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Tarporley, High Street c1965
Tarporley, High Street c1965 Ref: T218090
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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 A memory of Bunbury, Cheshire 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. A memory of Bunbury, Cheshire 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: 1957
Reach For The Sunshine One And All. A memory of Delamere, Cheshire My name, way back in 1957, was Iris Finley. My overriding memory of Delamere was the feeling of being in a very old fashioned environment. I always felt that the way we were taught and the strict regime was from an era much before I was born. That is not to say that I didn't like the atmosphere, I just found it very strange and the numerous rules very strict and nothing like home. I can remember the Delamere anthem that we sang every week, well at least the tune, the words were something like "There's a school in the forest we hold most dear, And everyone knows its Delemare ... Another verse was "There are lessons to learn and you learn them at school, By playing the game and not the fool". And the whole thing ended with "So reach for the Sunshine one and all. It was quite a rousing sound and I remember really enjoying singing it together with lots of different hymns such as "When a knight won his spurs in the battles of old" and "The fishermen" which was all about catching the fish and bringing them to shore whilst we slept. I have never heard these songs anywhere else. I remember the words were printed on large sheets of paper and put on an easel in front of us children who would be standing in the main hall in a semi-circle. Miss Landeau would be standing in the front with the other teachers gathered round the room. Rupert, Miss Landeau's dachshund would not be too far away in his basket, as I remember, a very well behaved dog with a very shiny sleek coat. Can't honestly remember what happened to him. I am terrible with names but I do remember Phyllis Chapman, Doreen Lipman, Michael Lipman, Godfrey?, whom I once sent a note to from the girls' dormitory to the boys' dormitory but had no room on the piece of paper to put his full name so just put G-d. The note was found and I was told off, not for sending a note but for abbreviating the name! When I look back at those years, I have very fond memories of Delamere. I did feel as if I was living in a bygone age, and I quite liked the idea. The teachers, Miss Davis, Miss Evans (or something like that), I know those two teachers were good friends. Nurse Dixon whom I disliked intensely and was a very cruel person, saying some things to us young children that would not be tolerated in today's politically correct climate. I also remember Miss Dunster the Head Cook, and I can recall an incident when she made a pudding called "Apple Snow". I remember this very clearly as she was evidently very proud of having made this dessert, which had probably taken a lot of time and hard work, and no-one, not even the staff enjoyed it. She was very upset and ran out of the room. We were never served Apple Snow again. We did have some unusual things which I have never tasted since. The fruit juice that was in a metal jug on each table for lunch and dinners was unusual, have no idea what it was, it wasn't like any fruit I had every tasted. Marmite was served on toast with stew as I remember, a perculiar combination! I also remember Miss Lichenstein, a very kindly woman. She was very short, I don't think 5ft, and very round. I can't remember what subjects she taught, although having said that - I don't think education was very high on Delamere's list of priorities. I met Miss Lichenstein many years later in about 1997 and she was living in a flat in south Manchester. And, yes, her flat was like stepping back in time with covered armchairs and little tapestry foot stools. She was really pleased to see me and to be introduced to my 2 daughters. I know somewhere around that time she got married to a cousin of her's but can't remember her married name. I have lots more memories and would love to hear from anyone out there if they remember me, and what their experiences were. I know for sure that there was and never will be anywhere quite like Delamere! Last edited: 27/10/2008 15:34 by Iris David |
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Year: 1954
My Name Back In 1954 Was Doreen Lipman A memory of Delamere, Cheshire 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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