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Kent memories
Grandma's House
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
Butchers Shop
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.
Outbreak of The Second World War
I do believe I had to walk down this lane to the bottom where there was a small department store on the right, and the Abbots Fireside on the left to attend the village school located in the local community hall. We lived in a row of cottages at the top of the lane, Prospect Terrace. Was on holiday at the time when war broke out, so stayed for a year before returning to London. In the village lived family, hence the holiday. One of the family members lived in Silver Hill Villas. Others lived further down from that house. My great uncle and cousin were Fred and Bib Pegden, who had tractor engines. The community hall had 4 areas with teachers, and every morning we had a horlicks tablet. The house in Prospect Terrace had an outside toilet which was emptied by Mr Want who lived in the row.
LEST I FORGET
LEST I FORGET! How it was for my 1st, 2nd and 3 x great-grandparent who lived and worked and died in Elham,Kent, and my dear sweet great-grandfather who was born in the Elham Union workhouse and in 1913 moved his family to New Zealand after his parents died. Lest I forget... how hard it was for them... his mother was sent to Chatham madhouse years prior and died in 1901 ...aged 81. Lest I forget... the hardship and the torment of not knowing what the next day will bring...what food to eat, what clothing to wear, what bombs will do. Lest I forget... how it was for them.... and how I found them in my search for family, not knowing why I didn't have knowledge of my grandparents' family on my mother's side. I left NZ and moved to Australia aged 16 and at 55 started my genealogy...my family tree... It has broken my heart many times...over and over as I plod through so many things...piecing things together, trying to remember if I had... Read more
Caesar's Camp
My sister and I would visit my grandparents in Cheriton and straight away off we would go up the hills, the trick, when the wind was blowing, was to see how far you could "lay on the wind". Later we would find many rabbits who had myxamytosis, very sad. Those were the days when children could run free in the hills without worry. There was a place behind the hills where the original channel tunnel was started I believe in the 40's. My mother was disgusted at the idea of cutting through the hills. When my mother died my sister and I spread her ashes on the hills overlooking the new channel tunnel and whenever I go through it I say a silent prayer "its OK mum, only me!"
Su Knight
Caesar's Camp 1948
Hi Su, I also have happy memories of playing on the hills behind Cheriton when visiting my grandparents. Much more fun than going to the beach. We (my sisters, brother and myself) would cut through the allotments and raid a couple of carrot beds on our way to supplement our picnic of sandwiches and National Health orange squash (lovely). We would spend a whole day playing in the hills, and my parents were happy with t he knoweldge that we were safe. Ceasar's Camp, a large and precious memory of my very happy childhood.
Sylvia Mulley (nee Hastings)
Little Boys & Dusty Lanes
My husband and his family came from Cheriton and surrounding districts. He attended this school from age 5yrs through to school leaving, for a short trial apprenticeship with the local butcher.
His mother and father were keen, of course, especially as in those days the apprentices received 'bonus' in the form of a selection on Saturday mornings. Sausages for the youngest, chops, then 'cuts and joints' for the proven staff.
Knowing him as I did, later, it is easy to appreciate that butchering would never be his calling. He transferred to building & carpentry then v.v.successful nursing career after his period in the Aircraft section of RAF.
Which made all the funnier his humorously recalled walks to and from school in the company of other local little boys who apparently, to liven up warm walks home int he afternoons would have 'writing one's name' and 'distance' competitions in the dusty lane....the pencil and ink being left to your imaginations !! :-)) ... Read more
