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Ruan Minor, the Village c1960
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Ruan Minor, the Village c1960 Ref: R65008
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Year: 1944
An Evacuee's Memory
My sixth and last billet as an evacuee during World War II, was at Bodrigy, Cadgwith. Bodrigy was being run almost like a boarding school with about 20 children there, and a matron to oversee us. We all went to school in Ruan Minor, and we would walk across the fields to school. I loved living in that area and did not want to return to London when the war was over. I remember we didn't get any coupons for sweets, but we would buy sweet malt bread from the baker and think we were in heaven. I remember the movies in the village hall, probably about once a month. If they were suitable we were allowed to attend. Before school the older children, and I was then 12, went to a farm to bring home the milk and eggs in a small cart. We would attend church in Ruan Minor. My name then was Sheila Gray. Are there other evacuees out there who remember that beautiful part of Cornwall? I now live in the United States, but when I visit England I always try to visit Cadgwith and Ruan Minor. Posted: 06/09/2006 00:41 by Anne Vaughan |
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Year: 1979
Many Friends
We moved to Cadgwith in 1979, the best move of our lives, everyone was so friendly. Our two boys grew up there and had the time of their lives fishing and playing on the beach. We were sad to leave in 1987 but will never forget Cadgwith. Steve and Shiela Thornton. Last edited: 03/07/2008 11:51 by Steve Thornton |
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 The Lizard, view from Green c1955 (ref: L62041) |
Year: 1965
Great uncle charles shop
The shop on the right was run by my great-uncle Charles Johns, and the sweetshop next door by the Steps brothers, with Triggs shop on the left. Posted: 23/05/2008 22:38 by First Name Last Name |
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 St Keverne, the Square c1955 (ref: S25027) |
Year: 1962
15 YEARS AT BARCLAY HOUSE
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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St Keverne, the Square c1955 (ref: S25027) |
Year: 1981
I Lived Here...
The large house to the right of the picture is called Barclay House, it's also St Keverne garage. We moved there in late 1979 and lived there for 3 years, having to leave it behind and move back to the north west due to family problems. We bought the house from Pat Johnson who had lived there with her husband. Looking back now, it's heart breaking that we had to leave behind this idyllic, beautiful part of the country. I try to go back to visit at least once in every 5 years as a part of my heart will always belong in St Keverne Square. Nowadays the square has parking lines painted all over it, but the building itself hasn't altered one bit, infact when I look around the pictures on this site I can recognise most of the scenes, so little has changed. Last edited: 29/05/2007 09:06 by Marvin Hall |
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