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Kittwhistle, the Post Office c1955
Kittwhistle, the Post Office c1955 Ref: K187001
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 Whitchurch Canonicorum, Church of St Candida from west 1900 (ref: 46065) |
My Dad A memory of Whitchurch Canonicorum, Dorset My Dad The church at Whitchurch is a lovely place to wander and muse. My father died out shooting at Mapperton when I was 11, and what a terrible shock it was. What is nice for me now, 25 years later, is to still be able to walk down through the village past the 5 Bells pub, or over the lovely rolling fields, to the church yard where his grave lies amongst the rustling of the trees, birds chatting to each other, gentle sunshine making patterns on the grass as it peeks through the trees, and a general sense of timelessness and peace that I have found over recent years to be so soothing. What a special place!! Last edited: 22/09/2008 08:59 |
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 Charmouth, Village 1890 (ref: 27381) |
Great Great Grandpa A memory of Charmouth, Dorset I was delighted to find this photograph as the Edward Archer Vince who owned the shop shown and mentionned in the text was my Great Great Grandfather and my Great Grandfather Frederick Harold Vince grew up here..... Posted: 04/10/2007 23:09 by Sarah Sutton |
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 Pymore, the Village 1909 (ref: 61650) |
Triggering Memories. A memory of Pymore, Dorset We were clearing the last furniture from my mother's bungalow a few weeks ago. A heartbreaking task, having lost her in April. Behind the last set of drawers, on the floor, I found an old sepia photograph. It showed a group of children with some adults, outside a building which must have been a chapel or a school. From the clothes they wore, the photo would have been taken in the early 1920s. Later, I searched the internet for clues, looking especially at the areas where my mother grew up - Salway Ash in particular. So I found the Francis Frith site. There were no clues for Salway Ash, but I came to the Pymore site. One photo. Surely it couldn't be! Yet it was - the cottage my grandparents lived in when we were young! The memories flooded back. We lived in the Midlands for some years, although I was born in Walditch. We were so lucky in that we were able to return to Dorset for holidays, staying with relations, many of whom lived in the Bridport area. We often stayed in that cottage with my grandparents. I remember the feather bed in the attic, the views across the fields. A litle stream ran by the cottage, and there was always the sound of trickling water.I remember too the outhouse across the little yard, how cold it was at night, and to this day the smell of Palmolive soap reminds me of that outhouse. One of my mother's brothers, his wife and three children lived just down the lane a little, so we were well supplied with playmates. We played in the old factory, and I remember the big mill water wheel, and the swans that nested in the reeds of the mill pool. Yellow irises too. How lucky we were, wandering free as little birds, coming in to be fed, and finally collapsing into bed when the light was going, safe and so aware of the love that surrounded us. We spent other holidays with another aunt and uncle and more cousins, in Burton Bradstock. Joined by yet more family, there were some very big family gatherings on the beach at Burton Bradstock and West Bay - so many happy memories. Thankfully, we moved back home to Dorset in 1958. Eventually Nan and Grandad had to leave the little cottage behind, but their hearts were always there. I have not been back - except so often in my mind. Now I look at the picture my mother painted of the cottage, and the albumn photo from Francis Frith, and I know out time there will never be forgotten Posted: 06/10/2007 21:00 by Veronica White |
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Year: 1942
Evacuee A memory of Corscombe, Dorset I have happy memories of Corscombe. Having been evacuated from Southampton at the age of eight years. I do remember attending the small school a short distance from where I lived in a small house that had been converted into two living quarters I have not been back to Corscombe since those wartime days. Posted: 10/12/2008 16:51 by William Smith |
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Year: 1951
Visitation Convent, Bridport A memory of Bridport, Dorset I was saddened to read the blogs of boys that had such an unhappy experience of days as a boarder. I was there from 1951 until 1957 and whilst I also remember the less than idyllic food and discipline, I tend to believe that was a reflection of the societal norms of the immediate post-war period. Are we in danger of making judgements based on our expectations of 50 years on? My 'mentor'was Sister Anne who, like other bloggers, I revisited in the late 1980s on the way back from a holiday in France when the place was an old people's home (I probably should call it a Mature Citizens Haven to match the political correctness of these days). My recollection was that she was kind to me yet kept me on the 'straight and narrow' which I believe shaped my whole subsequent life in making me confident and self reliant. This doesn't seem to be too bad a value system to have instilled in us. Some of you from those early 1950s may remember that my dad made a slide for the school which, in addition to bringing a little happiness to other boarders, may, with the benefit of hindsight, have earned me a few Brownie points with the nuns - something few of us are blessed with at the age of six or seven. Life is in reality a series of perceptions rather than absolutes and certainly my overall recollection was that, given we were all sent from our home by our parents and not the nuns, the experience was fitting to the circumstances we lived in at the time. I was expelled from the Convent a term before I was due to leave anyway because I went on a night-time adventure of absconding from the school with two other boys - anyone remember who? - which the nuns obviously considered was a slight on them. I then went on to another boarding school at Reading until I left school. May I wish you all a content future and hope those of you that were obviously so unhappy did not find your subsequent life was too blighted and that you found love and affection elsewhere. Frank (Frankie) Sharp, Number 55 Last edited: 22/12/2008 16:14 by Frank Sharp |
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