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St Dennis, Church Road c1960
St Dennis, Church Road c1960 Ref: S735015
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 St Dennis, Hendra Road c1960 (ref: S735028) |
Year: 1946
Happy Days
Wonderful memories of a very happy childhood. I am St. Dennis born and bred, and for me there's no place like it. My father Stanley Grigg and his partner had a cycle shop and repair business and I remember well the American G.I's bringing my mother tins of fruit and meat during wartime. I would get the odd packet of chewing gum too. The summers seemed much longer then and I can remember how I would wait for my father to come home from the quarry, we would take a jug and walk hand in hand down Prazy Hill to fetch cool sparkling water from the spring. I first went to the infant school where Miss Curtis was in charge, and then onto the top school with Mr. Pellymounter and Miss. Kent. Miss. Williams my sewing teacher always shouted at me. I could'nt sew to save my life, still can't. She always called my stitches cat's teeth. I think she was maybe the reason why I hate it so much today. Mr. Jacobs was the P.E. teacher. A really nice man. I used to love Sports Day and running. My friend Edna and I were rivals for the Victix Ludoram Trophy. Another happy memory was the class winning a Bird and Tree competition, I know I wrote essays of the beech tree and the kingfisher. I have a photograph of the class with the shield. Only three girls took part, myself, my cousin Maureen and my friend Edna. My two sisters also went to St. Dennis schools. Brenda and Pauline are both younger than me. Unfortunately we have all moved away now, but for me it will always be home. Last edited: 21/05/2008 09:17 by Marion Swiggs |
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 St Dennis, Robartes Road c1960 (ref: S735024) |
Year: 1960
My life as boy and man in St.Dennis
I moved into the first house on the right in the photo with the bay window in February of 1960 with my parents and 3 brothers. We were only the second tenants of that house. I stayed there with my parents until I got married in 1974. My father still lives there 47 years after we moved in. I have very fond memories of that house and surrounding neighbours. Mr Cory our next door neighbour at the time used to breed pigeons and a great aunt of mine gave me a couple of Bantams and I used to breed them and father would have his chickens. As children we would spend hours playing football in the road and down the bottom of the road on the village green. I was born in St. Dennis in 1953 and I still live there even though I have moved around the village a bit. When we first got married Jackie and I lived next door to the Blacksmiths Shop were we stayed for 9 years. When I was a boy every Saturday morning we would go and watch Percy Varcoe shoeing horses. I can still smell the burning as he put the shoes on to this day. We then built a bungalow in Parc-en-Bre Drive. After that we built a house at Hendra Prazey which we called TIZNICERE because it was nice there. We then built a bungalow in Kent Close then moved up to Church Road for a few years. We are currently building in Claude Grose's old builders yard. I have lived all my life in the village went to school there when Miss ALcock was headmistress and then moved up to the top school where Mr. Lewis was Headmaster. Mr. Jacobs was p.e teacher what he didn't know about sport wasn't worth knowing. I am a St. Dennis boy through and through, proud of it and wouldn't live anywhere. MALCOLM BURNETT Last edited: 17/05/2007 09:59 by Malcolm Burnett |
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Year: 1944
Music and memories
Is there anyone else who sang in Mrs Solomon's choir and went to Mr Pellymounter's school in St Dennis. I remember all the grownup ladies wearing their wedding dresses as we had to wear white. I was about four when I started to sing in the choir. My mother found some white silk and made me a dress that had enormous seams and hem, so that I was able to wear it for about four years. On one occasion I remember we sang in the main Methodist Hall in Plymouth. I also sang for Children's Hour from the BBC studios in Bristol. I think I was seven at the time. Mr Pellymounter had lots of friends in the theatre, among them Ann Todd and Eric Portman. He used to tell us stories of operas and he made English literature come to life. My father, not a St Dennis man, was a founder member of the St Dennis Male Voice Choir, which used to rehearse around the baby grand piano my parents gave me for my eighth birthday. They found it in a music shop in Truro. We left St Dennis for Devon when I was already at St Austell Grammar School, my mother's old school. Now I live in France and play the organ for the Sunday mass, so music is still important in my life. If Rowena Coon or Meryl Oliver read this I should love to hear from them. Posted: 10/07/2006 18:04 by Judith Ann Jensen Morris |
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Year: 1948
My Childhood A memory of Huntworth, Somerset I was born in 1944 in my grandmother's house named 'Bloemfontein' at Higher Fraddon. She named the house after the capital of the Orange Free State of South Africa where she was born. Her father, my great-grandfather Parkyn, was a miner and made his wealth? and each of his children were able to have a start in life. 'Bloemfontein' was my grandmother's start and my birth in that house was mine. Within a short distance from that house lived my Gran Parkyn in a bungulow called Karee. My grandfather's aunt, Bessie Goodman, lived a short distance away and there were other relatives such as the Cann family and Aunt Helen and Leda White, all lived on the same road, the only road that came off the main A30 and then through this hamlet, if you could call it that? and on for quite a few miles through the hamlet of Retew and on to Treviscoe. Retew was yet one more place I lived for a short time as a child, it no longer exists. I spent many happy days playing in the garden of 'Bloemfontein' and watched my grandfather doing the gardening. My mother Joan Goodman married when I was three and became Joan May, the surname I used for all of my childhood, only the services changed that and I became known by the name on my birth certificate as Peter Goodman. There were short cuts through a lane we called Pit Lane, this lead to Highgate hill at Indian Queens. An even shorter cut branched off from Pit Lane and through some kissing gates and went through the area of the Indian Queens preaching pit and came out onto the main A30 close to the house that was formerly the Indian Queen Inn opposite the Drang. All these areas were my playground as a child and much more as just up the road from 'Bloemfontein' was a lane called Goodmans Lane, no relation! and this lead onto the downs and close to Wheal Remfry clay tip and a place called Stamps where again I once lived and this also no longer exist. My playground was extensive and not the prisons of concrete full of technology that children have today. I played amongst the heather and the gorse and picked Herts and blackberries and bunches of white heather for my gran. We had Sunday School tea treats in Indian Queens pit and paddled in the rivers within the valleys of Retew and Stamps. Families joined together for bonfire nights and also into the strong community things that happened in the villages of Fraddon and Indian Queens close by. The village carnivals, St Johns Ambulance parades and musical festivals, talent contest and pantomimes at the Victory Hall. There were Whist Drives and fetes and oh so much more it is hard to remember them all. I remember well how self sufficient we all were by growing all our own vegetables and my mother growing flowers and bedding plants to sell in the florist at Newquay, with me and my sister picking blackberries to sell also in the fruit shops at Newquay. And sitting in the fields eating pasties when our parents helped the local farmer with the hay making with traction engines operating the thresher for the corn and bale making of straw. There are still relations of mine living in the area though I confess I no longer visit. These are but a few of my memories of Higher Fraddon and time has not erased them even now at 63 years of age. I am still back there playing as a child and enjoying the long hot summers. Last edited: 30/07/2008 13:34 by Peter Crago-Goodman |
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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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