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School Trip at Whitsun
I remember travelling from Luton in Bedfordshire during the late 1950s and early 1960s to spend a week at Mrs Sampson's Harbour House boarding facilities. My father used to drive the coach overnight from Luton and we would stop in Honiton on the way. If we were early we would also stop in Truro for a short time. The building in question is seen in this photo at the extreme right hand side and later was taken over and transformed into what is now the Harbour Hotel. It was merged with the then Commercial Hotel which was next door. In the late 1960s the hotel was smaller inside than it is now and had murals of sea disasters all around the bar area.
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.
Early School Days
Mr Richard lived here at the fish and chip shop. Mr Richard was also the PE teacher at Helston Secondary Modern School, Penrose Road. We use to call in to the chip shop on our way home from Scouts at Lowertown. I lived at 89 Maneauge Street, next door to where the Americans had there garages, and when I was younger I would march up and down with my toy gun pretending to be on guard with our American friends. They use to make doughnuts in the garage with a fire in an old oil drum where they placed another container with oil in to cook the doughnuts.
Sundays
This is the view which I use to see on Sunday mornings when my father and I would walk from the top of Maneauge Street along Bullock Lane to the back entrance of the Blue Anchor. I was allowed to play skittles with the landlord's sons whilst father had a few drinks. After we would walk home not forgetting my jar of barm from the top of the brew, I had one spoonful every morning. It was suppose to stop you from getting a spotty face and also kept your bowels open.
Edward Moyle
This bridge shop for many years was run by my great uncle Edward Moyle who lived in Sunnyside, Gweek.
Serpentine Factory Poltesco
While resident in the area I was given a story about the demise of the factory which I visited many times but I cannot vouch for its accuracy.
The factory specialised in large serpentine objects with elaborate and highly polished finishes. In particular very grand fireplaces were produced for big houses. According to the story that i received in Cadgwith, the factory received a very large order for a chateau in France. All production and all assets were geared to this task and eventually a barge was hired to transport the fireplaces. En route the barge was lost, possibly in a storm and all its cargo lost which was uninsured. The loss was too much for the little factory and it had to close. I cannot give a date for this event but it was suggested about the turn of the century.
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 area and did not want to return to London when the war was over. I remember we didn't get any coupons for sweets, but we would buy sweet malt bread from the baker and think we were in heaven. I remember the movies in the village hall, probably about once a month. If they were suitable we were allowed to attend. Before school the older children, and I was then 12, went to a farm to bring home the milk and eggs in a small cart. We would attend church in Ruan Minor. My name then was Sheila Gray. Are there other... Read more
