Punnetts Town

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school memories at st.Josephs

I went to school at st.Josephs Salesian school a mile outside Burwash from 1939-1946
I recall there were about 10 pubs in the village and I stayed one summer with the Davies family who lived just before the church in a smugglers house where we went to bed through a hole in the wall .I remember the Hollamby's,Miles'and the Woodalls who were day boys.we all had some exciting and sometimes harrowing times during the war.I have been writing my autobiography with pictures for my family and recall a great deal of the eight years spent at the school.I was a Londoner I went there when I was 5 and my job was feeding the chickens helping hand milk the cows ...read more here
A memory of Burwash contributed by philip bovill

The Lodge Foxhunt

School days over, I came home to my mother who had married again to Walter Day who lived at the Lodge Foxhunt. I made friends with Joan and Betty Bennett. I sang in the Choir of All Saints Church in the village. Another friend was Ian Smith whose parents operated the Star Inn. I stayed in Waldron for 4 years then Joined the RAF. I have many fond memories of those days. Both my mother and step father are buried in the church yard of All Saints. And I did some gardening in the Rectors garden.
A memory of Waldron contributed by James Clifton

Alice Eastwood nee Colthup

My great aunt Alice was a teacher at Five Ashes village school in the early years of the 20th century. She was born in New Brompton, Kent on 29.8.1879 and died 23.12.1966 and is buried in the village. She married Fred Eastwood on 4.8.1903.
Sam Hocking was the headmaster; he came from Camborne in Cornwall. If anyone still living in the village remembers Alice, or who knows of her grave, I would love to hear from them.
A memory of Five Ashes contributed by Michael Canton

Blackboys Post Office

This was the year that I and my family moved into the Post Office where we lived for the next 9 years. During this time I saw lots of changes to the buildings accross the Framfield Road. My father changed the inside of the Post Office. The old wooden counters were removed and replaced with open shelving and self service shopping.
There was a sorting room inside the Post Office which was busy each morning as the post and parcels were sorted into different rounds for Nora who delivered everything on her red bike, except at Christmastime because of the amount of parcels and post. This was deliverd by car with lots of help.
The Post Office is no longer there ...read more here
A memory of Blackboys contributed by John Hawes