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Memories of Edenbridge
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Are You Sure This is Lingfield Road
I was born and brought up in Edenbridge, we lived in Church Street and my gran lived in Lingfield Road. This picture looks like the bottom end of Church Street.
Kent memories
Early And Later.
"Come on children, all in the shelter." The air raid siren was the initiator of this quiet but determined order. It meant an enjoyable singing session with (I believe it was) Miss Smith on the old upright. Collecting empty aircraft bullet cases, which had been distributed over Four Elms by the aircraft from Biggen Hill was another wartime occupation. The only serious occurrence was the Doodle Bug that blew the side out of the cricket pavilion, I believe this was on a Saturday morning, because it frightened the two girls that were feeding the school rabbits to death. Born in the village in 1939, the son of Francis and Jack Cole, who lived in Brookfield, I had the luck to be raised in Four Elms, in the most, a one big family village. The cricket field was our teenage growing up club. We learnt to smoke, tell jokes, how to mow a table, and of course how to play cricket. And later when we had reached the correct age, we were introduced... Read more
The Bower
I moved to the Bower in 1945 with my parents and two brothers. We lived there until 1952 when we imigrated to Canada. The road takes a fairly sharp turn to the right just in front of the house and on Guy Fox night we used to turn off all the lights and open the gate to the field. I remember watching the cars miss the turn and landing up in the field. We also had a pond directly across the road from the house and quiet regularly the traffic would have to stop to let the ducks cross the road. I really miss Hever, someday I would like to return.
The Boy on The Saw
Well it should be between 1945 to 1954, that is when we were at the Bower, I see my brother has been here before me. If any of you have seen the Saturday book, I'm the boy doing the sawing behind the barn. I would love to come back sometime and see how things are the same or not.
Mill Cottage, Hever
I lived at 1 Mill Cottage with my parents and 2 sisters from 1947, my father took over from his father Frederick Sims at the power station which was at the bottom of our garden. My grandfather was in at the building of "The Village" part of the Hever Castle and our house was built on the residue from the making of the Castle Lake thus we found flints and artifacts, all of which we played with and lost. We had an idyllic life there, I married and my children were brought up there, it is a place that I wish I had never left.
Memories of The Forgotten School
Around 1950 there was a boarding school established in the castle. A great feature for me were the routine supervised strolls around the local countryside including trips to the sugar white sandstone quarry, the subterranean hideaway of Dick Turpin and his horse, hidden in a copse located in a nearby meadow, the chiddingstone itself with metal handcuffs where wayward wives would be left outside for several days to suffer indignities, some apparently even left to die. Also the pheasants and other wildlife and the frequent plainclothed, horseback hunting parties from a nearby US base that charged through the grounds blowing their hunting horns. These are just memories now, except for this they are gone.
Church Street
Generations of my family lived in Cowden, going right back to 1700s. My parents were married in the church, which lies behind the wall you can just see at the front of this photo. I was also baptised here in 1958. The main significance of this photo for me, are the two houses connected to the Old Smithy (facing left towards the church). My grandmother, Winnie Card, and her three little sisters were born in Church Cottages, and this is where their mother tragically died at a young age in 1919. Their next door neighbours were Richard & Emily Pannell; and somewhere I have a photo taken from the same angle, of Emily standing at her front door. Their older son, Charles Frederick married "the little girl next door," Winnie, in 1930.
