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Hatherleigh| Northlew| Little Torrington| Ashbury
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1944 Sheepwash Memories
I first went to Sheepwash in the summer of 1945 with my parents and girl friend. I was 15 at the time. We stayed at the Half Moon Hotel for two weeks. Because it was towards the end of WWII my father was able to get the petrol to drive. And because this was a working farm the rationing had not affected the food situation - which was wonderful. Lots of Devonshire cream. The owner was a retired army colonel Schofield and his wife. My girl friend and myself were able to get a couple of horses to ride and did some lovely rides. This was a fishing hotel and we would ride along the banks of the River Torridge. Also, the local sheep farmers would drive their sheep into the square at Shepwash for the annual sheep dip. This involved every sheep going through a bright yellow dip followed by a blue dip for their... Read more
Devon memories
SHEBBEAR COLLEGE
Shebbear College is a famous West Country public school which my grandfather attended. It's a great place and I enjoyed visiting the college and the village. Very friendly people in Shebbear and pretty sourrounding countryside.
Family Tree - Hiscott Davie
In researching my family tree I have discovered a number of ancestors born in and around Frithelstock. The family name is Davie with either a middle name or secondary surname of Hiscott. I have tracked back to Philip Davie born in 1825. I would be interested in any information relating to the name Hiscott as I have not yet found when this was first used within the family. Thanks
Daisy Hutchins
My memory of Taddiport is a of lovely lady Daisy, she was always so happy and called all the little ones "My turtle dove". Every morning and evening her son Bobby would come to see that she was ok before he went to work, and before she went to bed. I loved her when I was little.
Daisy's Cottage
I was born in 1934 in my grannie's cottage which lay behind Daisy's in the Court, I used to go in to Daisy's to see and sometimes play with her son Bob who still lives in Torrington, I also remember well Mrs Edie Baker who lived next door to my grannie. Many a time I went swimming in the Torridge and also jumped off the bridge during my holidays as at this time I was living with my parents in Bideford. I don't get that way now as often as I would like, especially as my cousin Ann and her husband still live there (Ann Ayres that is). Many was the time I went to the woods at Frisnom to pick primroses with another friend, Peter Diamond. I would surely like to read of any other memories from this happy time.
Great Torrington
My mother in law Gladys Bidgway was born in New Street, but they all lived at what is now Londis in Mill Street, all 18 of them! Most of the girls went to work in the Glove Factory in Whites Lane. Gladys worked there with her best friend Katie Vodden who went on to live to be 107 and died 2010. They joined the Guides together and on May Day they went up onto the common to wash their faces in the dew from the grass, why I don't know, but they did. Bill Smale had pig farm on the way out of Torrington on road towards S. Molton. Aubrey Bidgway lived in Torrington and his daughter still lives there.
Sid And Nancy Harris
My granparents, Sid and Nancy Harris, nee Podgers, lived and went to school in Broadwoodkelly. They lived in the rectory, Silver Trees, when I and my sister Liz were growing up. We loved visiting and sleeping in this huge and wondrous house, it seemed so magical, especially the grounds. My gran, Nancy, would lay the enormous kitchen table for tea, with homemade sponge cake and cream and butter that we'd watched her make. She'd show us the baby chicks and pigs, and laugh heartily at just about everything. We used to play on the 'Silver Trees Island' at the entrance to the house with some of the local children that went to Winkleigh school with us. I can still smell those trees on that island when I think about it. We used to walk the two Jersey cows down through the village (to a field that was next to the cottage I was born in, next to the old post office) with Granpop, as we called him, Sidney. We were... Read more
