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Great/G Grandmother Mary Maddern
My G/G Granmother's parents were married in the St Buryan Church on 31st Oct 1814, they were Richard Maddern & Mary Bennetts. I visited the area in 1997 and found it beautiful. I live in Rutherglen Aust. The old Madderns came to Australia with their children and are buried in Ballarat Cemetery. 2 of their sons were sadly killed in a mining accident in Ballarat. My G/G Grandmother Mary Maddern married Martin Edwards Trezise in St Just and migrated to Australia. Mary Maddern was also born in St Buryan. From Gillian Pitcher, Australia
Cornwall memories
I Wish I Had One!
This town is where my ancestors started to spread far and wide, beginning in 18th century or thereabouts. Some distant cousins still live there, I'm sure.
Summer And Sadness
It was the summer of 1981 and we had rented a cottage in Mousehole for the summer school holidays. My friend's aunt and uncle lived just across the road and it was through them that we were able to rent the cottage. I took my two boys and my friend took her young son. Off we set from Leicester for the long, long journey down to the end of England. When you have young children it seems a lot longer. We took bikes on the roof rack and even the barbeque - goodness knows what other drivers thought of us as we zoomed down the M5. During our stay we had visits from other family members including my sister from Texas and her daughter. My boys used to go out with the local lads on their boat and they rode around the village on their bikes. My friend's uncle belonged to the Legion Club and he took my friend and I there one night. We got dolled up to the... Read more
My Great Grandfather
This is a photo of Henry Kitchen, my mother's grandfather, who was also one of Stanhope Forbes' favourite models. He was painted sitting in the rowing boat in Forbes' painting 'The Lighthouse', which now hangs in Manchester Art Gallery, and I have also read an account of a diary which he kept, when taken to London to be presented to Queen Victoria, on designing a new type of trammell net. According to my mother he was also the fiddler in the village band, and I remember being taken to visit a relative in Newlyn and viewing a beautiful portrait of Henry Kitchen holding his fiddle, engraved upon a mirror. I have no idea who the artist was, but would love to see it again.
In the photo he's standing in front of his home and birthplace, Vine Cottage. How wonderful it is to have such links to the past...does it explain why I have never been seasick?
The Old Quay
This photo is taken from the Old Quay, the medieval original Newlyn pier. My family lived in a shop (general stores) overlooking on The Cliff facing, near the Fisherman`s Rest and the Red Lion pub and bus-stop. Idyllic days were spent as kids pottering around the small harbour - catching small crabs which lived in the granite stonework of the quay using limpet bait and a length of string only, also many of us learnt to swim here from the steps in the foreground when the tide was in. Amongst us were evacuees from London, though for the major part of the Second World War access was denied by a duty policeman in a sentry-box.
The Old Quay, Newlyn
This photograph shows "The Old Quay" which was a medieval construction inside the outer arms of the Newlyn Harbour. Behind the Old Quay is the South Pier and the extreme end of the North Pier shows to the left of the picture (the other side of the harbour mouth). Outside the harbour you can see the "stoneboats" awaiting a full tide to enter the harbour and load stone for roadbuilding from Penlee Quarry just beyond the Pier. In fact an old steam locomotive used to run from the (now closed) Penlee Quarry towing up to 10 trucks loaded with the blue elvan stone to load down from the Pier into the boats. As boys we used to hitch rides on the back of the stone-laden trucks during this journey, jumping off as soon as Janner, the driver shouted at us! A dangerous adventure but no one ever got hurt!
SAILORS MISSION, NEWLYN
As a boy during the Second World War I served as a Sea Cadet at Newlyn where on numerous occasions we made use of the facilities at the Sailors Mission. I loved to listen to the old sailors talking about past memories and often shared in a mug of steaming hot tea.
Every so often my mother would ask me to visit the harbour where I would find the fishermen returning with their catch. Sometimes if they were in a good mood they would throw me a few fish which I would proudly present to Mum.
Happy days remembered with great affection.
