Historic maps of Trethosa and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Trethosa maps
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Memories of Trethosa
I traced my family ancestry to St Stephen in Cornwall as far back as the 1500s. My husband and I visited England in 2005, and spent some time in Cornwall. As an Australian of several generations, I am fascinated to know where the various branches of my family have come from. Everyone in Australia originally came from another part of the world. I have some surnames in my family history which are from St Stephen and St Dennis. I searched both cemeteries for headstones bearing my family names; Trethewey and Kent. It was a great thrill for me to find many headstones, including one with the same name as my father, Fred Kent.
From family records, most of my forebears were tinners. I was interested that the mining area seemed to be china clay. My ancestor who originally made the journey to Australia in the early 1800s, Nicholas Kent, and his wife, Loveday (Trethewey), was listed as a master shoemaker.
It was an amazing and heartwarming experience to... Read more
My brother Patrick Marriott will be 80 years old on 12/7/2013. I think his favourite place in the world is St. Stephen - he spent a lot of his boyhood days staying at our aunts cottage and even attended school there. My aunt and uncle, Phil and Jack Staley, lived there with their two children, Betty and Bob Staley. I remember holidaying with them with my sister and cousin and remember Michael Rickard and Glen Osbourne who we played with. It is for my brother I am writing because he is the one with the vivid life changing memories of St. Stephen. Is there anyone who remembers him? I would love to find pictures of the school to give him for his 80th.
Foxhole in The 1950s
I remember going to grandads; he lived by the clay pit in Foxhole and he worked there together with his two sons. He lived in a cottage and the railway ran by the house. There was a large shed next to the railway and he built a swing for me to play on, only recently I discovered that prisoners of war worked there. I was wondering if anyone remembered anything or anyone from that time as I am trying to find out about a long lost relative. I remember the chip shop on the main road and the lovely singing coming from the chapel on a Sunday night. I also remember the post office which was also a sweet shop and grocery store and the smell of it.... oh how I wish I could go back there, but that is only a dream. I remember a hill that was by grandad's house and I called it The Beacon and it had foxgloves and bilberrys and I used to collect... Read more
My Life as Boy And Man in St.Dennis
I moved into the first house on the right in the photo with the bay window in February of 1960 with my parents and 3 brothers. We were only the second tenants of that house. I stayed there with my parents until I got married in 1974. My father still lives there 47 years after we moved in. I have very fond memories of that house and surrounding neighbours. Mr Cory our next door neighbour at the time used to breed pigeons and a great aunt of mine gave me a couple of Bantams and I used to breed them and father would have his chickens. As children we would spend hours playing football in the road and down the bottom of the road on the village green. I was born in St. Dennis in 1953 and I still live there even though I have moved around the village a bit. When we first got married Jackie and I lived next door to the Blacksmiths Shop were we stayed for... Read more
Wonderful memories of a very happy childhood. I am St. Dennis born and bred, and for me there's no place like it. My father Stanley Grigg and his partner had a cycle shop and repair business and I remember well the American G.I's bringing my mother tins of fruit and meat during wartime. I would get the odd packet of chewing gum too. The summers seemed much longer then and I can remember how I would wait for my father to come home from the quarry, we would take a jug and walk hand in hand down Prazy Hill to fetch cool sparkling water from the spring.
I first went to the infant school where Miss Curtis was in charge, and then onto the top school with Mr. Pellymounter and Miss. Kent. Miss. Williams my sewing teacher always shouted at me. I could'nt sew to save my life, still can't. She always called my stitches cat's teeth. I think she was maybe the reason why I hate it so... Read more
From Bombed London to St Dennis
My first memories of St Dennis, was to assemble in the village hall after our long train journey from London. Our prospective guardians were waiting to take individuals into their homes. My friend and myself were assigned to Mr and Mrs Richards of 33 Robartes Road. We had to thank God we were chosen by such wonderful guardians. After a period of time, we became involved with a farmer and his family, what wonderful people they were. I often think back to the wonderful time we had in St Dennis over a period of time. The farmer, Mr Blewitt, was such a kind man and his wife likewise, on occasions Mr Blewitt (senior) would visit his son on the farm. After such a visit I was asked to accompany Mr Blewitt senior home, with a fantastic horse named Jerry. Mr Blewitt never had to worry about his father getting home or have concerns about his horse you see, I was an accomplished rider. It was too far for Mr... Read more
Music And Memories
Is there anyone else who sang in Mrs Solomon's choir and went to Mr Pellymounter's school in St Dennis. I remember all the grownup ladies wearing their wedding dresses as we had to wear white. I was about four when I started to sing in the choir. My mother found some white silk and made me a dress that had enormous seams and hem, so that I was able to wear it for about four years. On one occasion I remember we sang in the main Methodist Hall in Plymouth. I also sang for Children's Hour from the BBC studios in Bristol. I think I was seven at the time. Mr Pellymounter had lots of friends in the theatre, among them Ann Todd and Eric Portman. He used to tell us stories of operas and he made English literature come to life. My father, not a St Dennis man, was a founder member of the St Dennis Male Voice Choir, which used to rehearse around the baby grand piano my... Read more