Post Office 1913, Chilham
Post Office 1913, Chilham Ref: 65335
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Village Shop
If my memory serves me correctly, the house here used to be one of the village shops. I used to live to the left of the picture at The Paddock. The Star Pub was almost opposite the village shop. Happy days.
Praise The Lord
I remember singing in church choir and getting paid for it - the princely sum of 6 pence a week. We used to play in the church yard, climbing trees was a favourite pastime.
Ready Steady Goooooo
My family used to live in a flat above a cobblers. I can remember using an old pram as a go-cart to ride down the high street. Those were the days. Ha Ha.
Oh Happy Days
1st white house on left was the 2nd post office where I had to go every morning to collect and deliver all the Chilham newspapers around the village for the grand sum of £2 per week. Post master then was a Ken Parker, I had to finish by 8am to catch Herbi Arnold's school bus to get to Chartham Secondary School.
My First Flat
No I'm not joking, when we first got married we lived in a flat in Chilham Castle which was at the time above the Battle of Britain museum at the rear of the castle, yes it was cold there in the winter. We were allowed to walk around the lakes and gardens, whenever we wished. My father was the local village policeman, PC Bill Bishop. who managed to persuade a certain Lord Mazzerin to rent it out to us. Mice, yes, they were in abundance, the record then was 21 in two days, what did I do with them all you may ask? My wife would throw them out of the window in disgust of condition of the castle. Just beneath our flat there was also a small cafe, they sweep up all the bodies and wonder where they kept coming from!
Many A Beer Here
Many a beer here I have downed, served by the landlady who was then locally known as Brandy Lil, I can't imagine why though?
Don't Get Caught!
The Rev Lawson caught three of us smoking in the graveyard here, he then said he would tell my dad unless we all swept up the leaves around the main church door, which we all did. My dad was the local copper then, and a clout round the ear I would have got!!
