You are here:
Old Gore
Old Gore maps
Historic maps of Old Gore and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Old Gore maps
Old Gore photos
We have no photos of Old Gore, although we do have photos of these nearby places:
Brampton Abbotts| Weston Under Penyard| Ross-On-Wye| Wilton| Dymock| Peterstow| Newent| Goodrich| Longhope| Ledbury| Huntley
Old Gore area books
Displaying 1 of 12 books about Old Gore and the local area. View all books for this area
You can read extracts and browse photos from these books.
Memories of Old Gore
No memories of Old Gore have been shared yet - be the first!
Add your memory of Old Gore
or of a photo of Old Gore.
Herefordshire memories
POST OFFICE
I was born in Hereford in 1952 to Roland S G Hodges and Doreen his wife. I have fond memories of Kings Caple and Fawley. My grandmother ran the village post office for nearly 40 years right up to decimalization. She ran her Post Office from an old wooden greenhouse in the garden at Bridge House, Fawley and used to trundle up and down the garden path from the house a good fifty feet away and unlock door to serve whoever, during the day stamps, postal orders etc plus fags used to be left in this greenhouse all day and never was she robbed. At night everything was marched into the house. In the early 1960s she and my grandfather moved up the hill to Upper Penault. Edith Hodges died in 1979 aged 87 and Arthur her husband died 11yrs earlier in 1968 aged 77, an agricutural worker at Poulston Farm.
The mail used to get to Fawley in the early days from Hereford - Ross or Gloucester Stations... Read more
The War Years.
My sister and I arrived at Kerne Bridge station very late one evening as evacuees. We ended up living with Mr Calkin, a retired head master, and his charming wife. They were absolutely wonderful to us for the time we were with them, this probably being two years.
Our mother and sisters also moved out of London and found accommodation, my mother lived with an old lady called Mrs Lewis in a very small cottage also up the top of Sharman hill. Later we moved down to live with Florence Yemm who lived in Porters Lodge at the bottom of Sharman Hill, we never felt any animosity from the local people who I am afraid were invaded by kids from London.
I still visit Ross on Wye as we have a daughter living in Chepstow, we had been going down and staying at pub/hotels in the Ross Town area.
I love the area and only hope it can keep its population and values as I see them today, sorry if... Read more
My Grandfather's Memories of Ledbury as A Boy
My grandfather, Percy Sturge was born in Ledbury in 1896 and here are some of his memories he related to me when he was in his 90's. His mother, Annie, had lived by the Brewery Inn and one granny lived in Puddlinghams Yard (All Saints), another lived down by the bridge. One day one of his grannies came home carrying a faggot of hops on her head. Several brothers lived by The White Hart and one worked at the Talbot Inn. Grandfather and his parents lived in Bye Street and his mother took him to see the celebrations at the Relief of Mafeking during the Boer War in 1900. His great-grandfather was a master shoemaker who wore silver buckles on his shoes. He had the chance to buy Ledbury for £25 [unfortunately he didn't]. Percy used to watched the magic lantern shows at the Market House in Ledbury, which was put on by the Band of Hope and he loved to play Fox & Hounds on a moonlit night. To get money for... Read more
Memories of A Bygone Era :
My glorious childhood summer holidays were spent with relatives living at Bradlow - and especially my grandfather (died 1947) with whom I would go for walks into the Frith Woods to collect logs and kindling sticks for the open fires. On Sundays there would be attendance at St.Michael's and All Angels Church - best outfits for these occasions! Fridays would be visits to Ledbury Town calling in at Kington's the Butchers : Borne the Chemist : Tilley's the Stationers - and above all Frank Lewis for Grandad's weekly tobacco supplies! Those were the days - such wonderful happy memories. There's lots I could write - and lots I would love to share with anyone who is interested! Will write more - have only just found the site but time limited today.
Childhood Memories
I was born in Hereford County Hospital in 1945 and together with my twin sister was bought back to Broad View, Llangrove where I lived with my Mum and Dad and older brother from 1945 until I got married in 1965. My Dad had lived in and around Llangrove all his life my parents were married at Welsh Newton. My twin sister and I attended Llangrove Primary School which were happy days spent learning and playing. Our teacher's name was Miss Williams and we loved her. I remember the village having 2 shops (a top shop and a bottom shop). The Royal Arms was the pub and we were allowed to sit inside and have a bottle of Vimto and a packet of Smiths crisps. There was very little traffic in the early days and everyone knew one other and we were affectionately known as "the twinnies". My Mum belonged to the local WI and Mothers Union and we attended the Sunday School at the Church of England Church (Christchurch) and... Read more
Great Days
I am not sure of the year, somewhere between 1952 and 1960. Head Forester: Mr Frank Watson. Forester: Mr Ian Falconer Builders: Mr Jones and Chips Cooper. There were probably more men involved, but both the men named were forestry workers and carried out most of the work by hand, using only an axe which they could handle with great accuracy, a skill honed by years of felling trees all over High Meadow. Mr Jones lived at the post office/shop only 100 yards away. I worked for W. J. Herbert & Sons, we were responsible for delivering the logs to the site from the flour mill near Bream. During the construction Mr Watson took a photograph of the team sat on a lorry, I have tried to locate that picture without success.
Ganarew Cottage
I have extremely fond memories of holidays staying here, for some years with the family who were great friends of my mum. There were endless cats and two goats called Sue and Jenny. Life was very different from our life in South London. I have many photos taken over the years, the most fond one is one taken from the main road, as was then, as one approached the hill from Whitchurch and looked up to the left, to see the house on the hill, with two conifer trees framing the house. Every time that was when the excitement built up to total anticipation of the holiday that was to come! It was heaven on earth to me as a child.
