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Historic maps of Venton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Venton maps
Venton photos
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Ivybridge| Plympton| Harford| Yealm River| Yealmpton| Wotter| Ermington| Plym Bridge| Shaugh Prior| Plymstock| Modbury| Bickleigh| Newton Ferrers| Wembury| Noss Mayo| Clearbrook| Bovisand| Heybrook Bay
Venton area books
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Memories of Venton
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Navy Transit Camp Lyneham
Nights at the local inn. Hikes to Yealm River. Company of land girls at nearby camp. Newton Ferrers.
Wartime in Ivybridge 1939
I was one of ten little girls, plus our teacher, who arrived in Ivybridge as evacuees from Acton, London, at the outbreak of the Second World War. We were taken to a hall (probably at the school) where we were collected in pairs by our 'families'. The first family we stayed with lived in Exeter Road. They had a little boy, a large house and garden. They also had a car. I had never even been in a car before! We used to visit elderly relatives of the family, who lived in an old farmhouse in Cornwood. They kept a cow and made their own cream. The farmhouse had no electricity, and it was lit by oil lamps. Owing to the ill health of the wife, we had to move to Woodland Terrace, where we were looked after by a lady whose husband was away in the army. I have memories of going out primrose-picking in the spring and of playing in the fields at the back... Read more
Sunny Side
My father was killed in the Malayan emergency and I was sent to live with my grandmother, Kezia Stedman, in Costly Street, Ivybridge. I went to Sunnyside school. Sophie Harris was the lady who ran the school. Then I attended Plympton Grammar, now Heles School, I believe. I have seen photos of modern day Ivybridge and have no desire to revisit.
Found Memories of Early Days at Yealmpton
Now living in Australia and having revisited Yealmpton in recent times, the changes are amazing. Where there used to be fields in which I played with mates, sadly houses now stand. The old bridge, church, Mother Hubbard's Cottage and pubs are still much as I remember them, but the old charm seems to be missing. In 'my days' I could name just about everyone living in the village, now - from what I'm told - that isn't so! My memories go back to during the blitz when Plymouth was being bombed and I was just 4 or 5 years of age; the next day picking up silver streamers apparently dropped by the bombers to deflect radar, visits to a devastated Plymouth and 'tin pan alley' - a row of corrogated iron sheds selling whatever was available. I remember the American army camp at Brixton, picking cockles from the mud at Undercliff, Saturday evening film shows in what was the then Womens Institute near the bridge, fetes, and - when older - dances behind... Read more
Jarrett Family of Ermington
In 1907 my Great-uncle, Arthur Jarrett, married Elizabeth Daniels in Ermington church. Elizabeth was the daugher of Frederick Daniels, who was then the landlord of the 'First and Last' Inn in Ermington.
Arthur Jarrett was a groom for Lord Mildmay at Flete House. He also served in the cavalry, possibly the King's Dragoon Guards.
I believe Arthur and Elizabeth lived in, or near, Ermington all their married lives. In 1947 their address was 3 Park Hill Terrace, Ermington.
They had at least six children, three boys and three girls, born between 1907 and 1919. Does anyone remember this family?
Thanks for great website. Sue
The Jarretts of Ermington
My mother's maiden name was Jarrett, her father was Fred Jarrett who along with his brother Jim ran a small building company. I lived in Ermington from 1957-1974 and was related, or so it seemed, to almost everyone within a 5 mile radius. There was a Daniels, Peter, I think who ran the First and Last. It was where I had my first half of mild at 15 years of age!
I was very close to my grandfather (Fred) and spent many happy hours in his workshop with its smells of seasoned wood, linseed oil and saw dust, looking at the massive oak tree at the bottom of Town Hill. It is still there today and whenever I return to Ermington it is my link with the past. It is a constant, it is no larger or smaller than I remember, just the same old tree reminding me of happy times.
The New Family
My family moved to no 2 Erme Park in 1967 when I was 3. These were of course the new houses. I remember Mr Burrows (father of Cedric/Zedrick) asking me in about 1973 if I was from the new houses. I of course said no as we'd been living there for 6 or so years. I think my family were pretty much one of the first Migrant families into the village. Because I was 3 (my sister 7) I started school and grew up with the old families and was, in my memory, always part of the village along with the rest of the kids. It was great to read the memories of Chris Stephens. I started school with his brothers Nigel and Johnathon and I knew Poogie and Sonia well . I also remember the rest of the family well but was in a different age group. But that's not so important in village life.
I used to deliver a free paper called 'Yours' to the older generation... Read more
