Kenton, the Village 1906

Childhood Holidays in the 1950's

I was born in 1942 and brought up in Walthamstow in NE London. We were a working class family and Dad always provided us with 2 week's holiday, if possible 'by the sea'. In 1951, Dad chose Dawlish Warren. I was 9 at the time and we probably travelled down by train from Paddington, changing at Exeter St Davids and getting a local train for Dawlish Warren but I have no recollection of that. The main thing I can recall about the holiday was that we stayed at a caravan site called the 'Welcome Stranger' and that our caravan was called 'Idaho'. I know now that it was a pre-war caravan and was very cramped. Although it had obviously seen better days it was clean. I remember that a fresh water standpipe was quite close and I used to fill up the water carrier and bring it back to the caravan. The emptying place for the 'grey' water was however quite a hike away. I also remember the communal wash-houses which had large sinks for washing (no showers in those days!)and a line of doors enclosing wc's. It was unheated and was my first experience at undertaking ablutions in the open air! The 'Welcome Stranger' camp opened in 1949 and was still being developed in 1951. There was a shop on the site which sold a cereal called 'Post Toasties' which was very similar to Kelloggs Corn Flakes. The shop was also the reception area. All problems had to be reported there. The owner was dressed like a farmer with cloth cap, shirtsleeves always rolled up to his elbows and wearing wellington boots. He drove a tractor which delivered replacement bottles of Calor Gas to your caravan and took away the empty one. It was also used to tow the 'Honey Cart' from the the ablutions area to the cess pit! Dad used to say 'Tthe cart may be gone but the 'memory' lingers on!'. Most evenings were spent at the Mount Pleasant Inn. This was an old coaching inn set up on a hill overlooking Dawlish Warren. The June evenings were invariably warm and still, the sun not setting until nearly 10pm. From the terrace you could look down at Dawlish Warren Station and beyond to the sands and the sea. What evenings they were! With a bottle of Whiteways Cidrax and a packet of Smiths Crisps to devour I would wonder at the procession of trains passing through Dawlish Warren Station. There were eastbound pasenger expresses hauled by King Class or Hall Class locomotives from British Railways Western Region bound for Paddington, and the resorts of Paignton, Kingswear, Plymouth and Penzance westbound. Brunswick green liveried locomotives hauling rakes of chocolate and cream coaches. Occasionally there would be one of these westbound expresses hauled by a Bullied Merchant Navy or West Country Class locomotive from British Railways Southern Region, resplendent in their Malachite green livery. Because both regions provided services between Exeter St Davids and Plymouth, Southern Region locomotives were rostered on certain runs so that their crews could 'learn the road' of the Western region in case at any time the Southern region services were diverted onto the Western region metals. I clearly recall one of the Merchant Navy class locomotives being in the experimental blue livery which was used on selected locomotives in the immediate post-nationalisation era. What a memory that was!

Cann Family History

My Great Great Grandfather was born William Honey Cann.   Born: March 12, 1845 in Topsham, England son of John Cann and Jane (Hill) Cann.  (William Married - Ann Pidgeon, from England also!).  Looking for more information on Cemeteries in this area.  John Cann was the son of Samuel Cann & Charity (Arscott) Cann.  Looking for information on location of where they lived in Topsham, or worked.

Exmouth Marina

The history of Exmouth Harbour and marina has altered beyond recognition in the last few years. In 1998 I went there as a complete novice deck hand and worked for the summer on the 55-foot trawler GY165 'Pacemaker'. We fished out in the channel and often landed our catch on the harbour, to the interest of the town's visitors. I lived on board the boat for the first 6 weeks which was quite an experience, you felt very odd being so much on view to passing tourists as you hung your smalls out to dry on deck. Luckily I then met a mad Australian, Aussie Mike Townsend, and he let me move into a room in his flat above the garage in Shelley Beach Road. It was great living there, and such a relief to get off the boat for a while and have a proper bed and bathroom. One of the best things was going for a pint in the Beach pub, nice people got in there and being so close to the harbour all the local trawlermen and others to do with the sea used it. I went in and had a pint today and it hasn't changed much to look at. But dear old Shelly Beach Road, all the bungalows and sheds and fishing stores have gone, replaced with glass and concrete. Sad, but hey, I wouldn't mind owning a flat looking out towards Dawlish with a nice boat in the marina. The Firth photos of so many years ago look far more like the Exmouth Harbour I knew eleven years ago to the one I see now, so even a short time can make a massive difference. I still love Exmouth though.