On The Common 1921, Hothfield
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1910 Webb
I have a Book of Common Prayer with Hymns presented to me on Jan 17th 1949 with the inscription "From Daddy to Eileen". On the same page dated 1910 is the inscription " Presented by the Church Army for Essay Writing at Hothfield Kent". It was obviously very precious to him and I wonder if anyone can give me any information about it. My father's name was Frederick Harold Webb who was born in 1896, in Canterbury, and he had brothers Percy, Maurice, Harry, and George. His father's name was Arthur and his mother was Emily, maiden name Humphries. Her sister married into the Wilmshursts. Please send any information to: eileencorbitt@hotmail.com
Ashford
I used to work in the Chicken & Grill that was situated behind the tank in Ashford; it was a very busy little cafe especially lunchtimes; I met my second husband there; resulting in 42 years together till he died in 2006.
Another popular place was the Bon Bon in the High Street; mostly teenagers would gather there in the evenings & it was where I met my first husband.
The Toffs Jaz Club was very popular around this time; also The Three Jays.
There was a roller skating rink in Ashford at this time also very popular.
Hothfield School
With Hothfield School situated on the common, Miss Bottle, the Head Mistress, had another strict rule. No students were allowed to go anywhere near the bugs at recess. Like flees to a dog though, the boys couldn't stay away from the swamps. In the spring, it was a great place to hunt for frogs, slow worms and newts. There were many times, while in the pursuit of some aquatic trophy, the school bell would ring and in a mad dash to get back to class, students would occasionally end up with a wet foot or two. This meant you would have to sit through afternoon class with soggy feet. There were times when the teacher would ask the rhetorical question, "Has anybody been playing in the bogs at recess?" No one would ever admit to it, but the puddles under some desk were a dead giveaway. www.monkerybottom.ca
Monkery Bottom
My mother always said she left Monkery Bottom a brighter place than she had found it. The old bus was no longer the unsightly, rusting hulk, it had once been. It now stood boldly in its place as if it were entitled to be there. The chestnut tree now growing out of the engine compartment was in full leaf and added a rather exotic flavour to the place. The white- washed exterior, with the large red poker-dot curtains, and school art work littering the windows made for a colourful sight. Yes! with out a doubt my mother did leave Monkery Bottom a brighter place than she had found it. Monkery Bottom lies in a hollow along the Faversham road, about two miles from Charing. Its was here my mother had rented an old bus and we would spend the winter of forty-eight living there.
Charing
The village of Charing is located on the south slope of the North Downs along Pilgrims Way. Much of the village as not changed in six hundred years. Shops and homes with there oriel windows still overlook the main street.
Monkery Bottom
One of the land owners living in Hothfield and well known for her generosity was Mrs Tufton. Although she lived a half mile up a dark lane, she would make it worth the walk to go sing her a few Christmas carols. In the spring she would hire buses to take Hothfield children down to the seaside for the day. Theres more at www.monkerybottom.ca
