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My Teenage Years at Clevedon
On the surface of it there was nothing to do in Clevedon for a teenager, but I was wrong. Meeting up with friends and looking for entertainment, Clevedon Pier came the place to be, with a juke box and the latest records (those were the days of rock and roll) we danced all night, well, till the pier master closed up for the night. It was a regular thing that when the paddle steamer landed to drop off passengers after their day trip the pier would wobble and so would we (and not a drink in sight). On leaving we made for Fortes and then The Spray Point Cafe where we would drink coffee and dance some more. Other places were the Salthouse Pavilion, Community Centre and St. John's Hall where I remember a Jazz stomp being held and of course the picture house. Those were the days. Iris Nicks (then being known as Iris Cook)
Fishing
I can't be 100% sure but this is a great likeness of myself and my brother Rob... I have fished this swim for large roach since the early 1990s and we still fish the weirpool to the present day. I have had many happy memories here and have some nice photos of truly outstanding catches.
I have also met some lovely old boys there and have enjoyed hearing their tales of whoppers caught in the days of way back when the river here used to be tidal. They even used to have flatfish competitions!!
My Family
My mother's family is from Bristol and my first memory of going to Congresbury is when I was four, in 1984. Me, my mom and my three older brothers went to visit my grandma and grandpa in their beautiful cottage home, on Orchard Lea. The beautiful flowers, crab apple trees, the smell of summer...the list goes on. I remember going snail picking and being too scared to eat one. My grandpa would make us kids ice cream sandwiches, it was heaven. My grandpa took me for a walk, to buy me a gift, and it was a metal set of mini pots and pans, I still have them to this day. We would go to the ocean, and play in the sand, we'd get frog and dracula popsicles and eat fries and gravy chips. I absolutely love and miss that time and place. How heartbroken I am now to think, that my grandparents, their home and even my one brother is no longer on this earth with me anymore, and... Read more
Born in Congresbury
I was born in Congresbury in 1951 and lived there until I joined the army in 1966. I have very fond memmories of growing up there, one of the fondest was riding the strawberry train from Cheddar to Yatton. My uncle ran the the local coal business and had his coal delivered at Congresbury station. I attended the local primary school and the local choir under the direction of the Reverent Cran who we all feared, I once made 2 shillings and sixpence collected from a bride leaving the church after her wedding, the custom was to throw small change to the choir boys as they left the church, I was the fastest. One of the saddest moments was to find on subsequent visits that a lot of the orchards and open ground have been given over to housing developent.
Second World War Memories
I was only a nipper in 1942 but recall clearly the German bombing raids Weston had to survive. Bristol was their main target, but to get a smart getaway they would fly over Weston shedding any spare bombs as they went and unfortunately Weston was right in their flight path. Barrage balloons surrounded the town but were often shot down by the enemy. I lived in Coombe Cottage, which was, if I recall, in Coombe Lane. Our neighbour only a few yards away received a direct hit. Every home had a solid steel Anderson shelter in the house which we scambled into whenever the siron sounded. We left just before the war ended and would love to know whether Coombe Cottage still remains.
Childhood in The 1950s
Life for a child in the village of Worle in the 1950s was exciting, parochial and safe. Our parents did not lose sleep over thoughts of us being molested. Children were more likely to be in danger from their own recklessness than anything else, and so our parents were able to allow us freedom to roam happily. My great friends, Kaye, Mim and I had a wonderful time. As Kaye remarked, at my 50th birthday party, we laughed, ran, sang and climbed our way through childhood. My first introduction to the wider world of play was through the boys and girls in the lane and in Greenwood Road. A crowd of about twelve of us set off each summer evening to Tripp's Field, which could be approached via a stile opposite the Golden Lion pub. The Tripp family owned the local farm and actually had four fields, each one separated from the others by a rhyne (the Somerset name for a drainage ditch) and joined by a little stone-built, arched... Read more
My Home
I have lived in the village all my life, all 29 years of it. I have lived in 3 different cottages, the 1st was opposite the village hall, I am 1 of 4 children and I have many happy memories of living there till just before my 10th birthday. My father then got offered a bigger house just up the road. That was a very special house a lovely big garden plus I had my own room!! I then left school at 16yrs and worked for Sir William helping my father maintain the cottages and land. I was then fortunate to be offered my 3rd home in the village - where I have brought up my two young children and me and my husband are expecting child number 3. I have such happy memories of our annual village fete, beetle drives and village dances. I've seen many people come and go, sadly too many of them passing away. The village is now an ever changing place, but I will continue... Read more
