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My Home
I have lived in the village all my life, all 29 years of it. I have lived in 3 different cottages, the 1st was opposite the village hall, I am 1 of 4 children and I have many happy memories of living there till just before my 10th birthday. My father then got offered a bigger house just up the road. That was a very special house a lovely big garden plus I had my own room!! I then left school at 16yrs and worked for Sir William helping my father maintain the cottages and land. I was then fortunate to be offered my 3rd home in the village - where I have brought up my two young children and me and my husband are expecting child number 3. I have such happy memories of our annual village fete, beetle drives and village dances. I've seen many people come and go, sadly too many of them passing away. The village is now an ever changing place, but I will continue... Read more
Avon memories
My Teenage Years at Clevedon
On the surface of it there was nothing to do in Clevedon for a teenager, but I was wrong. Meeting up with friends and looking for entertainment, Clevedon Pier came the place to be, with a juke box and the latest records (those were the days of rock and roll) we danced all night, well, till the pier master closed up for the night. It was a regular thing that when the paddle steamer landed to drop off passengers after their day trip the pier would wobble and so would we (and not a drink in sight). On leaving we made for Fortes and then The Spray Point Cafe where we would drink coffee and dance some more. Other places were the Salthouse Pavilion, Community Centre and St. John's Hall where I remember a Jazz stomp being held and of course the picture house. Those were the days. Iris Nicks (then being known as Iris Cook)
Where I Was Born in 1951
This photo shows Woodhill Road, the houses at the top of the picture, the road I was
born in 1951. How the scene has changed over the years.
Long gone are the power station chimneys and the old boating shed where my Grandpa used to work. As a child I rode my pony around the lake grounds through
the village and then to the top of Naish Hill where I kept her.
St Peters Church
My father was Rector here from 1947 - 1964
Margaret And Wallflowers
Margaret and wallflowers
The year was 1950. I was thirteen years 'old' and walking along this beach with Margaret, her brother John and my brother, Peter. When we arrived at the spot where the man is sitting in the photograph, I looked up and saw wallflowers growing on the cliff face.
I decided to climb up and pick some for Margaret. When I became level with the flowers, about fourteen feet above the beach, (it seemed much higher), I held on with my left hand and picked a few with my right.
As locals will know the rock here is very loose and crumbly, and the piece I was holding onto came away in my hand. I remember looking at it and beginning the slow motion fall.
I landed on my back, with a particularly large rock under my lower back. I was unable to move, rock and wallflowers still in my hands.
My brother, aged eight, was frightened for me and ran all the... Read more
Portishead - Our First House
My wife and I bought our first house at Portishead, South Road, it was £2,200, we could only borrow, so the monthly payment was the same as a week's wages, no overtime or my wife's wages taken into consideration. We had three children and some happy times. I worked on the coal boats and then Albright and Wilson phos factory.
John Burge.
Memories After The War Years.
I was the eldest of six children,'the Allen Family', and spent all our happiest years in Redcliffe Bay and then Portishead, after coming from Britsol in the 1940s (our family was one of the casualties in the Bristol bombing). The lake was a special place to go, and really one of the only places in thse days. I spent my happy school / teenage years in Portishead and then moved to Bath where I now live. I am Betty, and after all these years am still in contact with my special school friend Ann (Edwards).
