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Historic maps of Luson and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Luson maps
Luson photos
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Yealmpton| Yealm River| Ermington| Newton Ferrers| Noss Mayo| Modbury| Ringmore| Ivybridge| Challaborough| Bigbury On Sea| Wembury| Bigbury| Harford| Plympton| Aveton Gifford| Plymstock| Bantham| Thurlestone| South Milton| Plym Bridge
Luson area books
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Memories of Luson
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Lucan Villa With The Ellicot Family
During the Second World War the Buckle family lived in Embankment Road with Aunt Laura Ellicot when the bombing got too dangerous for us to stay in the city of Plymouth. So we went with Aunt Laura and her grandchildren and 2 of her daughters to Lucan Villa. We lived in the lovely house, that had an amazing staircase at the front, and a concrete staircase at the back from the pantry. My sister Mary, brother Peter and I slept in a lovely double bed together, and absolutely adored living there. It was Paradise for us children. It had a large orchard full of every type of fruit, and if we were hungry we just picked fruit. We were free to wander the lanes and fields around Luson, with the older children, Mary, Jennifer and Katherine. I was only 3 and Peter 4 when moved there. All the children went to the school in the village of Hobleton, and I was quite lonely during the day. When they came home... Read more
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Found Memories of Early Days at Yealmpton
Now living in Australia and having revisited Yealmpton in recent times, the changes are amazing. Where there used to be fields in which I played with mates, sadly houses now stand. The old bridge, church, Mother Hubbard's Cottage and pubs are still much as I remember them, but the old charm seems to be missing. In 'my days' I could name just about everyone living in the village, now - from what I'm told - that isn't so! My memories go back to during the blitz when Plymouth was being bombed and I was just 4 or 5 years of age; the next day picking up silver streamers apparently dropped by the bombers to deflect radar, visits to a devastated Plymouth and 'tin pan alley' - a row of corrogated iron sheds selling whatever was available. I remember the American army camp at Brixton, picking cockles from the mud at Undercliff, Saturday evening film shows in what was the then Womens Institute near the bridge, fetes, and - when older - dances behind... Read more
Flete Maternity Home
I was born in Flete House and adopted very soon after. I have a sort of memory of a large wood panelled room filled with cots, there are windows along one side with the sun streaming through. I wonder if that was the nursery at Flete. I would love to know the story of my birth but I am losing hope that I shall ever know more than my mother's name.
Flete Maternity Home
My Mum and Dad often use to tell me the story of my birth. When my Mum went into labour she was taken to Freedom Fields Hospital, later that day (my Dad walked to the nearest phone box) phoned Freedom Fields Hospital to enquire as to how my mum was, only to be told that she wasn't there and that there had been no record of her being there, my dad could'nt believe what he was being told as he actually took my mum to the hospital by taxi! Unbeknown to him and the hospital nursing staff my mum had been transferred to Flete maternity during the night and the night staff at the hospital had not recorded the transfer! My dad thought he was going insane! Everything got sorted out in the end! ... Read more
FLETE HOUSE
The memories that Mary Impey has voiced bear a resemblance to my own. I have always had a memory from very young of being in some sort of establishment with the panelled walls Mary mentioned and rows of babies' cots and even the sun streaming through the windows. Quite uncanny really and that keeps coming back to me periodically. My early days are a bit of mystery to me as I try to establish the exact date of my birth. Father now deceased and my mother is suffering with dementia. I would love to find out whether I was born on 30th or 31st March as there have been conflicting versions of the circumstances of my birth from both of them. Is there a register of births at Flete House?
My Stay at Collaton Cross
I lived in Collaton Cross for a short while when my Husband was in the R.A.F. My surname then was TURTLE. My son Nicholas was born in the house in Collaton Cross. He was ill at birth and taken to Freedom Fields Hospital in Plymouth where he had a successful operation and is now a strapping six foot 3inches and very fit. I had a Daughter Julie and another son Tony. I enjoyed my stay at Collaton Cross and used to enjoy walking into Newton Ferrers. I had very friendly neighbours who were very helpful when my son was born and in hospital. My husband was working from R.A.F. Mountbatten on air/sea rescue. As I recall Newton Ferrers was a very pretty village which I hope some day to revisit,I also hope that my son will decide to visit his place of birth in the not too distant future.
I feel that I did enjoy the area but sometimes,when you are young and bringing up a family, you do not... Read more
Living at Collaton Cross
I must have only been about 3 years old although it seems when I recall the memories, that I was older. I remember roller skating on the "hangars" at Collaton Cross. These were actually the remains of the RAF hangars (presumably where they originally stored the planes?) and were large slabs of concrete on which the children of the estate used to play. I have no idea how long we lived there for with my sister Christine and mum and dad, Julie and Ted Bedwell. My dad was stationed at RAF Mountbatten and I didn't yet go to school so cannot remember much else. I have returned and it looks much the same although the houses are now private rather than RAF quarters.
