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Marlston Hermitage maps
Historic maps of Marlston Hermitage and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Marlston Hermitage maps
Marlston Hermitage photos
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Marlston Hermitage area books
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St Marys Childrens Home 1940,S
My mum, Ann Diamond, was in St Mary's home for girls from about 1940- 1943, then went to stay with some foster parents. She has written some memoirs of her time there, and in the home. I would love to show her any more info or photos I can find of Cold Ash x.
My Uncle Aunt And Cousins Lived Here
My uncle and aunt lived here from roughly 1948 to 1958. We lived on Oare Common and visited them at the Castle regularly.
In the living room was a large hook and apparently someone in the past was hung from the hook and has haunted the castle ever since. Another aunt lived at the top of the Castle, she was deaf and dumb. I remember lots of adders around the grounds.
A Visit to my Birthplace
Delighted to find this photo. I was born in Grimsbury Castle in 1946. I came to America at age three and know very little about the history of the Castle and surrounding area. I did visit the Castle in 1971. The appearance was much the same as it is in your 1955 photo. There were in fact adders close by even then. At the time I thought it would be lovely to see the inside of the structure. So I knocked on a thick wooden door. As I stood there I noticed that the door was heavily laced in cobwebs. But, a bottle of milk was next to the threshold. So, I knocked again. Just as I was convinced that no one would answer, a toothless cleaning lady with soot on her face pulled opened the door and said "Wa du ya want?" in an incredibly gruff voice. I asked if I might have a word with the owmer. She said "Not here" and closed the door. I couldn't leave... Read more
Living in The Hermitage Area
We lived at 101 Oare Common. Our family lived at the above address from 1937 until 1949. I started to attend Hermitage Primary School in 1938 and left there in 1948, during that time we had three headmasters, Mr Cudby, Mr Friend, and Mr Enever, two teachers that I remember were Miss Bushell and Miss Matthews. One Sunday morning during the Second World War we were woken by a very loud explosion, some time later we were out for a Sunday evening walk and came across a huge bomb crater in woods not far from Wellhouse. Denis Bowman
The Hiding Place
When I was ten years old this old tree was a delight. Ancient and hollow inside, we children were able to crawl inside while mother did her shopping. We watched people pass on their way to and from the blacksmith, the grocer or the butcher, firmly believing they had no idea we were there. If we were lucky we would have been bought an ice lolly or a sweet to eat in the tree. It was often thought by visitors that it was an oak because of the eponymous pub in the Square. It was, I think, an elm.
Now the tree is long gone, replaced by something small but with nice seats around on a paved area where villagers can rest in the shade.
The Well House
This was where everyone waited for the buses that took us east to Pangbourne and Reading or west to Newbury, our main shopping town. Newbury had a thriving market twice a week and buses were frequent, eight per day.
The Well House did indeed have a well beneath it and following a tragedy at the Royal Oak pub in which our next door neighbour was killed, the building was renovated.
Originally it was an open wooden structure supported on a low brick wall but after the deep well had been filled it had the sides bricked in. Whilst this is less drafty when waiting for a bus it meant that we couldn't see it coming nor see who else was in The Square - important for villagers, who always want to know who is about. It has recently (2006) been rebuilt following an accident but happily is basically unchanged.
Just obscured by the Well House is the cottage we first lived in on arrival in the village in... Read more
The Royal Oak
'The Oak' is the only pub and hotel in the village and in the fifties our next door neighbour was the cleaner there. She would cycle to the village from the farm on a heavy green bicycle in a slow and ponderous manner that has stayed with me to this day. I must have been about nine when the awful event happened that haunted me for years. Police came to the village school one day to ask our neighbour's daughter where her mum was going that morning as she was not at work. The doors in the porch of the pub had been sticking for some months and the cleaner had complained and asked for something to be done, to no avail. While cleaning that day, the floor had opened up beneath her and she fell into a well that had been unused for decades and not properly capped. Our friend was not found for several days. She had died more or less instantly, crushed by falling cookers, fridges, masonry... Read more
