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Veryan, Village from the Church c1955
Veryan, Village from the Church c1955 Ref: V3021
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 Veryan, the Round Houses c1955 (ref: V3046) |
Year: 1890s
My Fathers Birthplace. New Added 5 days ago
My father Cornelius Henry Johns (Naily to everyone who knew him) was born in the little Round House on the left of the photo. He was the youngest of a large family, and there were 11 people living there in 1899. They then moved to Caragloose Farm, where his father and older brothers worked for Colliver Blamey. Colliver lived at Pennare Wallace. As soon as he was old enough my father started work on the farms with his father and two older brothers, Arch and Tom Johns. Jim, the eldest of the boys, by this time had married and was living at Camels. At the outbreak of the Great War, Arch, Tom, Naily and cousin Jack Johns all signed on for the duration of the war. Luckily all four came home, the three brothers back to work on the farms and Jack went back to his work. Lots of others were not so lucky. The women and old men kept the farms going during the war with two old horses that had seen better days!! My grandad died in 1918, just as the boys came back from the war. Father worked on at the farms until Colliver Blamey died and then took on the tennancy of Caragloose Farm, Pennare Being let out separately. Dad married Kathleen Elizabeth Couch, and lived on the farm where my three sisters Beryl, Ethel, Sylvia and my brother Henry were born. Ten years later I was born there also, living there until I got married in 1960 to a young lady from Kent, we met when she came to our farm camping with a group of disabled children. We moved into Pennare Wallace where our first son was born in 1961, and we lived there until my dad died in 1963. So a lot of good memories to look back on, some regrets far outweighed by the good. Don Johns. Last edited: 01/12/2008 10:57 by Donald Johns |
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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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Year: 1910s
Heritage 1910 to 1920 A memory of Portholland, Cornwall My Dad grew up in Portholland, one of seven children. There were five boys and the stories he could tell. The boys would go out at night and splash water on windows and the next day listen to the residents talk about the storm during the night. They also went out in the morning and made the ladies come to the front door by shouting "fish for sale". The funniest was the boys putting sheets over themselves at night and gliding around as ghosts. That must have been something back in those days. My grandmother caught them one day because of mud on the sheets and told them not to do that any more because if the squire found out he would kick them out of the house. Maybe that was just a threat from their mother. I would like to think that the squire would think it just as funny as I think it is. I know which house they lived in and I always visit Portholland whenever I go back to England. Posted: 09/02/2008 18:28 by Sinclair Hugh |
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 Tregony, Town Clock c1955 (ref: T208308) |
Tregony clock tower A memory of Tregony, Cornwall The clock tower has two dates on it - one from the original building, and one from when it was restored. Apparently the village council sold the clock to a visiting Australian who wanted to take it back to his country. The villagers were outraged, dismantled the clock overnight, and hid it in a local field for twenty years until they were sure it was safe. Ealing comedy via Cornwall! I lived in the house in the photo, so the clock is very dear to my heart. Posted: 11/03/2007 22:35 by Amanda Pickering |
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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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