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Tarporley, The Swan c1965
Tarporley, The Swan c1965 Ref: T218079
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 Tarporley, the Old Manor House c1955 (ref: t218012) |
Year: 1860s
My G,G, Grandfather was born in this Manor House
My G,G,Grandfather was born in this house on the 2nd of July 1864, his name was Joseph Burgess and his parents' names were Joseph and Lydia Burgess nee Brooke. Joseph Burgess emigrated to Australia at the age of 22 years, he came across on the French ship called the Gilcruix on the 13th of Oct 1886. His passage cost 14 pounds and he was in steerage. He married Rebekah Hawker from Altona, Victoria, Australia. They had four daughters and lived in Brighton, Melbourne, Victoria. Last edited: 11/03/2008 14:51 by Joanne Scott |
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Year: 1957
Good old days
Friends from Barbridge and Bunbury were good in those days. Used to go dancing in the area, I think the buildings are still up. Ken Kirkham who has since died. David Davies after a while went in the army and has now moved away, but can't mention any more for now. But they were great times. By Barbara Jones Last edited: 24/04/2008 08:57 by First Name Last Name |
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Country view.
I used to cycle from Barbridge to Bunbury quite a lot in the 1950s when we needed to see Dr Arthur, but the view of the countryside was beautiful. By Barbara Jones Last edited: 18/04/2008 09:30 by First Name Last Name |
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Year: 1954
My name back in 1954 was Doreen Lipman
I don't know what made me google Delamerites but was amazed to find this website. It seems I'm the only one with bitter memories. I hated every single minute of every single day and night and was one of those naughty children who kept running away. We once made it to a gypsy caravan in a nearby field and even more daring, we once made it to the local train station. The handyman was sent to collect us each time and we were sent to bed without any supper. Miss Landau told us we were being punished not for running away but because we called it 'escaping'. She had a 'sausage' dog called Rupert who I adored. Our parents were allowed to visit us once a month and visiting time lasted an hour. Any sweets they brought us had to be handed in and were shared out every Saturday after lunch. We had an afternoon nap in the hall every day - we had to get our 'stretchers' out and a blanket and Daphne Oxenford was on the radio telling us a story. I think that was possibly my only nice memories of Delamere, apart from the smell of the Succah during the festival when it was covered in pine trees and fresh fruit hanging from the branches. The girls were made to have their hair cut very short once a month when Mrs Powell would visit, and the boys had their hair cut every fortnight. Some girls were very lucky, they were allowed to keep their hair long, especially if their parents said they were going to be a bridesmaid. Alas, I was never allowed leave to be a bridesmaid. My only leave, apart from the summer, was when I was taken to the Jewish Hospital to have my tonsils out, and when I came back I was put in isolation for a week. One day the nurse, I think she was called Mrs Webster, caught me pouring my tomato soup down the sink because it was stinging my throat after the op and she really shouted at me. I used to have to sing a solo during the Shabbat service and I lived in absolute dread waiting for my turn, my throat would dry up and there were giggles from around the room while I tried my best to deliver and get it over with as fast as I could. We used to have knicker inspection when the girls would have to stand and hold our knickers out before we put them in the dirty wash, to make sure we hadn't had an accident. In the summer we all wore the same itchy boys trunks and nothing else and the girls who were on the big side used to hide in the toilets. I do remember Miss Davies, a very kind teacher, and sometimes when she came to say goodnight to us, she'd be dressed to go out and she looked the most glamorous thing I'd ever seen. Miss Davies once gave me her leftover sardines on toast with a real slice of lemon. I was so excited - I was eating the same food as the teachers. One Christmas we were all allowed in the staff quarters to look at the Christmas decorations that the non-Jewish staff were allowed to put up in their rooms. It was so magical, not even really knowing what Christmas was about. Our clothes were chosen for us, even for the weekend. My mum once bought me a lovely dress with a big velvet collar which had little white tassles on, but the tassles were cut off as 'they were not considered suitable'. I was heartbroken. I hated rice pudding and Miss Dunster used to spoon feed me with it, which sometimes took hours, to make sure I'd eaten it all. I'd sometimes still be in the dining room when everyone returned for their evening meal, which I wasn't allowed to eat until all my rice pudding had gone. We wrote letters home - I think it was possibly once a month and we were told what to write. Our lessons were quite infrequent and when I eventually left nearly aged 11 I was far behind in my classwork. No, I'm afraid I don't have any nice memories of Delamere, the only nice memory I had was when I was given the 10 Delamere Laws which meant I would be leaving. I remember lots of names, too many to mention, but a few during my unhappy time there: Michael Lipman (my cousin) Leon Powsney Jeremy ? Stephen Linton Henry Hyatt Phyllis Chapman Iris Finley Carol Finley Janet Leigh Carol Goldman) My co-escapees Deborah ? ) Doreen Reece Ruth ? Joan Selby Last edited: 28/07/2008 15:09 by Doe Solomon |
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Year: 1966
....those lazy, hazy, days of Delamere
I have so many memories of Delamere but unlike the others who have written on this page my recall of the names are not so good. I tend to see things as pictures (and have a good memory for faces) and have vivid images (tableaux) of events at Delamere. The gardens at the back with the sundial and divided pathways, the individual gardens 6' 3' (one veg and one flower) for each child, the wooden tabernacle decorated for the harvest festival (succoh), the dining room and the cake every child got on his or her birthday (choice of fruit or sponge), the forest, with the soft, pine-needle strewn floor and the wonderful scent of pine; the gazebo or sunhouse which turned on a wheel underneath its floor (I hurt my nose when bending down outside beneath the open window banging it on the frame), being invited to have the evening dinner with the staff as an extra special treat; we were allowed a drop of red wine diluted with orange juice. My mother visiting me and going to the cafe down the lane to eat egg and chips with her off the little chequered-cloth-covered tables. Crying in bed at night when she left. I am not sure sure who was in charge when I was there but Langdon and Landau both sound familiar. I also remember the brownie group, the knot tying the fairy circle. I remember a vist by Lonnie Donegan the singing star, participating in Scottish dancing, and playing Snow White in a play. It was beautiful there but the memories are bitter-sweet as I always wondered what I had done wrong to be "put away". As an adult I now understand I had done nothing wrong but suffered from poor health. I went back to Delamere in the eighties to just stand and see if what I remembered was real and accurate. The building was much smaller than the image I had, but looked basically how I had "saved it" in my mind. The beautiful sunny day added to the warm nostalgia that crept over me as I went round to the back of the house to ask if there was any way of finding out what year I was there. The doors were all open but no one was around, it was as if time had stood still and I was waiting to go inside for dinner or lessons.. I called out but no one answered. Some years later I found a web site of the photographer who took photos of me feeding a lamb with a baby's bottle. He has photos for sale and there were some of other children. Those days have been seared into my memory and have endowed me with a love of gardening, the countryside and an urge to write a children's novel. Good luck and best wishes to all of you other Delamerites (good name Marilyn) Jane Last edited: 23/06/2008 16:39 by Jane Castrignano |
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