Gunwalloe, Cornwall

Jeux Sans Frontiers

Does anyone remember Jeux Sans Frontiers being organised by Helston Rotary (I think) and held in and on Coronation Lake.

I attended Helston Grammar School during the 60s and lived with my parents Prisk and Phyllis Dale at The Gables Filling Station Trevenen.

An Evacuee's Memory

My sixth and last billet as an evacuee during World War II, was at Bodrigy, Cadgwith. Bodrigy was being run almost like a boarding school with about 20 children there, and a matron to oversee us. We all went to school in Ruan Minor, and we would walk across the fields to school. I loved living in that... [more]

Kennack

I have been coming to Kennack since I was a toddler. But 1972 was the first of many years that stand out to me. My family met another family and we are still in touch now, 36 years and more later.

My memories are so many, borrowing beach donkeys and going off on safaris, making dens, rope swings across rivers.... [more]

Many Friends

We moved to Cadgwith in 1979, the best move of our lives, everyone was so friendly. Our two boys grew up there and had the time of their lives fishing and playing on the beach. We were sad to leave in 1987 but will never forget Cadgwith. Steve and Shiela Thornton.

Great uncle charles shop

The shop on the right was run by my great-uncle Charles Johns, and the sweetshop next door by the Steps brothers, with Triggs shop on the left.

Back to the search April 2009

Have returned to Cornwall to try tracing some of the ancestors through graveyards and the Mormon Centre. Also found a brilliant library in Redruth on the day we were going home and found written info on John Carter and his family members with birth and death dates which was very helpful.
The graveyards were fantastic and I found my grandmother and... [more]

Searching for my ancestors

Prussia Cove is a place I walked to in 2007 and have come away knowing that I have todo my family tree as I am related to both Captain Harry Carter and his brother John Carter (The King of Prussia) who were local smugglers. My brother has been named John Carter Read and it is from my mother's side of the... [more]

coverack 1969

In 1969 I was 15 and quit school. I was hitch hiking and ended up in Coverack. I was drinking in the local pub, the Paris Hotel I think, when some construction guys offered me a job digging ditches and laying sewer pipes. It was summer, and the foreman had rented a field from a local farmer. He lived in a... [more]