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Historic maps of Molash and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Molash maps
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Perry Wood| Godmersham| Selling| Chilham| Eastwell| Wye| Westwell| Boughton-Under-Blean| Kennington| Charing| Ospringe| Chartham| Shalmsford Street| Hothfield| Brook| Faversham| East Hill| Davington
Molash area books
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A Very Fine Pub
A very fine pub, that's if you can find it, in the middle of nowhere, deep inside Perry Wood. It's worth looking for. This used to be the Perry Wood winkle club in the 1960s and 1970s, where you would get your winkle out of your pocket before another club member did, the loser would have to get the drinks in first! No joke, the landlord in the years I first went there was known as Mad John who collected sailors' hats which were displayed around the 2 bars. I sometimes sat in his garage repairing his daughter's motorcycle with the odd drink to keep me going!!
May Family From 1770
I'm not adding a memory but I do have an interest in Throwley. I have been doing some family research on my mother's side and I have found my 2 x great-grandfather JOHN MAY was born in Throwley in the year 1842, and it looks like the Mays go back to my 5 x greatgrandfather THOMAS. What I would like to know and I know this will be a long shot but is any of the family still living in Throwley, or can anyone help me with any form of info, I would love to hear from you. Kind regards ROBERT JOHNSON. email me: guff6877@yahoo.com.
Godmersham Post Office
We visited and stayed at the Post Office, village shop and off licence in 1973. My mother Mrs Oliver had just taken over as Post Mistress. My mother had given up a teaching post in Liverpool to be nearer her own mother who lived in Westgate on Sea. She ran it until 1982 when she retired to Herne Bay and took up freelance teaching in her spare time. I would be interested to know of any history relating to the Post Office as it had a lovely garden and was an interesting building
Picking Fruit!
It was the summer of 2006 and it was the greatest summer for me, my life is not the same boring life. I want only one thing .... I want to return in England, one of the greatest countries in the world.
Living With Nanny
I remember well living with my nanny in Neames Forstell, she was Rose Beake, a formidable lady, but oh how I loved her. I remember going to Selling school, and if it rained or snowed being brought home in the police car by Sargeant Onions. I remember going to play "up round the ring", going to find uncle Harold and aunty Edie, oh so many memories. I was happiest staying with nanny, going to play in the garden of the Sondes Arms, feeding the chickens, except when the cockerel bit me, well I did poke my finger through the wire. I never wanted to go home, I loved it at nanny's, even when aunty Dot tried to make me try coffee, now I never drink anything else. My saddest moment was in November 1955 when we all piled into the removal van, to go and live in Stoke on Trent. It might have been the moon, I didn't want to go. That was where dad lived and I didn't like... Read more
Oh Happy Days
1st white house on left was the 2nd post office where I had to go every morning to collect and deliver all the Chilham newspapers around the village for the grand sum of £2 per week. Post master then was a Ken Parker, I had to finish by 8am to catch Herbi Arnold's school bus to get to Chartham Secondary School.
My First Flat
No I'm not joking, when we first got married we lived in a flat in Chilham Castle which was at the time above the Battle of Britain museum at the rear of the castle, yes it was cold there in the winter. We were allowed to walk around the lakes and gardens, whenever we wished. My father was the local village policeman, PC Bill Bishop. who managed to persuade a certain Lord Mazzerin to rent it out to us. Mice, yes, they were in abundance, the record then was 21 in two days, what did I do with them all you may ask? My wife would throw them out of the window in disgust of condition of the castle. Just beneath our flat there was also a small cafe, they sweep up all the bodies and wonder where they kept coming from!
