls School.
Little Boys & Dusty Lanes
My husband and his family came from Cheriton and surrounding districts. He attended this school from age 5yrs through to school leaving, for a short trial apprenticeship with the local butcher.
His mother and father were keen, of course, especially as in those days the apprentices received 'bonus' in the form of a selection on Saturday mornings. Sausages for the youngest, chops, then 'cuts and joints' for the proven staff.
Knowing him as I did, later, it is easy to appreciate that butchering would never be his calling. He transferred to building & carpentry then v.v.successful nursing career after his period in the Aircraft section of RAF.
Which made all the funnier his humorously recalled walks to and from school in the company of other local little boys who apparently, to liven up warm walks home int he afternoons would have 'writing one's name' and 'distance' competitions in the dusty lane....the pencil and ink being left to your imaginations !! :-)) ... Read more
Lives in Cheriton High Street
From early 1920's until the late 1970's my husband's family occupied homes in Cheriton. At first in Whitby Road, then for many years at 129 Cheriton High Street, next to their good friends the Priestleys.
Names associated with them were also the Horton Family, the Nokes and the Guigan/Carsons.
Hubby, now sadly gone, used to fondly recall that his parents drank rarely but on fine summer Saturday afternoons would stroll, hand-in-hand through the years, to the high street public house, for 'a half' in the gardens.
All 'the boys' were in the services and came and went as necessary.
Their parents though remained, taking in youngsters from time-totime during the bombing and providing the solid background these building suggest to be the nature of the locals.
Caesar's Camp 1948
Hi Su, I also have happy memories of playing on the hills behind Cheriton when visiting my grandparents. Much more fun than going to the beach. We (my sisters, brother and myself) would cut through the allotments and raid a couple of carrot beds on our way to supplement our picnic of sandwiches and National Health orange squash (lovely). We would spend a whole day playing in the hills, and my parents were happy with t he knoweldge that we were safe. Ceasar's Camp, a large and precious memory of my very happy childhood.
Sylvia Mulley (nee Hastings)
