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Falmouth, Cutty Sark 1924
Falmouth, Cutty Sark 1924 Ref: 76614
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Thomas family A memory of Huntworth, Somerset My grandfather and his family all lived in Busvannah. Alfred Charles Thomas was born in 1887 (according the family bible which has been passed down to me as the last survivor carrying the name). He had a number of brothers and sisters: I seem to remember that Henry was gassed in the Great War, and only died in the 1930's. As a child in South Africa, I had to write to his sisters Mabel and Nora. The last letter I received from great aunt Nora was in 1965. My grandfather emigated to South Africa in 1912, where my father and I were born. My grandfather opened a butcher shop in Hillbrow Johannesburg, in which he was considerably successful. He always told me that the Thomas familyy were either farmers or butchers, going back as far as he was ever told. I have no photos of early years, just one of my grandfather after he retired back to Busvannah in the 1950's. My last connection with my family was in 1978 when I inherited a small amount from a cousin, Frances Mary Gluyas, who had moved from Busvannah to Redruth Last edited: 31/12/2007 10:09 by Howard Thomas |
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damn good lodgings A memory of Mylor, Cornwall go to blacksmiths cottage for fine fayre Posted: 01/04/2008 16:58 by Susan Petrozzi |
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 St Mawes, Marine Parade c1960 (ref: S33130) |
Year: 1991
The start of my quest A memory of St Mawes, Cornwall This is Lower Castle Road and the second cottage which is a slightly darker colour belonged to my parents-in-law, Edward and Nancy Honeyman-Brown. They originally lived in Essex but had taken their holidays in Porthscatho for many years taking hours and hours travelling through the night with their two young sons. On one such visit when the boys had grown up they saw this cottage for sale, it needed complete modernisation but they took on the challenge and turned it into the most lovely cottage. Edward lived for 5 years loving every moment here and spent most of his time visiting all the churches trying to put a family tree together for his wife whose ancestors had originally come from Truro, St Clements, Kenwyn and St Agnes. On the morning of his death, Royal Brittania was seen heading up the Fal for a customs check. Nancy then bought Lord Falmouth's "One Design" and enjoyed a further 10 years racing the little boat and winning many cups and prizes, many of the young men and girls in the village sailed and raced the boat for her and my husband and his brother also spent many happy hours sailing around the coastline of St Mawes. Sadly when Nancy died in 1991 the boat was sold as was the cottage but my abiding memory of the little cottage was sitting in the window seat of my bedroom in the early hours of summer mornings, watching the little fishing boats going out of the harbour. I then used to go out with my coffee and sit on the sea wall waiting for the fishermen to come back with their catch and it was a sight to see, the sun sparkling on the water and all the little boats coming home. I then went down to the harbour to buy Red Mullett which Nancy loved and we fried it in a little butter and ate it with fresh salad and new potatoes, very simple but wonderful. When Nancy died, a strange thing happened, the morning after her death I went out to sit on the wall and could not believe that Brittania was again sailing up the Fal just as it had done ten years before. There were seven helmsmen and girls at her funeral and the flag at the sailing club flew at half mast in her memory. Whilst sorting out the cottage we found Edwards work on the family and I decided to carry it on and with the help of the internet and friends I have made worldwide, together with amazing people at the Cornwall Family History Society I have managed to trace the family back to the early 1600s and, whilst doing this for my husband, I found that my ancestors also came from Cornwall, little places called Kilkhampton and Stratton so, we are both from Cornwall and this pretty little cottage started a hobby for me that has brought immense pleasure and many, many friends. Posted: 23/02/2008 21:33 by Andrea Honeyman-Brown |
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Year: 1946
My grandparents Houseboat A memory of Percuil, Cornwall My grandfather (William Bryant) built a houseboat and moored it in Percuil Creek where he, my grandmother and my mother would spend their summers in the 40s. My grandfather and his wife Dorothy were both born in Falmouth in 1902/1903 and my mother Patricia was born in Falmouth in 1932. My grandfather was a shipwright working in Falmouth dockyard and they also lived in Mylor Bridge. They all spent most of their lives in boats in and around Mylor and Falmouth. My sister and I spent our childhood in Mylor Bridge in the 50's and early 60's and regularly visit Falmouth and family members.If anyone has information about my family, I would love to hear from you. Posted: 12/06/2008 22:19 by Elizabeth Seward (bryant) |
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 St Keverne, the Square c1955 (ref: S25027) |
Year: 1962
15 YEARS AT BARCLAY HOUSE A memory of St Keverne, Cornwall I remember coming to live at Barclay House in the September with my sister Rachel and my Mum and Dad. We moved from Sutton Coldfield because Dad no longer wanted to work as a garage mechanic for someone else, and he wanted to own his own garage. Mum was not at all keen as she was leaving her friends behind, but as a dutiful wife, she agreed to the move and we settled into village life, albeit in part of the hub of St. Keverne Square. After Jack Hocking died in 1963, Dad demolished the corner cottage and had a 4,000 gallon tank hoisted into place, then had the corner shop built over it that stands to this day. We all used to take turns serving petrol, checking oil, blowing up tyres, or later on, sweets, to those socialising in the bus shelter opposite. It was an idyllic life, Rachel and I had ponies, friends and loved to participate in the Annual Carnival, Ox Roast and Gymkhana. That we were too far to travel to the nearest pony club did not deter us from spending hours riding on and making our own jumps from natural resources on Crousa Common before Paul Tyler acquired the land. For a time, I was a member of St. Keverne Church Choir, and living in Barclay House enabled me to feel at home in a short space of time after living in The Midlands with a not-so-nice accent until it wore off! Dad integrated into the village life joining St Keverne Male Voice Choir with Hubert Hicks the Musical Director, my Mum joined the Red Cross and in 1976 with Derrick Johnston Musical Director of St. Keverne Band, I gave in to temptation, and learned to play a baritone as well as continue with my piano playing. The village square has fond memories for me as I used to play tennis on it occasionally, and later, find myself doing square bashing for the next band contest. As he became terminally ill, Dad decided to sell Barclay House and the Garage, so we moved up Trelyn Lane into the bungalow he had built by Lory Cordell. We stayed there until he died in 1981. Marvin and his family continued to be of enormous help to us for the short time we lived there. Living in that village with such lovely people will always be a memory I will treasure. Anyone thinking of retiring to St. Keverne will never be disappointed. Julie Little (nee Johnson), Swindon Last edited: 18/02/2008 09:35 by Julie Little |
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