Braunton, 1936
Photo ref: 87577
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A Selection of Memories from Braunton

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Braunton

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My father Pip Prior took over the London Inn in 1940 and we onlyleft in 1950 because my mum had breast cancer .During the war he also ran a factory making cycles for the war effort our next door neighbours were The Sellers Family originally from wales He was a shoe repairer .Negly Farson an Author American and lived in Putsborough was a customer one of dads friends was Bill Speare My ...see more
I was born in Braunton in 1938. I am now 75 yrs of age residing in Mansfield Woodhouse, Nottinghamshire where I have lived for the past 42 years. I have visited many countries in my life including a National Service stint for two and half years in Hong Kong. I have many memories of my childhood days in Braunton possibly to many to recall for your newsletter and also those stories which I can't remember at this ...see more
My name is Julia Coles and I was born in the Nursing Home in Wrafton Road on 11 May 1954 to Edna and Phil Watchus. My father was in the RAF at Chivenor and I lived in Braunton until I left to work in Exeter in 1990. I remember Braunton so well, Caen Street with the Post Office on the left hand side. Chuggs the newsagents, the cake shop, Darracotts the Ironmongers, Holdens. It had everything and to be ...see more
Back in 2009, I brought my son down to North Devon to retrace the places my grandmother's family originated from. I had previously found references to generations of Manleys and my x 2 great grandfather was the church warden of St Brannock's. I was fortunate to find his grave in the grounds of St Brannock's and then spent a couple of hours wandering up and down the rows saying the names of those lying peacefully so they would know they were being remembered by a northern stranger.