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Hankerton maps
Historic maps of Hankerton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Hankerton maps
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Malmesbury| Ashton Keynes| Great Somerford| Tarlton| Tetbury| South Cerney| Avening| Wootton Bassett
Hankerton area books
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The Mansells
1952 is apporoximate. I know I wasn't very old as I went to the village school (now converted to private dwellings) next to the little church. My mother was housekeeper to the ex Bishop of Malmesbury for about nine months and we lived in at the Mansells. The Bishop was confined to a wheelchair after what must have been a severe stroke. He had no speech or movement and was looked after by the gardener, a Mr Pearce I think. It was in their cottage next door that I saw my first television. It had a small screen which made everything look green. It was my job to feed the chickens, corn in the summer and sometimes hot mash in the winter. Being what we now call free range, they would lay their eggs all ever the place. The Bishop had a small alter in a tiny room upstairs and mother had to wash and starch the lace trimmed alter cloth every week. There is a room downstairs with... Read more
W Redman & Sons
The van on the left of the photograph was owned by my great-grandfather Wilfred Redman who had the butcher's shop at 41 The Triangle, Westport from the early 1900's until 1945. He died in that year and his son took over the family business. Wilfred Redman came to Malmesbury in the early 1900s from Nailsworth, Glos where his mother had a stationery shop. The van was registered to Wilfred on 30 June 1936.
Granny Bishop And Grampy Bishop
The photograph shows on the left where my gran lived, in the centre is where my granddad lived, and out of sight is the house where I was born. I fell in the river many times, once when it was at full flood an old man pulled me out with his walking stick.
St John's Street
During the Second World War they put up families in the almshouses, at the end of the war they had a street party for the children almost next to the almshouses, myself and the Willis brothers were there.
115 High Street
I was born at Hullavington 1942 and as a child used to bus to Malmesbury for market day. In 1981 I had an opportunity to buy 115 High Street (on left side of pic about halfway up) - loved it. The stream at bottom of garden, the kids used to dig up loads of old shoe plates from the stream be - house next door used to house a cobblers. I had to tackle wet rot, deathwatch beetles, leaking roof, but loved the open fire in lounge the beams & 300 year old stairs. Fishing in the river, there were lots of watervoles still in the 1980's but haven't seen any for a few years now. I did see minks then down by cowbridge, probably why. Had to sellup in 1996 but still come back regular camper van at Burton hill site so still enjoy my fishing & a half of lager at the Smoking Dog.
Tree in Brinkworth Church Graveyard.
I cannot remember what year it was. I climbed the tree that was in the graveyard while watching my mum who was in the school playground supervising the children in the playground at dinnertime. The only problem was the branch I stood on was not as strong as I thought it was. It snapped and I fell down on to the round-topped wall that was below. The man that worked at the post office came out and saw me laying there and called my mum who came and found me and took me home.
Paddling in The Thames
We used to love looking in the stream for cray fish, minnows and small creatures. We were fascinated by the clear water as we had no streams in London,where we lived. I remember telling my mum about the small creatures that looked like sticks and had bits of gravel and sticks on them, like a coat. She didn't believe me, but I later (many years later) found out they were larvae - I think of the Caddis fly. Our friends in London never believed us, that we had paddled in the clear, clean Thames either. The river they knew was a dirty, dangerous thing.
