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Hopping in Kent
Now I can't say 100% that it was Marden but it just sticks in my mind. Although I am only 31 now I went hopping a couple of times with my family who were originally from Silvertown. The last time I went was in the early to mid 1980s when everything was packing up. The things I remember about hopping was the huge cook house which had several fireplaces in along with a few old sofas and mattresses where we used to sit late into the night with everyone else who was staying in the huts. The huts were exactly that, just huts. I shared with my nan and grandad or my aunts or my dad sometimes or I would walk round the second row of huts and stay with one of my friend's family. They were made more homely with wallpaper and sideboards and kitchen tables that had been packed up in the car for that long jouney from London. In the morning the only place to shower and brush your... Read more
Hop Picking During The War
I hated hop picking. We started in 1938 to help pay for my sister's uniforms when she went to Ashford County School. At first my mother was slightly ashamed but soon entered ino the spirit and competition as to who could pick the most bushells. We had a half bin with the Worsleys having the other half. Mrs Worsley's father had been a police inspector in Tunbridge. The Worsleys were Scottish from thc 'Black Douglas' clan. (I learned much later my mother was from the Royal Stewart clan.) They supplied milk from theiir cows and coal. They also ran the fire station with their horse, which normally hauled the coal car, pulling the fire pump on its wooden wheels. Normally the horse had two speeds, stop or a slow amble, but once attached to the pump it would break into a gallop. The Worsleys were notoriously late starters so the milk was delivered in time for tea. I was let out early from hop picking to go home... Read more
School on The Hill
I have great memories of going to Sunday lunches to this lady's house. I do not remember her name but we had best china and tiger rugs (with the heads on). I was a pupil at St Mary's Convent on the outskirts of town, is it still there? My maiden name was Dalton.
Hop-Picking
As a young lad, I went with my family to pick hops near Staplehurst village, my cousin and I used to swim in a nearby river that had a bridge across it and arches under the bridge, and the arches were a great place to change into our swimming trunks. I do not remember the location of the river, but recall the happy times we had there, we found a raft that someone else had built, and we had wonderful moments there far away from the streets of East London.
The Forties
My Dad was a gardener at Iden Old Manor which was owned by the Walmsley family. I went to school in the village, the only names I can remember are Victor Springate and the Murray family. My first bicycle was purchased from the shop near the school.Ialso remember the day the doodlebug fell in the village, great excitement for the kids ,not so for their parents. The Americans were at the airfield near the village and we kids were always on the cadge for sweets and gum. Just in case anyone remembers me my maiden name was Ann Carey.
Hop Fields
Horsmonden - the end of my hop picking days. I was born in east London 1939 and hop picking was four weeks in the country, camp fire cooking in the evening, a sing along and down to the Gun or the Town House on Saturday evening. Then came 1960 and I was called up for National Service spending two years away.
I have now retired and acquired a PC. I have found the internet to which I am
new to and found your site. Lots of memories came flooding back and I can
find a use for some spare time. Thank you for a new interest.
Brian
Bassetts Farm
I am an American, but back in the autumn of 1971 - during my 18 months of travel around Europe and North Africa - I spent three months working and living at Bassetts Farm, owned by the Pemble family. Thirty-eight years later it remains one of my most wonderful memories. Horsmonden was such a lovely place. At Bassetts Farm I was in charge of the oast house. I had never even heard of an oast house until I arrived there. I had found the job through friends at the New Zealand embassy in London, where they had a list of available jobs. The Pembles also owned another farm several miles away where the crops were apples and pears. When hop season was over, I would drive a tractor each morning from one farm to the other, and at the end of the day I drove it back to Horsmonden. What a beautiful drive that was, through rolling fields of green as the sun was setting. On weekends, we would go to the... Read more
