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Memories of St Mabyn
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Cornwall memories
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
Days Out
I lived at Claylands, only about two minutes' walk away from Penpont. On nice sunny days in the summer myself, brothers, sisters and our next door neighbour Michael Rowe (who unfortunately died in a fishing accident in his twenties) would go from Wenford down the railway line to Keybridge where there were only four houses. My grandad lived in one, a farmer, Mr Masters, in another, and the Yeo family in another. There was a pretty little cottage just over the bridge but I can't remember who lived there, but I think it was one of the prettiest in the area. We would then walk up the hill to Penpont, there were only about seven houses there. We would sit on a seat just outside Mr Marshall's farmyard and he would come out and tell us all about when he was young. It was different than today, it was so safe to go wandering anywhere, we felt so free as children. My grandchildren can't run around as freely, it is... Read more
Trelill
So I am the first person to write their memories of Trelill... not really a wonder because I dont suppose all that many people have heard of the village. It isnt the center of the world is it, but to me it is one of the most beautiful places in England as it is so quiet and peaceful. I have a lot of memories of the place, although I lived in Rutland for a part of my life, Trelill has a special meaning to me. When my parents retired at first they moved to Padstow where they moved into my grandparents house, but after a while they got fed up of town life and searched for a quieter place to live and they found a bungalow in Trelill, so that meant that when we visited them we came to the village (I now live in the middle of Europe). We went on lovely walks around the village, and visiting the surrounding area. After a while when my parents got older... Read more
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.
Evacuation
On July 12th 1944, the day after my 8th birthday, my sister Maureen and I were evacuated from London to St Breward to live with Arthur and Ethel Hawken of Lower Lank. They were wonderful to us and cared for us with love and affection. We stayed for one year, returning to London and our family in 1945 when the war was over.
We went to St Breward School, which was quite a long walk for us, but in the springtime it was beautiful to see the primroses and daffodils blooming as we went on our way. We made many nice friends there, Bernard Skinner and Clifford Crowle being two I remember, and we enjoyed the nature walks we went on. In the holidays we helped 'Uncle Arthur' in his grocery shop and enjoyed helping 'Aunty Ethel' with her cooking. She was an amazing cook and we so enjoyed the Cornish pasties she made. The first time we ever saw the sea was when they took us to Perranporth... Read more
