Newton St Cyres, Parish Church c1955
Newton St Cyres, Parish Church c1955 Ref: n83020
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Drawbridge Cottage, Exeter Canal Photo Ref: 82302
Ref: 82302
This is a photo of Drawbridge Cottage where my family lived in 1901. John Thomas Helley and wife Eliza Ann(nee Gitsham) lived there with their children Florence, Maud, Louie Elizabeth, Hilda Ellen, Kathleen Nora, and Nellie. I would be pleased to know more about them and the cottage. Louie Elizabeth Helley married Reginald Hamilton and lived along the canal at Willeys Cottages. They had 5 daughters Vera, Doreen, Phyllis, Beryl, Eileen - all married and had children. We are now a large family but many still live in Exeter
The little boy with the boat is a family friend Roland Tucson - still living.
Shared on 25 October 2009
We moved into Shuttern Cottage in Pump Street in 1965, long before local developents started. It was quiet then, with little traffic, but the inevitable happened - first Woodlans, then Court Orchard, then lots else, but the atmosphere remained good and things for the good happened. The Recreation Ground in Station Road was set up, a rebuild of the Parish Hall undertaken, improvements to the Church, a Jubilee Fete using West Town and Pump Street - a great occasion resulting in a new village sign on the Green. It was a really happy place with everyone contributing to many activities. The rebuilt Hallis well used, as is the Recreation Gound, both having excellent active committees. Traffic has increased enormously - but where has it not. In 1985 we moved to the top of Pump Steet, rebuilding Ye Olde Cottage and renaming it with its original name of 'Mount Pleasant'. Life continued very happily until 2003 when age caught up on us and we very reluctantly moved to St Marychurch, but we still love and remember the village and its super people.
Shared on 10 June 2009
At the moment I am 66 years old. I lived at Newton St Cyres from 1950 to 1952.
My father worked at J. G. Quicke's farm where in 1952 he was unfortunately killed and my mother and I returned to Cornwall. I can still remember going to the school at the top of the hill. Ahh! those were the days.
For anyone reading this who may have lived there at the same time my nickname was Trip. I seem to remember back in those days we used to have scorching hot summers for our summer holidays from school.
A few of the surnames I can remember are Hookway, Manley, Chamberlain, Vickary and possibly Redaway.
I must admit I have many happy memories until my fathers untimely death.
Shared on 02 September 2008
My family moved to Brampford Speke in 1972 when I was two and we moved away in the summer of 1977 to Bristol. We lived in the bungalow opposite the village pub. I went to the village school and spent most of the time down by the river. I learnt to swim in the river too. I remember the hot summers when everyone would go by the river, also the Silver Jubilee when we all went in fancy dress, playing skittles in the pub and looking for grass snakes in the churchyard! I still visit Brampford Speke as often as I can get down and still see some of the friends and familiar faces from when I lived there. I will always think of this as my home and have great fond memories of it. It is such a lovely place to live.
Alison Flannery (nee Dodd)
Shared on 22 August 2008
Exeter, Devon and Exeter Hospital c1955
Ref: E48063
There was always the ghost stories...
In 1973 having just left school that summer, I started my State Registered Nurse training with tutor Miss Wilmot at this Southernhay Hospital.
Being a 'young lady' from Bristol my new colleagues and I were expected to live in the Nurses Home with a larger than life home matron Miss Hermitage. The Nurses Home was behind the hospital between Wynards Lane and Southernhay Gardens where there was an access lane. It was a red brick 4 story building that you could see the back of Southernhay and some of the multi-walkways and verrandas linking the many buildings such as the casualty block to the corridor towards the childrens wards and theatres. I remember being shown around one of the theatres that had a filled in fireplace at an angle in the corner of the room space!
In the Home there was large shared bathing rooms of 6 that you could screen off your bath while bathing. They were the most enormous cast iron white baths that when full of water you could completely dunk down in, and after a shift with the Bedpan Sterilizer in the Sluice, you would want to.
At this time everyone was getting excited about moving to the 'new' Wonford hospital on Barrack Road, sadly already gone and replaced after my time there.
Southernhay was a friendly old place that was missed by everyone who remembers working within the high ceilings, mercury-soaked floors, drafty windows and squeaky dark corridors.
That brings me to the 'Grey Lady', and as a young impressionable trainee scared me, and still does! In those days the staff were friendly but the ward sister was boss and unquestionable when it came to job allocation.
The Night shifts were busy and punctuated by 'rounds' with the Night Sister who wanted 'Name Age and Diagnosis' of every patient at least once each shift. On one of the bottom wards Summerhays we had a quiet night, relatively so, and thats when I heard of the Grey Lady. As you can guess other nurses had other and slightly different tales to tell and be told.
My initiation was on a windy night, adding to the sinister atmosphere, and darkened by the nightlights in the corner of the ward with whispering so the night sister wouldn't hear. The Grey lady was supposed to be a young nurse who having found she was pregnant by her soldier fiance, jumped off the balcony after receiving word of his gruesome death on the battlefield. It was supposed that the wind was her wailing in anguish and falling, and it was said every windy night you may catch a glimpse of her as a grey misty figure floating along the balcony on the upper floors before suddenly dissappearing from site!
Yes, I was spooked and I expect a lot of other people have seen her and after being told their own version. Perhaps you were one of them? My saving grace was Miss Hermitage who was probably used to soothing scared trainees. She wisely said she had never nursed or even heard of anyone being hurt by a ghost, so what was there to worry about! Curiously she didn't deny there was a Grey Lady but I only thought of that after being reassured. Actually the most scarey thing in the old hospital was the Malaysian nurses choice of music. They were needed to boost numbers [even in the 70s] and many were homesick. My neighbour had one vinyl record to play, 'Jingle Bells' that sounded like the Goons 'Yingtong Song' in Chinese, repeated again and again and again. We all used to sing along to cheer her up but it got a little cringeworthy morning noon and night!
Shared on 15 February 2009
