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Skenfrith| Orcop| Kilpeck| Rockfield| Pontrilas| Wormelow| Much Dewchurch| Much Birch| Ewyas Harold| Peterstow| Whitchurch| Llanvetherine| Monmouth| Symonds Yat| Abbeydore
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Herefordshire memories
On The Farm in St. Weonards.+
During the years 1964 - 68 my ex husband and I lived in a cottage on Trelasdee Farm in St. Weonards. He was a stockman/tractor driver for the farmer. The farm had 4 houses for the employees, we lived in one of the semi-detached cottages, older than the other two houses. Comfortable all the same, heated by a Rayburn in the kitchen area and a fireplace in the front room. St. Weonards was very small, had a lovely 12th-century church where I attended the Christmas Eve services, and a handy shop run by a family called Clark. They also came round a couple of times a week with a van, with milk, bread etc., and you could order for the next time. I remember buying a couple of empty sweet jars from the shop, and using them for pickled onions! I do remember the summer fetes in the garden of the big house, and voting for the first time in an election. The local school was... Read more
Childhood Memories
I was born in Hereford County Hospital in 1945 and together with my twin sister was bought back to Broad View, Llangrove where I lived with my Mum and Dad and older brother from 1945 until I got married in 1965. My Dad had lived in and around Llangrove all his life my parents were married at Welsh Newton. My twin sister and I attended Llangrove Primary School which were happy days spent learning and playing. Our teacher's name was Miss Williams and we loved her. I remember the village having 2 shops (a top shop and a bottom shop). The Royal Arms was the pub and we were allowed to sit inside and have a bottle of Vimto and a packet of Smiths crisps. There was very little traffic in the early days and everyone knew one other and we were affectionately known as "the twinnies". My Mum belonged to the local WI and Mothers Union and we attended the Sunday School at the Church of England Church (Christchurch) and... Read more
Happy Holidays in Much Dewchurch
I spent many happy holidays in much dewchurch in the 1950's. we stayed with my great aunt, Winifried Bishop who ran not only The Black Swan pub but also Poole House as a guest house. My great grandparents Bill and Alice Jones owned Fairview. They and indeed my great aunt winifred are buried inSt David's churchyard. It is a beautiful village and although it has grown since the 50's it has retained it's character. It was a wonderful place to spend childhood holidays,so safe and peaceful.I remember that one of the highlights for the villagers were the ploughing matches.
I live in Germany now but try to visit Herefordshire whenever possible. It is in my opinion, one of the loveliest counties in the Uk and Much Dewchurch one of the prettiest villages.
Childhood Memories of Ewyas Harold
My paternal grandparents, Wright and Bertha Veall, lived in Ewyas Harold for many years at their small farm named, 'Woodside' situated on a hill about a mile from the village centre and just off the road to Rowlstone. To reach it, you crossed the narrow bridge facing the Temple Bar Inn, passing the Spracklings' house on the right and the Dales' cottage on the left, the last in a small row of dwellings. Farther on, there was Addis's farm with a large hayloft and an orchard of deliciously sweet cider apples, quite a number of which sometimes fell on to the road and could be picked up and eaten. About a hundred yards further on was a narrow river into which the cider must was tipped in autumn and over which was a sandstone bridge on which I used to whet my pocket knife. A road led off to the right up a hill to the James's farm. I was evacuated in 1941 at age 8 for nine months from... Read more
Walk About
Now living in Australia - Arriving back to visit relatives, a previous life time of my walk about ways seems so dream-like. Living at The Greig Farm above the Wier Farm (The Wier which had been in my family forever) was the best childhood that any child could have my freedom was so that I often climbed out of my bedroom window onto the pourch roof and went walk about..
Sometimes these walks took me to the fields beyond our acres and I would see the hunt charging across the fields - I new Dad would not like them over our land incase they ran me down or damaged fencing. Other times the woods below the bank (toward Mrs Robinson goat farm)was a great place to get lost in. One joy in winter was to take a sheet of tin and sit on the snowie bank and sled down to the Wier on it. Those banks also had the best blackberry bushes you could find and i... Read more
Ganarew Cottage
I have extremely fond memories of holidays staying here, for some years with the family who were great friends of my mum. There were endless cats and two goats called Sue and Jenny. Life was very different from our life in South London. I have many photos taken over the years, the most fond one is one taken from the main road, as was then, as one approached the hill from Whitchurch and looked up to the left, to see the house on the hill, with two conifer trees framing the house. Every time that was when the excitement built up to total anticipation of the holiday that was to come! It was heaven on earth to me as a child.
Great Days
I am not sure of the year, somewhere between 1952 and 1960. Head Forester: Mr Frank Watson. Forester: Mr Ian Falconer Builders: Mr Jones and Chips Cooper. There were probably more men involved, but both the men named were forestry workers and carried out most of the work by hand, using only an axe which they could handle with great accuracy, a skill honed by years of felling trees all over High Meadow. Mr Jones lived at the post office/shop only 100 yards away. I worked for W. J. Herbert & Sons, we were responsible for delivering the logs to the site from the flour mill near Bream. During the construction Mr Watson took a photograph of the team sat on a lorry, I have tried to locate that picture without success.
