Silver Jubilee Parade 1935
I remember well the parade through the village on the occasion of the Silver Jubilee.
My mother and several other mothers dressed six of us young boys as toy soldiers and we had to march in the parade. However, the best thing in the parade that I can remember was a model of the Queen Mary. It was loaded over a car. You could not see the car, only the majestic liner floating through the village. It was a wonderful occasion for the children of the village for we had a party that evening in the Parish Hall and everyone was presented with a mug to commemorate the occasion.
At the time my family lived at 19 West Lulworth just opposite the War Memorial.
We were Church of England but my mother insisted on sending us to the Roman Catholic School in East Lulworth. She had heard the Miss Yarnitsky was the best teacher in Dorset and that was enough for her. On days that my sister and I missed the bus we had to walk to school.
Eventually, we moved to 4 Sunnyside Terrace, and finally to Lulcote.
My mother died in 1943 and together with my father is buried in the churchyard
overlooking the village. As I understand it, there are still some relatives of mine living in the village. I hope that they will enjoy their life there as my family and I did. I have some photos taken in the 30s which I will send by snail mail.
Sincerely,
Albert Spavins
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RE: RE: Silver Jubilee Parade 1935
One of the most wonderful times of the year in Lulworth was Christmas.
The choir would go around the village and sing carols. The church was lit by candles as we had no electricity in those days. On Christmas Day itself the church would be packed and with the army band playing everyone sang the carols with great enthusiasm.
On Boxing Day came the annual football match. The Lobsters vs the Shrimps. The Lobsters being the older fishermen and other adults and the Shrimps being the sons and other youngsters of the village.
I well remember my father, who at the time was the NAAFI manager at the camp coming by to watch the game. He was dressed in a suit and tie.
Someone on the Lobster side who was tiring persuaded my father to take his place. It was a muddy pitch and when Dad got home he was covered in mud. My mother was so upset that it took him some time to calm her down.I have often wondered whether or not they still play the game on Boxing Day. Lulworth had a football team in the 1930s called The Foresters. We played in the field just below the cemetery.
Comment from Albert Spavins on Thursday, 23rd October 2008.
RE: RE: Silver Jubilee Parade 1935
When I was a boy approximately half of the village were Roman Catholics and the rest were Church of England or Methodists. I noticed that when I was last in the village that the Methodist chapel no longer existed and that the Roman Catholic church was no more. In such a short time the number of churchgoers has decreased so rapidly. Where I live, in Canada, the fastest growing religion is Islam. The construction of mosques has increased considerably in the last few years. Last year (2009) it was a pleasure to see that the village had not changed radically from when I was a boy. However, there are no groups of fishermen mending their nets on the beach and no men repairing the half round lobster pots. No steamers come from Weymouth or Bornemouth any more. I suppose in a way that one could call it Progress, but it is not my kind and I prefer to remember those far off days when I was young and we used to dive for pennies that the passengers used to throw in the water for us to dive for. In all the world I do not know of a more magical place in which to grow up than Lulworth.
Comment from Albert Spavins on Tuesday, 2nd February 2010.