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Hiscott maps
Historic maps of Hiscott and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Hiscott maps
Hiscott photos
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Hiscott area books
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Living in Hiscott Circa 1970s
My name is Jeremy Silwood and I stayed in Hiscott farm in the early 1970s with the family of Mr and Mrs Adair. I met Dianne Adair at a club one evening with my then friend Alistair Symons of Crawley in West Sussex and Dianne and I became boyfriend and girlfriend for 4 years. We intended to marry but her father was a very violent man and stopped the relationship by his jealousy of me and his daughter. I was in my early 20s and now am 58 and recall after losing my sales job in Brighton on Sussex it was suggested by Diane that we move to the farm of 8 acres and breed dogs in the family business. Dianne had two brothers, Glen and Sam, who I understand were very good boxers and moved form the house later and had a lot of police issues and trouble and I gather bought a restuarant. Dianne was my first real girlfriend and I don't know what happend to her after I... Read more
Devon memories
The Clarke Family of Newton Tracey in The Early 19th Century
Frances “Fanny” Clarke was born about 1810 in Newton Tracey and my interest in both her and the village is because she married Henry Howard, a tin plate worker from Barnstaple. My middle name is Howard which carries on the family name from those far off days. As I have now retired and live in Devon I am looking forward to visiting the parish church at Newton Tracey to see for myself the church where no doubt she and her family worshipped, and the village where she lived. Perhaps I may even find family gravestones in the churchyard? Frances married Henry in 1838 in Islington Parish Church, London and all their many children were born around there. Why ever did they leave beautiful Devon I wonder?
Holidays in Devon at Pulrew And Tanners
My dad, Claude Harper, went to school at Herner I think, our Aunt Emma and Uncle Perce and our cousins lived at Pulrew, in the late 1930s we spent our summer holidays there. Names that come to mind are Tanners where my grandparents lived when my dad was a child in the early 1900s. I remember catching eels in the river by Chapelton down stream from the railway station, anyone have memories of that time. Tony
Growing up in Chapelton
I was born in Chapelton in 1933, my auntie and uncle and their children lived at the top of the village, and my grandmother and grandfather lived on the main road, about a quarter of a mile away towards Barnstaple. They used to serve petrol in the early 1930s but I remember them selling teas from a wooden cabin.
When it was time to go to school, I had to go to Herner, but when the Taw flooded it was impassable,so they sent me to Harracott.
I did not do much schooling there! My father's mother and father, who lived in Lake, needed taking care of in their later years, so my mother spent a lot of time there, and it was thought best that I should go to Tawstock school, the headmistress was Mrs Maude.
And during the early war years, we used to make camoufladge netting, and I remember collecting rose hips from the hedges, towards the war effort.
We had to move back to Chapelton because we... Read more
Eels
We lived at the bottom of Chapelton village, our house facing Chapelton station. When the elvers were due, Dad used to put a pillow case,at the end of a wooden clothes line post, and they swam up the river in columns, and Mother would fry them. You don't get many of them up here in the Midlands.
In The Hills of North Devon
Shovelled off to Boarding School, aged 7 (just), small boy, shorts, huge trunk, sandwiches and standing on the platform in London shivering and not just from the cold. School train huffing and puffing heading for Barnstaple feeling frankly miserable. All is new, all is not good and others sharing the same fate. Eventually arrived at St Michaels through huge gates, facing huge buildings and hordes of boys, cars unloading, parents fussing, boys blubbing and others tearing about. Write postcard home saying 'have arrived safely', using pen and make sure the blotches noted as tears in feeble attempt to get parents to change their minds and escape home........ That was the start, it got better. Posted to Cingalese and right at the back the great hall at back of long line of desks. 1st night in Orange Dorm a bit strange, woke up wondering where I was. Matron, a star. Most of the masters as well once you got to know them. Couple of scary ones like 'Toad' &... Read more
Schoolboy Memories
I was a boarder at St Michael's from late 1947 to 1953. The church was bordered by the Golden Valley on one side and woodlands on the other. I remember sketching Tawstock Church and getting a commendation for my efforts. We used to be taken to the church about once a month and added our treble voices to the congregation's praise. If one had to be away from home, the school did offer a different life; but only liveable to the full once one got over the sense of complete abandonment. I would love to hear from any of the local staff - such as Miss Waters or Miss Jenkins, or, Bridget Fitzpatrick who surely invested her whole life in those of others.
