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Trerulefoot maps
Historic maps of Trerulefoot and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Trerulefoot maps
Trerulefoot photos
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Hessenford| Tideford| St Germans| Seaton| Menheniot| Downderry| Landrake| Sheviock| Quethiock| Morval| Crafthole| Pillaton| Sandplace| Looe| St Ive| Liskeard| Duloe| Saltash| Moorswater| Whitsand Bay| Freathy| St Cleer| Burraton| Talland Bay
Trerulefoot area books
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Hessenford, The Village
I have just read the memory of the fishing trips and the use of the jeep to tow the fishing boat down the beach to launch it into the sea at Downderry. I also remember that jeep as if it were yesterday. My Grandmother, Marjorie Buckley, was the Headmistress of Hessenford School in the 40's and 50's (maybe into the 60's before she finally retired) and I spent alot of my youth living with her and on family holidays in Hessenford. I spent 9 months with my Grandparents towards the end of the war, as my home town, Redditch, had been badly bombed by the Germans. My Grandather died, I think in 1947, and is buried in the graveyard at the Hessenford Parish Church, St. Annes. in 1953 most of the summer term and summer holidays were spent there, taking part in the festivities organised for the Coronation and celebration of the conquest of Everest. (Sir Edmund Hillary's death, ironically, was announced only 2 or 3 days ago). The... Read more
Hessenford
I was so pleased to come across a site talking about 'my' family village of Hessenford. I was also evacauated to Hessenford with my mum and spent my 1st birthday there. This was the first of many August holidays with my Great Aunt Dorah and Great Uncle Dick (known as Farmer & Mrs Nicholls but who's surname was actually Nicholas) who were the tenant farmers of Hessenford Farm. The white porch of the farmhouse is shown on the 1st Hessenford postcard and Uncle Dick is the small figure leaning on a wall, talking I think to Mr or Mrs Pierce. Our visits to Hessenford were made in a friends car, my Dad in those days only had a van as he was a painter & decorator, and we were always greeted by Albert Morrish, sythe in hand as he cleared the hedgerow just outside the village.- he always knew when we would be arriving and was on look-out. As the school holidays didn't quite line up... Read more
Farming at Hessenford
I moved to Hessenford in about 1958 when my father took on the tenancy of St Anne's Farm. The farm was situated up past the church on the lane that led from Hessenford to Bake. Previously we had lived at West Trenean Farm, near Widegates but, for some reason my father, Dick, and his brother Jack, had decided to take on a second farm so we moved. We often had to move sheep and bullocks from one farm to another and we did this by driving them along the 3 miles or so between the farms. There was very little traffic in those days.
The biggest change for me was moving schools, always a traumatic time for a young child. Hessenford Primary School boasted just one teacher, Miss Cook, and one classroom in which sat all children from 5 to 11. It must have been a formidable task having to teach such a wide age range. The school had outside toilets and no cooking facilities at all. Instead,... Read more
Tideford's New Road
This photograph shows Tideford after the new A38 had been built through the middle of the village to serve the new Tamar road bridge. A number of properties had to be demolished for the new road. The shop in the foreground on the left is Worsfold's. When I moved to Tideford in 1965 it was one of two shops in the village, the other being the post office and stores. Mr & Mrs Worsfold were Londoners who had moved to Cornwall. Inside the shop was an Aladdin's cave of groceries, goodness knows how they managed to find anything. It was all counter service and you went in with your list and were served. Mr Worsfold used to make deliveries in a grey mini van. Just beyond Worsfold's was Haddy's dairy were you could buy freshly made clotted cream and unpasteurized milk. At the end of the row, on the left, just out of the photograph, was Congdon's butchers. They had their own small slaughterhouse just down the lane.
A Typical Old Village Pub
When I moved to Tideford the Rod & Line was run by Fred Barnes. The pub was owned by Plymouth Breweries, a company that was later bought out by Courage. Most of their beer arrived in wooden casks and Fred had to hammer a tap into the end to dispense the beer. In those days pubs were for drinking, not for food. The Rod & Line offered crisps, pork scratchings and a jar full of pickled eggs sat on the counter. An egg and a packet of crips passed for a pub meal in those days. I went to the Rod & Line on the evening of my 18th birthday and Fred bought me my first ever legal drink, half a pint of Plymouth Breweries bitter. It was awful.
Tideford
This photograph shows Tideford prior to 1961, a quiet village on the road between Trerulefoot and Saltash. That was all about to change when the new Tamar road bridge was opened connecting Saltash with Plymouth in 1961. What had been a minor road now became the main road out of Cornwall into Plymouth. Previously the main route had been via Torpoint and the car ferry. If that happened today, it is likely the village would have had a by pass. But, in 1961, they just put the new road right through the middle of the village and the houses on the left of the photo were demolished. The new A38 split Tideford in two and, as traffic levels increased through the 60s and 70s, it became increasingly difficult to cross the road from one part of the village to another. At the time of writing the village is still split in two, a monument to the failure of planners to foresee the increasing volume of road traffic
Amelia Hawke
I came to live in Cornwall, just nine miles from St. Germans in December 2006. Much to my amazement, I found that my Great Grandmother, Amelia Hawke was born and brought up here in the house next door to the post office. Her father George Hawke was a bootmaker. I did much research into the Hawke family while I lived in Cornwall for about 15 months and still go back as often as I can to see all the graves of my ancestors in the graveyard opposite the church.
