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Sladesbridge maps
Historic maps of Sladesbridge and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Sladesbridge maps
Sladesbridge photos
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Egloshayle| Wadebridge| St Breock| Nanstallon| St Endellion| St Tudy| Bodmin| Lanivet| St Minver| St Issey| Rock| Port Isaac| Port Gaverne| Little Petherick| Port Quin| St Teath| Trebetherick| Padstow| Polzeath| Helmen Tor| Restormel| Quoit
Sladesbridge area books
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Memories of Sladesbridge
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Cornwall memories
Samuel Treglown
Samuel Treglown worked as landlord at the Swan Hotel during the 1950s. He is an ancestor of mine I am currently researching. His photo has appeared in Wadebridge Memories by Peter Tutthill, but with no date. He also was a great sportsman and boxer. Would love info or photos. He has a son called John who has an interest in wrestling and rugby.
Swan Folk Club
I sang many times in the Swan Folk Club and met my first wife there, Clare Hawken. We married and started our married life living in a caravan owned by Mervyn & Jean Vincent in St Issey before moving to Malta as I was in the RAF.
Dancing in Molesworth Street
This view of children in Molesworth Street is fascinating - more than 100 years later our dance group entertained children and holidaymakers at the same spot.
Our "Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers" joined up with the "Saffron Maids", and "Black Bess Border Morris" plus the "Ilfracombe Red Petticoats" to provide street entertainment as part of the Wadebridge Folk Festival. We danced near the Swan Inn and later at the Sir John Betjeman Centre and the Piazza - the sun shone all day long and we were surrounded by happy crowds of onlookers.
Wadebridge is a lovely venue for a folk festival.
Roskear Farm
As a youngster I recall staying at this farm with (I think) my father's relatives.
I used to see my cousin Sandra and we would run through the fields and enjoy the animals. My brother Stuart and I would help Uncle bring in the cows, and I would be sent to feed the sows. Sadly I cannot recall the names of these relatives, but I recall they did have a son. My father's name was Waldron, Reg Waldron. I hope that someone may see this and remember who owned or rented the farm before the Frenches (Dawn French's - the comedienne - family). Or even further on.
St Endellion Church
In this old and wonderful church I was baptised, went to Sunday school and was confirmed, and every time I enter it I am in awe and feel my ancesters all around me. Being born and brought up in Trelights, my mother was a Brown and the Browns were the village carpenters with a workshop in the heart of the village, it's still there but now converted into a cottage but still roughly the same shape.
My great-grandfather, his son (my grandfather) and his boys (my uncles) were all involved with St Endellion church, putting in new pews, but using the old carved pew ends, was one of the bigger jobs they did. One of my uncles carved some of the bosses on the ends of the roof beams. I'm now retired but have been asked to do several repair jobs for the church since leaving full time work, when working in the empty church one feels that God is all around you and watching to make sure you... Read more
St.Endellion
I lived for many years at St. Endellion, and have many memories of the church, I was told that my father, Donald Strout, as a boy used to take water for the church boiler to the boiler house. He was born in the 1920s. As a child I can remember being in the Sunday School plays at Christmas. I also remember the wonderful garden fetes in the rectory garden when we kids all used to wear fancy dress. I have a wonderful painting of the church which my parents gave me for my 40th birthday.
Annual Jaunt to Visit Relations
I returned 2 years ago and found an old recluse who remembered the folks, but the village is still recognisable. Every Good Friday it was a ritual to leave Noss Mayo in Devon early in the morning down to a little hamlet called Scarcewater off the St Stephens in Brannel to Fraddon road. Uncle Jim Carhart would be sat in his rocking chair, and Aunt Emma would have the pasties ready. Then on to St Tudy to see Uncle Jim Carhart who lived in the Post Office with his family. He used to make working models of fairgrounds. His sister, Aunt Emily, lived just up the road in an end cottage with her large family. Then to St Kew Highway to see an old Uncle Marcina, who kept bees. My paternal grandmother was another sister called Alma Carhart and married William Henry Hockaday of Noss Mayo, Devon, had 2 children, Mabel and Ralph. I remember at Scarcewater Aunt Emma and Uncle Jim raised their grandson called Morley, who I last... Read more
