Port Isaac memories
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Out With my Ganny
This hill holds many memories for me, I have walked up and down this hill many times since I was a child. I was born in the village of Port Isaac and as a child I would run, walk and skip up and down Church Hill. I have a picture of my granny holding me in her arms outside the house on the left, and we used to sit on the step for a break before climbing up the very steep hill to the hotel at the top of the hill then called "HOMER PARK HOTEL, and we used to ride the horses that belonged to the hotel.
Visiting in The 90's
I loved Port Isaac from the first time of seeing, which would have been early 1990's. Since then I have been several times when visiting Cornwall - not so easy when living as I do in Australia.
My Dad
My dad was born in Port Isaac in 1934. He went to school in Port Isaac. During my childhood and visits to his home village, he told us many stories of this school days and how they would go off fishing for the day in the small fishing boats, he would then add that no one could actually swim! He met my mum while she was on holiday there one year and next year they will be celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary.
Growing up (Miss Patricia May)
My memory is my first day of school. I hated it - all I wanted to do was go home, I did not want stay there.
My family lived in Port Isaac all my life and generations before us. Myself and my sister were very happy in this quiet little village and my dad was a local village person and so were his parents before him.
My sister and myself were born in Temple Bar next door to the old bakery, I can still smell the bread cooking in the mornings.
Time For The Beach (Miss Patricia May)
This is one of my biggest memories of growing up in Port Isaac: On summer days my mum Joyce May would take me and my sister Elizebath to Port Gavern beach for the day. My mum would make a packed lunch for us to eat on the beach, and a flask of tea for mum to drink and orange juice for my sister and me, and lots of fruit to eat.
Lots of our schoolmates would go to the beach to play on the rocks and just have fun.
My mum would take us home at 4.30pm because she had to cook tea ready for my dad when he came home at 5.45pm.
Memories of Cornwall
A TINY HAMLET LOST IN TIME
The year was 1970. Myself and a friend were typical 15 year old youths of the time, well, typical for our type of neighborhood. We had long hair, pierced ears, denim jeans and jackets and owned but a couple of shillings and a pack of Park Drive cigarettes. We had quit school and decided to hitch-hike from our home town (Leicester) to Trelights, to visit mates who were part of a school class (Bosworth community college, Desford) on holiday and staying on a farm in the village. Well, after many rides we finally reached Boscastle. We were walking aimlessly about when we spotted a cute girl going into a gift store which sold trinkets and such to tourists. We went in and talked with her. We had no money, and were going to sleep on the beach that night, but the girl told us she lived in Trelights, and that we could stay with her and her sister. Naturally we took her up on the offer and stayed with the... Read more
St Endellion Church
In this old and wonderful church I was baptised, went to Sunday school and was confirmed, and every time I enter it I am in awe and feel my ancesters all around me. Being born and brought up in Trelights, my mother was a Brown and the Browns were the village carpenters with a workshop in the heart of the village, it's still there but now converted into a cottage but still roughly the same shape.
My great-grandfather, his son (my grandfather) and his boys (my uncles) were all involved with St Endellion church, putting in new pews, but using the old carved pew ends, was one of the bigger jobs they did. One of my uncles carved some of the bosses on the ends of the roof beams. I'm now retired but have been asked to do several repair jobs for the church since leaving full time work, when working in the empty church one feels that God is all around you and watching to make sure you... Read more
St.Endellion
I lived for many years at St. Endellion, and have many memories of the church, I was told that my father, Donald Strout, as a boy used to take water for the church boiler to the boiler house. He was born in the 1920s. As a child I can remember being in the Sunday School plays at Christmas. I also remember the wonderful garden fetes in the rectory garden when we kids all used to wear fancy dress. I have a wonderful painting of the church which my parents gave me for my 40th birthday.
Port Quin
As a young man with my first car and girlfriend we toured Cornwall and came across Port Quin, wow what a place. No one came here, most of the houses were derelict, the small car park to the left was the only place to park about six cars and it was full. We used to look over the bay to Quay Cottage and dreamt what a lovely place. Years went past, still dreaming. Then in 1990 I found out who owed Qquay Cottage and asked if I could rent it. I was lucky, and to sit outside on a summer's evening watching the sun go down is heaven or to come back at night and sit and look at the stars is so peaceful. Port Quin is heaven on earth.
Trelill
So I am the first person to write their memories of Trelill... not really a wonder because I dont suppose all that many people have heard of the village. It isnt the center of the world is it, but to me it is one of the most beautiful places in England as it is so quiet and peaceful. I have a lot of memories of the place, although I lived in Rutland for a part of my life, Trelill has a special meaning to me. When my parents retired at first they moved to Padstow where they moved into my grandparents house, but after a while they got fed up of town life and searched for a quieter place to live and they found a bungalow in Trelill, so that meant that when we visited them we came to the village (I now live in the middle of Europe). We went on lovely walks around the village, and visiting the surrounding area. After a while when my parents got older... Read more
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