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Kent memories
Trips to Wrotham
I was born in London in 1940. Our flat was demolished by the first flying bomb so my parents moved to West Kingsdown when I was three months old. From an early age I remember being taken quite regularly by my mother along the A20 hitching a ride to Wrotham. When arriving in Wrotham and after walking along the High Street we turned left down a hill and a short distance down on the right was a butcher. I believe his name was Mr. Hoppe. It was there that we bought meat, using our food coupons. Once again for our return journey we hitched a free ride from a sympathetic lorry driver. Much later and after the war we travelled by Greenline coach until pertol rationing was eased and Mr. Hoppe could drive his van to deliver meat to residents in West Kingsdown.
Doodlebugs And Rock And Roll
I was born in 1940 in Langley Maidstone, Lord Routes' house, a wing of which was given over during the Second World War as a maternity part for expectant mothers. We lived on the main road in Wrotham, opposite a pub called The Spring Tavern, it's no longer there now. We lived next door to a family called Skinner, the children's names all began with the initial J. There was John, Julie Judy, and we all played together, my sister Jean and I. We would go up to the Nod, a small hill opposite our houses and play there for hours. We used to go to a big barn on the corner, where an artist lived, and we used to sit for him, while he painted us. I remember the day called Operation Overlord, when all the planes flew overhead, wave after wave.
Wedding Bells
My mum and dad, Alf and Enid Myers, met at Woodlands in 1948. My mum was introduced to Woodlands by my aunt Renee. They were married on 5 September 1948, and I was born in September 1949, and my brother Barry in October 1951. We spent many extremely happy weekends at Woodlands over the next 10 or 12 years. I remember playing mini-golf, watching tennis and swimming. We rambled, picked blackberries, ate picnics and danced on Saturday nights. If it rained, we played bingo or watched a film. I say a film, because I only remember seeing 'The Mark of Zorro', I've lost count of the number of times. I'm sure that in this day and age, Woodlands would have been closed down by Health and Safety, but I loved it. It spoilt me really as I always found other Holiday Camps to be too plastic and contrived. Woodlands was raw and honest and I absolutely adored it.
Grandma's House
I grew up in and around London as a young girl. When my parents divorced it was the hardest thing for me to get over. But I had the best nan in the world who lived in 6 Acre Cottages. This house and the surrounding area was a haven for any child. She worked in the school and used to work at the big house on the hill, when I stayed with my gran, it was lovely to go the big house to see Mrs Lemet. She was so friendly and so were her children. I remember walking down the path to the village in the summer and was enthralled at the wildlife within the area. The path started just opposite the school and carried on to the village, where my nan would take me to the shops to buy the daily things we needed and of course the sweets that I needed for the day. My grandad had an old old farm building at the bottom of the garden... Read more
Re Meddicks in Knatts Valley
My parents bought land and built a house in Knatts Valley named Holmwood in 1926. My mother was the first postmistress in the valley. My brother and I both attended Kingsdown Primary School from 1932-42. We grew up knowing the valley like the back of our hand. We left the valley in 1942 and have lived in Australia for the last 58 yrs My grandparents are buried in Woodlands Cemetery. My grandfather Meddick was the chief air raid warden in the first part of the war and died in 1942.
Knatts Valley And Woodlands
I was brought up in Woodlands. My parents owned the Holiday Camp which they retired from in 1968. They built it up from 1927, the year they were married and gradually increased the size of it (on 7 acres) until it accommodated around 70 campers. My sister and I helped and worked in the camp from our early teens but as it was only a seasonal committment we also carried on with our own careers.
We knew the fields and woods around Woodlands in a 2-3 mile radius. We were avid blackberry pickers and we also had a pony which I used to ride everywhere including Knatts Valley and the footpath up past the poplars onto Heart's Delight (a name given to the hills above the golf-course by a camper). I remember Mr Milner, the vicar, and his wife who lived in the huge vicarage, which I believe has now been divided into appartments, no doubt needing a lot of restoration. The camp is no more as the person... Read more
Carol Singing
I too rememeber Rev Milner and his wife also going carol singing down Knatts valley before the war. Does anyone remember Mr Rudd who looked after the greens at Woodlands golf course, a little short chap he was? Also any memories of Mr Booker who use to cut the grass etc in the valley and surrounds? I was back in the UK 6 years ago and found the graves of Milner and the Jupps, also some others I knew as a boy in the late 1930s - early 1940s. Regards to all in that time, Ron Meddick from Australia
