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Kerrow Moor maps
Historic maps of Kerrow Moor and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Kerrow Moor maps
Kerrow Moor photos
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Carthew| Luxulyan| Roche| St Austell| Lanlivery| St Blazey| Helmen Tor| Charlestown| Carlyon Bay| Biscovey| Par| Lanivet| St Dennis| Porthpean| Tywardreath| Polgooth| St Stephen| Lostwithiel| Trenarren| Polkerris| Restormel| Nanstallon| St Winnow| Menabilly| Bodmin| Quoit| Pridmouth
Kerrow Moor area books
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The Bones-Playing Shopkeeper
I was born in Stenalees in 1962. When I was a kid the local shopkeeper (before Mr Kemp) used to entertain us kids by playing the bones. In fact he gave me a set when I was 8, which I still have. Mark Scott.
Old Charactors & Childhood Memories
I grew up in Stenalees in the 1960s and 1970s, my sister and I have so many fond childhood memories - Dick Richards shop, the smell of the paraffin heater in the winter and buying Spangles. Old Toby Tucker who smoked like a trooper and lived by the park - Dear Mr Daw, a veteran of the Great War (with a tin leg), he is responsible for my interest in war poetry and inspired me with his stories and memories. Carloggas Downs was like our back garden and Kerrow Moor our special haven. We lived in The Lodge and always felt ours was a special house, originally built to be a vicarage. The lane behind our house was known as Bandhouse Lane and our dad, as a boy, had actually lived in the one-room bandhouse for a short time when his house in Saltash received a direct hit during the Second World War.
Mrs Abbot's Minah Bird
My sister Linda worked in Carthew shop back in the late 60s and early 70s. Her boss was a women called Mrs Abbot. She had a Minah Bird that she kept in the kitchen but it could always be heard from the shop. It was a very good talker and was very prone to swearing. Mark Scott.
Evacuee in This Beautiful Village of Luxulyan.
I was very fortunate to be evacuated to this beautiful village at the beginning of World War Two. I remember being lined up in the village hall with about fifteen other evacuees. My elder sister was with me, she was eight years old and I was five. My future mum and dad was to be Mr and Mrs Parker, I can't find words to express what wonderful and caring people they were. I stayed there for about four years, during that time Mr Parker passed away. I still have fond memories of standing by the graveside holding his beloved dog Patch. My mother and father came and joined us in 1944 at the end of the war. We found a little cottage in Prideaux just through the Luxulyan valley. During my time with the Parkers I became a member of the choir at the beautiful village church, and me being me would sing out of tune on purpose, so the vicar would make me pump the organ which consisted of... Read more
Lockengate of The ''40s
I lived in St Austell as a child but my Uncle Ewart and Aunt Ruby farmed at Trescoll Farm, Lockengate. From a very early age I spent every holiday with them and although only four or five years old at the time, I remember well and fondly those wartime years, the Land Army girls and the two shire horses. (The first Fordson Major tractor didn't arrive here until the early '50's.) Trescoll was up a long lane from Lockengate and each morning Uncle would harness up one of the horses and after hand milking his twenty or so South Devon breed cows would load the churns into the cart and take them down to Lockengate where there was a concrete block stand onto which they were loaded ready for the Milk Board lorry to collect.
Lockengate was at the junction of the Bugle-Lanivet road (the A391) and the road to Bodwen and on the corner opposite the farm lane was Mrs Grose's shop.
One of my occasional chores... Read more
First Visit
I first discovered Roche while on a motoring holiday with my parents when I was 12 years old. Being young and nimble, I was up those ladders like a monkey, much to the horror of my parents.
My latest visit was last week, Monday 11th September 2006, and although I was ready to try the ladders again, my fiance would not allow me, because, unfortunately, I am not a teenager any more. I was not really aware of any changes due to the long period in between my visits, and my memory of it has obviously faded.
St Austell Fore Street - Rivera Restaurant
The Rivera!! Once a week after school in 1964- 65, a group of us (mostly 6th-formers from the Grammar School, which was co-ed by that time) used to gather upstairs in the Rivera Restaurant (on the right in the photo) and order tea and buttered teacakes - all we could afford - and we'd make them last an hour or more. I'm sure we were often noisy, and took up a lot of room, much to the consternation of other customers and the staff, but we were regulars too, just learning how to be adults. I remember most of the old shops along Fore Street - WH Smith on the corner opposite the church where I was confirmed, the Home and Colonial store, which had boxes of biscuits with glass lids, just at the right height to tempt young children, Northcott's the butcher across the street from H&C (Stuart Northcott was in my class at school), and Sydney Grose, where we purchased our school uniforms. Saturday mornings were spent at... Read more
