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My Teenage Years at Clevedon
On the surface of it there was nothing to do in Clevedon for a teenager, but I was wrong. Meeting up with friends and looking for entertainment, Clevedon Pier came the place to be, with a juke box and the latest records (those were the days of rock and roll) we danced all night, well, till the pier master closed up for the night. It was a regular thing that when the paddle steamer landed to drop off passengers after their day trip the pier would wobble and so would we (and not a drink in sight). On leaving we made for Fortes and then The Spray Point Cafe where we would drink coffee and dance some more. Other places were the Salthouse Pavilion, Community Centre and St. John's Hall where I remember a Jazz stomp being held and of course the picture house. Those were the days. Iris Nicks (then being known as Iris Cook)
My Home
I have lived in the village all my life, all 29 years of it. I have lived in 3 different cottages, the 1st was opposite the village hall, I am 1 of 4 children and I have many happy memories of living there till just before my 10th birthday. My father then got offered a bigger house just up the road. That was a very special house a lovely big garden plus I had my own room!! I then left school at 16yrs and worked for Sir William helping my father maintain the cottages and land. I was then fortunate to be offered my 3rd home in the village - where I have brought up my two young children and me and my husband are expecting child number 3. I have such happy memories of our annual village fete, beetle drives and village dances. I've seen many people come and go, sadly too many of them passing away. The village is now an ever changing place, but I will continue... Read more
Childhood Memories of Nailsea in The 1960s
I was brought up in Nailsea. My parents owned a toy and gift shop on Station Road rented from Bob Vance, later we moved to Noah's Ark Cottage. Built in 1666, it had all the original features intact, the stone walls, roses in the garden cultivated since 1666, and I also remember finding Green Nailsea and Bristol Blue glass when planting conifers. I remember the smell of freshly made buns at Parsons the bakers, Hewitts Spar on the corner of Clevedon Road and the local village policeman, Mr Genge. My school was Seven Oaks. The school dinners were served up by jolly cooks. I also remember the dentist Mr Scull, Reynolds sweet shop on Silver Street, Mr Aish the building merchant. I have so many happy memories of Nailsea and would love to hear from anybody else who remembers Nailsea in the good old days.
Nailsea Memories
My Grandfather was the late Robert (Bob) Dunlop Vance who owned and ran the old Post Office and who built the shops alongside. They previously lived at Westcroft on the other end of Station Road, and later moved to Hillcrest Road.
Where I Was Born in 1951
This photo shows Woodhill Road, the houses at the top of the picture, the road I was
born in 1951. How the scene has changed over the years.
Long gone are the power station chimneys and the old boating shed where my Grandpa used to work. As a child I rode my pony around the lake grounds through
the village and then to the top of Naish Hill where I kept her.
St Peters Church
My father was Rector here from 1947 - 1964
Margaret And Wallflowers
Margaret and wallflowers
The year was 1950. I was thirteen years 'old' and walking along this beach with Margaret, her brother John and my brother, Peter. When we arrived at the spot where the man is sitting in the photograph, I looked up and saw wallflowers growing on the cliff face.
I decided to climb up and pick some for Margaret. When I became level with the flowers, about fourteen feet above the beach, (it seemed much higher), I held on with my left hand and picked a few with my right.
As locals will know the rock here is very loose and crumbly, and the piece I was holding onto came away in my hand. I remember looking at it and beginning the slow motion fall.
I landed on my back, with a particularly large rock under my lower back. I was unable to move, rock and wallflowers still in my hands.
My brother, aged eight, was frightened for me and ran all the... Read more
