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Herefordshire memories

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

School Days.

I was born in Hereford in 1944 and moved with my parents, George and Gertrude, to Whitecross Farm Cottages at 9 months - dad worked on the farm. At 4 years we moved to a new council house, 4,Green Gates where I lived until 15 when I joined the RAF. My parents lived there until dad died in 1978 when mum moved to 17 The Claytons, she lived there for 10 years and spent the last 6 years of her life at Lawfords House in Ross, passing away in 2000. I now live in Suffolk but often think of those happy days at Bridstow school with Miss Powell and Mrs Brown, and the not quite so happy days at what was then Ross Secondary Modern. I haven't been back lately as I want to remember the old parish as it was.

Great Days

The Log Cabin c1965
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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.

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

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

On The Farm in St. Weonards.+

During the years 1964 - 68 my ex husband and I lived in a cottage on Trelasdee Farm in St. Weonards. He was a stockman/tractor driver for the farmer. The farm had 4 houses for the employees, we lived in one of the semi-detached cottages, older than the other two houses. Comfortable all the same, heated by a Rayburn in the kitchen area and a fireplace in the front room. St. Weonards was very small, had a lovely 12th-century church where I attended the Christmas Eve services, and a handy shop run by a family called Clark. They also came round a couple of times a week with a van, with milk, bread etc., and you could order for the next time. I remember buying a couple of empty sweet jars from the shop, and using them for pickled onions! I do remember the summer fetes in the garden of the big house, and voting for the first time in an election. The local school was... Read more

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