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Cann Family History
My Great Great Grandfather was born William Honey Cann. Born: March 12, 1845 in Topsham, England son of John Cann and Jane (Hill) Cann. (William Married - Ann Pidgeon, from England also!). Looking for more information on Cemeteries in this area. John Cann was the son of Samuel Cann & Charity (Arscott) Cann. Looking for information on location of where they lived in Topsham, or worked.
Love Is....
Love is ... Lympstone in 1960, a village girl called Vera, me, a young marine who did not want to be a marine, a real family called Stone, the smell of the Exe, a kiss under a tree during a summer thunder storm, glow worms in the lanes as I walked back from leaving her home, a last kiss goodbye, a silver ciggie case given to me as a present, going back in 2008 and seeing Vera, again a last kiss goodbye as it should have been then, and always love, never forgotten.
The odd couple in the Swan Inn who were both male but not gay and who had a great welcome for me.
Beautiful Memories
My mother became pregnant while we were living in Khartoum and she, my brother and I returned to UK as babies did not do well in the heat. No air-conditioning in those days. My father had to stay because of his contract.
My mother rented the chauffeur's cottage on the Bystock Estate. What a beautiful place it was. The manor house was mainly closed, just a small flat for the owner who ran a dairy herd. Every day the Jersey cows would pass the cottage on their way to milking.
My sister was born in the cottage - a home birth. My nana from Croydon came to assist at the birth.
I was told later that my mother had had a nervous breakdown and she forgot to send me to school. What a wonderful education I gave myself wandering around the Bystock Estate. I found a small cottage nearby. The garden was full of thistles and... Read more
Lowbrook
The field in your picture where the sheep roam is now a football field and a park for the children of Rockbeare.
Wedding Day
It was 20th April when I married Joscelyn Hellier, who lived in Pear Tree Cottage. We were married by Rev. Reginald Kaye in St John the Baptist Church at Colaton Raleigh. It was a windy Saturday but it did nothing to spoil the joy of the event. Forty-three years after, we are still together, we have three grown up children living in various parts of U.K. and we live in sunny Southwest France in a lovely little hilltop village near to Bergerac.
Many happy memories of Colaton, including Joscelyn's late father and mother who lie side by side in the village churchyard.
I do have other memories of Colaton but they can wait for another time.
France,21st June 2006
Young Lad on The Platforms
I was a 10 year old lad living at the Alexandra Inn now known as the Hungry Fox pub.
Being a keen rail fan then and as now, wandering around the station and the platforms watching trains was a regular past time. Of course I used it when we went to Exeter or on one of my many trips back to London. Sad it is all gone.
The Old Railway Station
My friends and I spent many happy hours playing on the old platform and under the old railway bridge before they were both demolished.
We used to play hopscotch on the platform and had a camp amongst the trees at the back.
We made a rope swing there and used to take a packed lunch down on school holidays and spend all day there messing about.
We had a secret club and had to give a password before you could enter it like children do.
The old bridge was shored up with peices of wood and we would climb up and down it racing each other to the top.
I remember there was an old tramp lived under there at one time.
