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Carthew, the Post Office c1955
Carthew, the Post Office c1955 Ref: C39004
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Mrs Abbot's Minah Bird
My sister Linda worked in Carthew shop back in the late 60s and early 70s. Her boss was a women called Mrs Abbot. She had a Minah Bird that she kept in the kitchen but it could always be heard from the shop. It was a very good talker and was very prone to swearing. Mark Scott. Last edited: 18/03/2008 14:06 by First Name Last Name |
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Year: 1962
The Bones-Playing Shopkeeper A memory of Stenalees, Cornwall I was born in Stenalees in 1962. When I was a kid the local shopkeeper (before Mr Kemp) used to entertain us kids by playing the bones. In fact he gave me a set when I was 8, which I still have. Mark Scott. Last edited: 18/03/2008 14:07 by First Name Last Name |
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Year: 1946
First Visit A memory of Roche, Cornwall I first discovered Roche while on a motoring holiday with my parents when I was 12 years old. Being young and nimble, I was up those ladders like a monkey, much to the horror of my parents. My latest visit was last week, Monday 11th September 2006, and although I was ready to try the ladders again, my fiance would not allow me, because, unfortunately, I am not a teenager any more. I was not really aware of any changes due to the long period in between my visits, and my memory of it has obviously faded. Last edited: 15/09/2006 21:32 by David Neville |
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Year: 1953
The Tiny Port Of Charlestown A memory of Charlestown, Cornwall I briefly attended Charlestown Infants' school in 1942 as it accepted children a years earlier than Mount Charles Infants (just a mile away) which I lived just a few yards from on Porthpean Road. I was four years old at the time. During those war years the quaysides around the inner dock had corrugated iron buildings that were used in the fitting out of inshore mine-sweeper vessels. These boats were built at nearby Par and had their engines and machinery fitted at Charlestown. These sheds were removed at the end of the war and once more the harbour looked very much as it had when it was built by Charles Rashleigh in the last decade of the 1700s. Inspite of wartime restrictions, we locals were permitted access to the beaches and the one on the eastern side of the harbour entrance was our destination whenever the weather allowed. As we grew older mother would be waiting for us there with a snack when we raced down the hill after school. The beach was very pebbley but with the breakwater to dive off and the wonderful rock pools to play in at low water spring-tides the pain of walking over pebbles was ignored, as only preoccupied, very happy kids can. During the late forties and fifties, there were water-polo matches played in the outer harbour during the summer, and evening tides permitting. The Charlestown team played against teams from Fowey, Mevagissey, Falmouth and others, both home and away. There was also an annual regatta and swimming gala and a memorable event was walking the greasy pole erected out over the harbour wall. The harbour was very busy during those years with the export of china clay from the claypits all around the St Austell area. The dried clay was loaded into small coastal ships (200-300 tons) from where it was transported to the Continent. It was always exciting to watch a ship that had lain anchored in the bay awaiting high tide, come into the harbour under the guidance of the port pilot Tommy Coates. The entrance was so narrow, and entailed a 90 degree turn towards the lock gates that retained the water in the inner harbour. Manually operated capstans, mounted at strategic points along the harbour wall, were used to winch the ships into position, so that with the engine "very slow ahead" the ship would creep into the inner basin with only inches to spare on both sides. At that time the two massive wooden gates were also opened and closed manually with capstans but some years later these were replaced by a hydraulically operated gate that was lowered into a horizontal position to allow ships to pass over. Last edited: 12/06/2007 15:15 by Peter Marks |
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 Polgooth, Village c1955 (ref: P242006) |
My Cottage A memory of Polgooth, Cornwall The cottage in the centre of the picture was our first home in Cornwall. 4/4/2001 Last edited: 11/09/2007 15:46 by Louis Mallard |
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