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Historic maps of Tregenna and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Tregenna maps
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St Tudy| Bodmin| St Teath| Lanteglos| Pont| Egloshayle| Nanstallon| St Endellion| St Neot| Port Gaverne| Port Isaac
Tregenna area books
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Memories of Tregenna
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Cornwall memories
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
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
My Home
I was born in Claylands in 1941, my father worked at the Clayworks. I had 3 brothers and 3 sisters. I went to the village school, we walked there and back every day it took us about 30 minutes. I moved away in 1957 to Sherborne in Dorset where I married and have a son and a daughter. I also have two wonderful grandchildren. I still remember the wonderful times we had walking across the moors, taking a picnic and staying out for the day. It was a wonderful place to live and I wonder if there are many people still there who still remember me? My maiden name was Nottle. I have been back a few times but having no family left in the village I have not been back for quite some time, I expect it has changed quite a bit but to me it will always be home. We were married in De Lank chapel in 1960 but we were sad to see that it is not... Read more
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
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
Staff at The Asylum
I found when researching the 1901 census that members of my husband's family worked at the Asylum. My husband's grandfather, Alfred Charles (Charlie) Southern worked there until his death in 1944. His job was described as "Mental Nurse". Charles' sister Glen Dora also worked there as did his mother Anne and other relatives. Some were described as laundresses. I wondered whether they actually worked in a laundry at the asylum or whether they did laundry for the asylum at home.
HALLOWEEN 2007
Ok, on Halloween night 2007 some friends and myself wanted to do something different for our Halloween night, so where better to do it than at the old Bodmin prison.
So off we set at 9 o'clock taking track to the prison. It was a great evening. We spent some hours in the darkest depths of the prison and we are convinced we did see a ghost of a man in the Naval Wing, and we did some filming and we got some pictures of what looked like 'orbs', it was a very interesting evening.
We would like to point out that this is not the place to visit if you are shocked easily, as the prison has an odd smell to it and you hear a lot of strange noises and see a number of shadows that are not there when you turn around. It would be worth a visit if you are interested in ghost hunting.
