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Crundale maps
Historic maps of Crundale and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Crundale maps
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Crundale area books
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Kent memories
Godmersham Post Office
We visited and stayed at the Post Office, village shop and off licence in 1973. My mother Mrs Oliver had just taken over as Post Mistress. My mother had given up a teaching post in Liverpool to be nearer her own mother who lived in Westgate on Sea. She ran it until 1982 when she retired to Herne Bay and took up freelance teaching in her spare time. I would be interested to know of any history relating to the Post Office as it had a lovely garden and was an interesting building
Who Ran The Victoria
My family are Hopkins' from Wye. John and then his sister Sarah ran this pub during the 1850's to 1890's.
Year/Publican or other Resident/Relationship to Head and or Occupation/Age/Where Born/Source.
1855/J Hopkins -Post Office Directory
1858/John Hopkins -Melvilles Directory
1862/John Hopkins- Post Office Directory
1882/Mrs Sarah Hopkins -Post Office Directory
1891/Peter Green -Post Office Directory
1913/Mrs Amelia Back -Post Office Directory
1918/Mrs Amelia Back- Post Office Directory
1922/Mrs Amelia Back- Post Office Directory
1930/Mrs Amelia Back- Post Office Directory
1938/Wm Foster- Post Office Directory
Policeman's Daughter
My father was the village policeman, William Fenwick. We lived next to the village police station at 19, Upper Bridge Street, Wye. I have two sisters, Pauline and Jacqueline who went to the local primary school. There was a villlage sweet shop on upper bridge Road called Holland's which was run by an ancient old couple who virtually gave the sweets away half the time. When I left school I went to work at Wye college as a laboratory technician. We left the village in 1972. They were happy times in a beautiful village. My father loved being a policeman, there and had many interesting stories to relate about the locals and the local gentry!
The Manleys
I was born here on 10/11/1946, my parents were Mr Norman Charles Manley and Mrs Winafred Ann Manley, we moved to Westwell in 1950.
Service
In the early 1940s Mystole House was one of the first places my Regiment used as a billet for one of the Batteries of Artillery as part of the defence of the South Coast Defence scheme on stand by in the event of invasion by the German forces in the Second World War. I do in fact have a photograph of the Battery in front of the House. Memories of the area are still very vivid in my mind.
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!
