Nostalgic memories of Perranporth's local history

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I began school in the hut above the playing fields ( later becoming the scout/guide hut and play group). Miss Howlet was our teacher, we sang and heard bible stories and use little coloured sticks for our sums. Playing with brown plasticine or toys from the cupboard in the afternoon. When it was cold our little bottles of milk were placed on the heater to warm. A year later we moved to the new ...see more
His father Sydney had been a Police Inspector who served in Rhodesia, and lived in Perranporth in a property called Inyanga and was a members of the Golf Club. Kenneth & Nellie Edwards were residents of the town up to the 1990s and her sister Mrs Eileen Mace became a resident in the 1970s. On 8th September 1946 Kenneth married Widow Nellie Kathleen Drake in Brixton.
My family lived in Perranporth from 1963 to 1967 when we moved to Goonhavern 3 miles away. There were six of us children and, in town or 3 miles away, we all looked forward to the CSSM coming during our school holidays. It was fun, it was free and offered the best gift in history, the love of Jesus Christ - once you had taken him into your heart. I recall great nights in the sand dunes around a ...see more
In WW2 the father of my uncle Ken Edwards was the "Billeting officer" Mr Sydney Edwards, who was an ex police inspector with a manner which was very stern and he soon sorted out the children who were playing pranks with the supplies provided for defensive means. The author Michael Edwards included this incident in a book he wrote about Perranporth (Cornwall) and it was printed by Penwartha Press.
I remember when I was about 8 or 9 playing in the church, it was wet and cold inside even in the summer but in the winter you couldn't go in because it was flooded.
I have found this same photo in the January 17 1940 edition of The Motor magazine, here it is described as "Building built to protect building" and I quote thus: There is a quaint building - which must be the only one of its kind in the world - situated by the main road on Perranporth Golf course and making an interesting object for a run for motorists visiting Cornwall this year. Locked away inside is the ...see more
I have now lived in Cornwall for over 30 years, having holidayed here since before I was born! I remember a shop by the car park on the prom, it was a sweet shop/ice cream parlour and I knew it as Queenies, my grandad was always presented with a knickerbocker glory from Queenie when we came down. I remember the wooden floors and the smell, the smell of good times.
Is the pile of sand the remains or the beginning of the Toc-H altar we used to, as children, help build on the beach for sunday service with Toc-H? When the beach huts blew down and we skipped school to help clear up, collecting empty bottles to take back to Mr James at the cafe. Digging holes and covering them with a towel and dry sand waiting for folk to fall in. Helping Jack Polkinghorne with the ...see more