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Historic maps of Dymchurch and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Dymchurch maps
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Memories of Dymchurch
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My First Home
I was born in one of the cottages behind the coach in the photograph. Lots of good memories
Iris Sid And Myself
Iris was my partner and Sid was our mad white poodle.
We first had a holiday from 1995 and we liked everything we encountered, the people mostly, whatever we did it was good. We hired a chalet owned by Jim Coker. Sue was his partner and she managed things for him.
We used to go to the auctions and the boot sales further afield, but the good feeling was getting back to Dymchurch for Iris to feed the horses that grazed along the railway line at the back of St Anns Rd, on those balmy summer evenings.
Sadly Iris died just before we were due to go on holiday in June 2004, but I will always be grateful for those happy days and good vibrations,Sid fell asleep 31/12/07.
Kent memories
Frank Barnes School For Deaf
When I was around 11/12 years old I stayed at this holiday camp several times. We all came down from London and had a great time playing war games with the local kids. I remember my friends and I buying children size army hats from the corner store. Our teacher saw us with our hats on and asked us to line up like soldiers and walk in a straight line. We often had a ride on the little train. We went to Dungeness to visit the lighthouse and had our picture taken. I recently returned to Dymchurch and enjoyed exploring and retracing my steps.
Holidays in The 1950's
My parents and I used to stay in a bungalow owed by a Mr & Mrs Tidy and I was made to keep it tidy! I loved the sandy beach and remember playing deck tennis on the sand. Next door was a family with three girls, their father was the local postman.
I will be back in England in September 2008 (I have lived in Australia since 1963) and hope to revisit St Mary's Bay and ride on the railway.
Belvedere And Little Belvedere
Would anyone remember the above ? My Great Great Grandfather bought a plot of land in Jefferson Lane and obtained a Southern Railway carriage which he made into a holiday home calling it Belvedere after the place where the family lived. He also built a tiny bungalow on the same plot called Little Belvedere. After the deaths of all my family the carriage was given to one of the Railway Trust enthusiasts club and the land sold off. We had wonderful holidays there,with the park opposite, my Dad fishing for eels in the dykes, the Bailiffs Sargeant pub and mine and my brother's favourite night out at the Star Inn on the marsh. We would stay outside with a bag of crisps and a bottle of lemonade - as it was often quite misty we would imagine all sorts of things.
Lympne Airport in The 50s
That plane was bright blue! As far as I can remember, the pilot was Polish - left over from the war. He used to keep the plane at the airport, and give stunning free acrobatic displays on bright sunny days. For special events, like the village fete, he would give short flights. My mum paid for me and my brother to have one once - first time I'd ever flown. When we first moved to Lympne (very near the airfield) in 1952, the planes were Silver City Bristol Freighters, with huge front opening doors that swallowed cars whole. Silver City moved to Lydd, and they were replaced by Skyways, with a fleet of Dakotas. The runway was grass, and when Skyways wanted to replace their ageing Daks with HS748 turbo-props, they had to lay a concrete strip because the new planes couldn't land on grass. There was a lady (can't remember her name) who used to excercise her racehorses on the periphery of the field. One of her horses triggered a... Read more
County Members
That pub is the County Members. We lived just round the corner, in the Street, which leads to the Castle. Between us and the pub, was an old farmhouse, which became the Castle Tea Rooms for a short while. My mum cleaned at the pub, which was three old cottages knocked into one, resulting in the living accommodation being at the top of one flight of stairs, but going to bed, meant you had to go downstairs, through the public bar, and then up another flight of stairs between the public bar and the 'snug'
