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Challaborough- Late 1970s
I would be particularly interested in any photos depicting Delphine Cafe or Espresso Cafe on the beachfront whatever the year but particularly 1974-78 as I worked there for many years and have lost all photos.
My Childhood Memories
My relations moved to this area back in the late 1950s and finally settled in Ringmore village. We had long holidays there in their home starting back in the 1960s, but the years I remember the most were the 1970s, down at Challaborough beach with my sisters and cousins. I remember the cafes, the sounds of Glam Rock coming from the juke box, and the smells of food, and the amusements, where I spent a lot of time. Two of my cousins work down there, at the Dolphine cafe, as we always called it, the ghastly gift shop and as a receptionist at the caravan park. So much has changed and not for the better, but I still have my memories.
Lovely Days in Bigbury-OnSea
Since summer 1972 I visited Bigbury a couple of times, sometimes together with friends, sometimes with my son Thomas. The last time we have been there in 1998 for a short visit just to keep up memories. We always used to stay in the Korniloff-Hotel, which was owned by Ken and Sheila and we felt like being home because of the great hospitality. It was there the first time that I could taste English wine from the vineyard of Mr. Harry Potter in Bigbury. This was something very special, because we live in a wine-growing era in South-west Germany. Sometimes we went out for dinner at the "Journey`s End" in Ringmore, or went for shopping to Kingsbridge. Here always my MG or the Spitfire was checked in a garage, it was cheaper than in Germany. My son and I felt pity when we noticed that the Korniloff-Hotel is not any more a hotel. So in1998 we moved disappointed to Dartmouth as a holiday-resort for us.
This Was my Home in 1969 For A Few Years.
I used to live in the first house on the left side of the photo 'Thurlestone Cottages 1890', in 1969 for a number of years. The house was then called 'Thatchways'. The smaller cottages attached to the main house are now missing; I believe they were destroyed many years before. We did however discover the old flagstone floor under the front lawn!!
The Quillett
Just a quick message to say that the cottage on the left that comes down to the road in the photo is ours. It is now called the Quillett, we have restored it back to its former glory, and makes a wonderful home. Thank you for the wonderful photo from your collection.
Regards,
Graham Jinks.
War Years
Born in 1938 in Modbury, I can remember the latter years of World War II.
I remember vividly the nights during the months of the heavy blitz on Plymouth, with the beams from searchlights that were based just outside the town criss-crossing the sky as German bomber formations droned overhead.
The American forces had an army camp in a field across from Modbury School and as a youngster I used to wander through the camp and GIs would give us sweets or chewing gum. The roads were lined with trucks and tanks preparing for the build-up to the Normandy invasion and the villagers used to volunteer for rehearsals by lying in the streets as casualties to be carried off to first aid stations.
In the evenings, some of the GIs would sneak into town and come to our home. My sister Peggy would sometimes play the piano for them and they would bring canvas bags of goodies for me and my sister. At Christmas time the children... Read more
Flete Maternity Home
I was born in Flete House and adopted very soon after. I have a sort of memory of a large wood panelled room filled with cots, there are windows along one side with the sun streaming through. I wonder if that was the nursery at Flete. I would love to know the story of my birth but I am losing hope that I shall ever know more than my mother's name.
