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Devoran, Market Street c1955

Devoran, Market Street c1955
 
 

Devoran, Market Street c1955 Ref: d120018

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Photo of Devoran, Village c1955

Devoran, Village c1955
Ref: D120010

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Evacuee

I was evacuated in 1939 to Devoran, and was billeted with a family by the name of Eddy, my three sisters and myself. We were only there for about two months before we were all taken down with scabies, we all went off tp Perranporth isolation ward, we were all kept in hospital untill we were better, and then went back to Devoran on a bus, it stopped outside the school (shown in the picture on left). We were all lined up outside the school, when a nice lady came up to me and asked if I would like to go and stay with her, she told me she had two sons and a daughter, and lived on a big farm with chickens, cows, sheep, pigs, horses, and without giving it another thought I said 'Yes please'.  They were a lovely family and looked after me like I was their own. I lived with them for four years. When I went into the army to do my two years National Service I received four parcels a year from them.  Two of my sisters went to a family named Cook, they lived down by the river, and my other sister went with a family named Toy. I have kept in touch ever since, Mr and Mrs Hoare have since passed on, as too the daughter and the eldest son, Doreen and Ken, Rex is the only one left and we still keep in touch with each other. The picture brings back wonderful memories of those terrible years we all had, I must say mine were made a million times better having lived for four years with such wonderful people.
I could go on but I think I should leave it for another time.

Shared on 16 January 2009 by George Burton.

Evacuation

In 1940 our family were living in Southend on Sea in Essex. My youngest brother was born in March 1940. Shortly after that the Battle of Britain began and children were being evacuated away from the town. I was at the time 6 years old. One day the fighting was right over our heads and a German bomber crashed about two hundred yards away. My father decided, as far as I know, that he would look after the family and one day, complete with the baby and a pram on the roof of the car, and my mother and my elder brother (who would have been 14), we set off on a trip I remember quite well. We set off to drive to Feock and travelled through the night. I remember seeing the flashes from Plymouth which was being bombed. We also stopped so my father could get some milk from some cows in a field We arrived at Feock and went to a row of about 6 cottages which stood on the water's edge with no road, only a footpath. During a recent visit to my son in Helston we did drive through and found the cottages which face a creek. There was a field behind them which had a footpath leading to the village. My memories are limited but I do remember going with (I believe) the son from the house with string and fish heads to catch crabs, and he also took me to see some large ships which were moored on the river. He told me they were being used as hospitals. From the front window you could look over the creek and see cows on the opposite bank and a farmhouse. The cottages were behind the church. We only stayed a short time, as one day whilst walking across the field with the baby in the pram two planes suddenly appeared, a German plane being chased by a British fighter with guns firing. I think that terrified my mother and that was the last I remember of Feock, as soon after that we returned to a bungalow in Hutton in Essex. I have no memory of the return journey at all. I have always wondered how we came to go to Feock, was it to stay with a distant relative or someone my father knew? My son has called there recently and spoken to someone living in the village but we cannot find any connection.

Shared on 08 January 2010 by Malcolm Macmeikan.

damn good lodgings

go to blacksmiths cottage for fine fayre

Shared on 01 April 2008 by Susan Petrozzi.

Thomas family

My grandfather and his family all lived in Busvannah.  Alfred Charles Thomas was born in 1887 (according the family bible which has been passed down to me as the last survivor carrying the name). He had a number of brothers and sisters: I seem to remember that Henry was gassed in the Great War, and only died in the 1930's.  As a child in South Africa, I had to write to his sisters Mabel and Nora. The last letter I received from great aunt Nora was in 1965.  My grandfather emigated to South Africa in 1912, where my father and I were born.  My grandfather opened a butcher shop in Hillbrow Johannesburg, in which he was considerably successful.  He always told me that the Thomas familyy were either farmers or butchers, going back as far as he was ever told. I have no photos of early years, just one of my grandfather after he retired back to Busvannah in the 1950's.
My last connection with my family was in 1978 when I inherited a small amount from a cousin, Frances Mary Gluyas, who had moved from Busvannah to Redruth

Shared on 31 December 2007 by Howard Thomas.

Photo of Truro, Lemon Street 2004

Truro, Lemon Street 2004
Ref: T86706

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Unchanged

It's good that Lemon Street has remained unchanged from looking at older pictures.
Although now all the houses are offices.

Shared on 24 January 2007 by A J.

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