Monks Horton maps
Historic maps of Monks Horton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Monks Horton maps
Monks Horton photos
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Memories of Monks Horton
Born in Sellindge
I was born in Sellindge in 1947, at 1 Railway Cottages. There were 3 cottages, my aunt lived in no. 2, and Mrs Clark in no. 3. My dad was born in Sellindge, married and started married life in no. 1, and lived there until his death in 1961.
I remember Mum sending me 'up the shop' for a bag of sugar or 'half a pound of marge'. Sometimes it would be a Sunday when the shop was closed or Wednesday afternoon, and Mum would say 'Go round the side door and ask Mrs Batchelor if she could let me have a bag of sugar till Friday when Dad gets paid'.
One day my dog had puppies, and when they were old enough, Dad said I had to get homes for them. He'd made me a 'truck' out of an old wooden box and wheels and I pulled it along with string. So I put the puppies in the 'truck' and took them up to the shop and... Read more
I was born at Caroland Close and then moved to Bridge House next to John Childs garage; in those days owned by my grandad, Mathew Ward, where my mother worked in the office. My cousins lived nearby and great fun was had in grandad's orchard, at Woolpack Hill and the village green. When we returned from infant school time was spent in Pemsey farm apple orchards where my mother picked apples. My father worked for Ronnie Martin at Smeeth. I can remember going to feed the horses at Jeanes stables.
Good For The Roses
I remember nearly forty years ago, my sister Jo's pony dumped on the pub's forecourt, and the landlady, also Jo, had a strong point-of-view about the mess.
Sister Jo quick-wittedly suggested to landlady Jo that one should be grateful for the deposit, which would no doubt be good for the nearby roses... c.1972/3
My grandparents lived in Church Cottages, a stone's throw from the church. As a child I remember staying with my grandparents, the toilet in the garden, and having a bath, Nan used to pull down the tin tub, cleanest in first, the dirtest in last,. It was a small cottage 5 girls & 2 boys sharing 2 beds top & tail. We lived in Station Road and would walk to Nan's daily. I went to the village school, and Nan would wave to me as she passed. Grandad worked for Lucas Brewery in the village. I spent most of my childhood in the sheep dips, and running across Tyane Field avoiding the cows. The ice-cream man came at the weekends and would fill the glass bowl to the top, that was our treat. Nan used to send us to the Co-op to get her shopping, down to the post office for her stamps, around to the butcher for our tea. My nan grew all her on veg, Grandad would bring... Read more
My G Grandfather and G Grandmother Thomas & Eliza Webb owned the local butcher shop, he resided in Lyminge for the 31 years, was a butcher and for many years he was a chorister, bellringer, member of the parish council and gardeners society. The plaque on the walls in the local church for bell ringing and buried in the churchyard. Also My G Grandfather was Ernest Robert Holliday, also came from the village, my grandfather's sister Alice, known as Chic, worked as dispenser at the same time as Dr Victor Mitcheson, they lived in Mayfield Terrace, Florida House near the old station on the main road, and The Mount. The local war memorial also has another relation on, Fredrick George Potten If anyone remembers any memories of my family I would love to hear them.
Lympne Airport in The 50s
That plane was bright blue! As far as I can remember, the pilot was Polish - left over from the war. He used to keep the plane at the airport, and give stunning free acrobatic displays on bright sunny days. For special events, like the village fete, he would give short flights. My mum paid for me and my brother to have one once - first time I'd ever flown. When we first moved to Lympne (very near the airfield) in 1952, the planes were Silver City Bristol Freighters, with huge front opening doors that swallowed cars whole. Silver City moved to Lydd, and they were replaced by Skyways, with a fleet of Dakotas. The runway was grass, and when Skyways wanted to replace their ageing Daks with HS748 turbo-props, they had to lay a concrete strip because the new planes couldn't land on grass. There was a lady (can't remember her name) who used to excercise her racehorses on the periphery of the field. One of her horses triggered a... Read more
That pub is the County Members. We lived just round the corner, in the Street, which leads to the Castle. Between us and the pub, was an old farmhouse, which became the Castle Tea Rooms for a short while. My mum cleaned at the pub, which was three old cottages knocked into one, resulting in the living accommodation being at the top of one flight of stairs, but going to bed, meant you had to go downstairs, through the public bar, and then up another flight of stairs between the public bar and the 'snug'