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Gerrans, the Village c1955
Gerrans, the Village c1955 Ref: G183002
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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 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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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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Year: 1962
My time in Portloe 1962 A memory of Portloe, Cornwall I was married in Veryan Church on 4th August 1962 to Michael Henry Symons Blamey and we lived in Rose Cottage in Portloe after our marriage. Our son Andrew Mark was born in 1963 and towards the end of 1963 I moved back to Birmingham which is where I originally came from. I remember the winter of 1962 as a particularly bad one, the local bus had to have chains on its wheels in order to get in and out of Portloe, and I spent most of that winter pregnant and trying desperately to save the many frozen birds by keeping them warm on the Rayburn and trying to feed them without success. We had to get our water from the Ship Inn, the local pub. I also remember very windy nights when the men were called out to winch the boats further up the beach and the smoke blowing down the chimney and coating the walls of the living room with soot. Occasionally I would go out in Papa's boat, Vespers with a mackerel line, I never caught much as my hands were always wet and frozen and this townie couldn't feel when I had a mackerel on one of the many hooks! The film Crooks in Cloister was made there during that summer too, Barbara Windsor, Bernard Bresslaw, Old Man Steptoe and others I can't remember now, poor Barbara Windsor had to trudge up and down the beach in scorching weather in a fur coat and she must have felt even hotter than she looked, while the goat in the film munched his way through endless paper cups without anyone noticing! I also worked part-time in the Lugger Hotel for a few weeks. I used to love sitting on the bench down by the beach and listen to the old men who told me stories of times gone by or smelling the air in the cellar where Papa, Tim, Joey and others used to sit and mend their nets. They used to hang bait up on the harbour wall to get nice and ripe to put in their crab pots and it was very amusing to see visitors reaction to this and the many photos that were taken of what can only be described as a nauseous mess on the wall!! We used to have a communal mangle across the way from our cottages, the biggest mangle I have ever seen covered by an army greatcoat, this had to be removed before you could use it and it was always covered in snails I remember, very offputting. To a townie born and bred, living in Portloe with a loo up the cliff in the back garden and all that went with Portloe was a massive shock to the system, not always one of the pleasantest, but I cherish every memory I had of Portloe and the people there, they were quite unique and I am so very glad I was privileged to be part of their community for a while. I went back to Portloe a couple of years ago and it has changed so much, but it still has the immense charm it always has and always will have. I am very lucky to have those memories of 1962/3. Last edited: 05/09/2008 08:56 by Pam Andrews |
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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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