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 Mawgan Porth, c1955 (ref: M49029) |
Coastguard Cottages Mawgan Porth A memory of Mawgan Porth, Cornwall The old coastguard cottages at Mawgan Porth were leased by Mrs Kate Knight and her youngest daughter Winifred in about 1920 from Col Williams of Carnanton at St Mawgan. They ran a tearoom and let two of the cottages whilst living in the third one. When Win married Norman Carthew in 1938 they also lived in the cottages. As children we had a wonderful life with the whole beach as our playground. We climbed cliffs, dammed the river and made rafts to ride on the river. As children the war did not affect us as it did children further up the country, we were very fortunate. Mrs Knight died in 1969. Win died in 1992 in Australia where three of her children now live. Kate Knight's husband was the last coastguard at Mawgan Porth Last edited: 27/05/2008 09:45 by Anne Martin |
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Year: 1940s
Memories of a wartime evacuee A memory of St Columb Minor, Cornwall I arrived in St.Columb Minor a lonely five year old after travelling all day by train from Wood Green which is in north london. I was lucky to be placed with a lovely lady named Mrs Burden whos husband was away in the army. There were two daughters Von and Barbara . Our neighbours were Mrs Webber husband and son Dennis to the other side was the local provision store Tribilcocks across the road were the Bennett family. At the top of the street was the Bakery by the name of Strongmans whose wares I can still remember with much relish. The public house at the bottom of the street was taken over by off duty american airmen who were very generous with sweets and chewing gum.I had many happy memories of St Columb Minor and would love to find any photographs of that era I now live in Bodmin having retired there 2003 I have returned to veiw the area I`m afraid it has changed and not how I remembered it Posted: 20/01/2008 15:06 by Brian Wells |
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Year: 1987
Silver Wedding A memory of Porth, Cornwall Bob and I have spent many a holiday in Cornwall, but nothing match the way we felt when we discovered the magic of Porth. It happened just under the bridge, which I now call our rock. We have spent many hour waiting for the waters to meet from the arrival of the surf up the beach and through the cove from Dollar Rock In fact this is were I Yvonne fell in love with Bob. We have just on New Years Eve 2007 celebrated our Silver Wedding there just sitting on our rock with champane and new wedding rings plunged in the water at the time the two tides meet a very speical moment most memorable. a very magical place. Posted: 27/01/2008 21:57 by Yvonne Addington |
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Year: 1930s
Birth A memory of St Merryn, Cornwall I was born on 8 October 1939 in a house called Trewalder, at Treyarnon Bay. The house belonged to Nan and Sam Odhams and they persuaded my mother to leave London - everyone was rushing anywhere and every place once war was declared on 3 September. My father was in the TA and had already been called up. So I announced my intentions on the eve of the 7th. The others were all out at the time - but by the time they returned the midwife had arrived. I'm told that every time my mother groaned they all had another gin and shouted "cheers". Sir Peter Horlick boiled the water and the midwife was most impressed "I've never had a lord to boil me water" she said - or so I'm told. My mother stayed for about a month and then took me to my grandmother in Saltdean, Sussex ... by the sea again. Is that why I love water and particularly the crashing of waves? I was to have been called Simon if a boy and Marion if a girl ... instead my mother chose Merrin, in remembrance of the parish where I'd been born. Posted: 27/10/2007 05:42 by First Name Last Name |
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Year: 1955
my years in st merryn at towan farm house A memory of St Merryn, Cornwall My father was in the Fleet Air Arm during the war and in about 1949 he was stationed at the camp in St Merryn, my parents lived at Towan Farm House where I was brought back to from the hospital after I was born at Redruth hospital. My maiden name was Wells. The couple that owned the farm was called Mr and Mrs Old, they did not have any children of their own. I was calling them auntie and uncle as we had become very close, so much so that when my dad left the Navy and got a job on British Rail at Padstow and then a council house up at Trevithick, I stayed most of my time at the farm with auntie and uncle visiting their friends and relatives with them and going to market with them in the school holidays. I went St Merryn School and three years later my brother joined me but I will never forget his first day, because he thought he was going home for dinner and was waiting at the school gates for his mummy to arrive, when Charlie Harvey came out and picked David up to carry him inside screaming and kicking to have his dinner and then old Charlie Harvey brought me down off the top table to sit with him. Those days were the happiest of my life. At Christmas and in the summer we would come up to Greenford, Middlesex to visit our grandparents then we would be taken up to London so I thought I had the best of both worlds, but I always loved it when we got on the train at Waterloo and I knew I was going home to Cornwall. But all that changed when the station was closed at Padstow and my parents decided to move up to Hayes, Middlesex. We moved in March 1960 but the day after we broke up from school mum and dad would put me on the train for Padstow while it was still open and I would stay for the whole six weeks not leaving till the day before I was due back to school. I still met up with my friend Pamela Bennett. In 1962 auntie and uncle sold the farm and had a bungalow built on some land that belonged to them. They called it Higher Towan, Towan. Auntie Lilly died in 1963, uncle Ernest remarried but he died in 1968 and the bungalow is now the doctors. I will always regard Cornwall and St Merryn as my home. I have been back a few times, in fact when my children where small we used to spend our holidays down there and I know it sounds silly but every time I come away I cry. The last time I was down there was in 1990 when I took my second husband down and we visited Edward Prynn who was our neighbour at Trevithick. I would love to know what happened to Pamela Bennett we lost touch years ago. Last edited: 28/03/2007 15:52 by Linda Neary |
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