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Frampton On Severn| Newnham| Haresfield| Stonehouse| Frocester| Flaxley| Blakeney| Coaley| Littledean| Soudley| Harescombe| Cam| Lower Cam| Cinderford| Sharpness| Selsley| Longhope| Woodchester| Mitcheldean| Gloucester| Nailsworth
Saul area books
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I Break my Arm
Soon after the end of WW2, we stayed in Frampton on Severn, at the home of my Uncle Percy and his wife Mary.
My Uncle Percy worked on an Estate, possibly Frampton Court.
With some of the local lads we liked to visit, what they called "the Hock" where we walked along the edge of the River Severn when the river level was low.
During that holiday I fell and broke my arm (probably while trespassing in the grounds of Frampton Court) and had to be taken to hospital in Gloucester.
Ken Cook
Middle Street.
Myself and 2 brothers and 2 sisters lived in Middle Street for over 10 years. I think we moved away in 1969. I have wonderful memories. Hot summers, cold winters. Our house back then was Bourne Cottage. We had neighbours called Mr amd Mrs Cole, they were ancient but lovely. They had a dog that was old too and smelt so bad. Another person I can remember was an old man, partly sighted. His name was Mr Miles, our parents taught us to look out for him. We always said "Hello". There was also a family who lived up the road from us. I remember the daughter, her name was Margaret Coole. Some days the smell of cow dung in the village was overpowering, but somehow reassuring too. On some quiet nights we could here a distant train. It was the most beautiful place to live as a youngster. I'm sure looking back myself and my siblings were a sorry sight, but I'm sure our laughter still echoes around... Read more
Unlawater Hotel
This hotel was owned by my mother Patricia Woods till around 1959. Newnham was a busy place then. H G Zeal had a themometer factory in the High Street.
Above the hotel was a dairy farm run by A.Jones (Dean Forest farm).
As a matter of interest, the name Unlawater translates to River of Sorrows and was from a time back in history when Lady Padget lived there and a member of the family drowned in the river.
Best wishes,
Rai Woods. (Captain)
My First Home
My parents owned Unlawater House from 1963 until the 1970s. It was their first house when they were in their twenties and they ran it as a private children's home. I spent the first eight years of my life there and have great memories of lunches in the garden.
They re-roofed it within the first five years of purchase. The council bought some of the land along the road to widen the road as it kept flooding as a result of the Severn tidal wave; they did eventually rebuild the pretty red brick wall which runs along the perimeter.
There were some beautiful trees in the garden (many of which have since been taken down), and a superb monkey tree which we used to decorate with coloured lights at Christmas.
School Days
I never knew the Prankherds owned it as they were the head and headmaster at St Hilliards in Mickleton, dark secrets.
This Picture is Very Nostalgic For Me,
Walburga Ehrengarde Helena, Lady Paget, 1839 - 1929 Born in Germany was a diarist and the last of Queen Victoria's intimate friends.
Lady Paget died of burns after falling asleep by the fire at her home Unlawater House, Newnham on Severn, England, at the age of 90.
Nodding over her newspaper in the Small Library of Unlawater House, Lady Paget lapsed gently into sleep. The newspaper slipped from her fingers, lodged against the blazing coal grate. She woke with a start to find both the newspaper and her skirts aflame. Being frail and unable to rise alone, she rang for her butler.
Swift to respond as usual, the butler arrived in time to tear the skirts off Walburga Lady Paget before her upper clothing caught fire. When he finished stamping out the flames he found that she had swooned. She was removed to Wooton Hospital. There, a few hours later, she died.
But believe me she still lives on at this... Read more
Peter Prankerd's First Born
I am Peter Prankerd's first born child, Catherine Anne Bulteel (nee Prankerd). I now live in South Africa. My brother (my father's second born) resides in the UK. I have vague memories of this house but vivid memories of sailing the River Severn in a barge with my father, Peter, and his second wife, Patricia. Elizabeth, Simon and Timothy had all been born when we were living with my father. My brother and I were dropped off unceremoniously late one night with my mother, Susan Barbara Lawton. I have not seen nor heard from my father since I was 8 years old.
