Chilham, Post Office 1913
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Photo of Chilham, Post Office 1913

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Both horse and cart and motor car are parked outside Wealden Hall House; at the time of the photograph it was trading as the Post Office, and advertising itself as selling 'Drapery, Outfitting, Grocery and Provisions.' The newspaper headline by the parked car reads 'Air Passenger Service in England.' This could, of course, refer to a service by airship, as heavier-than-air aeroplanes were still in their extreme infancy at this time. Hidden in the trees is the entrance to Chilham Castle, originally Norman. It is said to be haunted by a ghostly grey lady.

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A Selection of Memories from Chilham

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I moved to Chilham in 1960 from Weybridge in Surrey when my parents bought Chilham Filling Station which was next door to Mr.& Mrs Brunger, the local ladder maker. I remember walking up the high street on many occasions to get shopping for my mum from the grocers shop in the square and the butchers in Taylor's hill. The move for me was a bit of a culture shock moving from a large urbanised area to a very quiet ...see more
If my memory serves me correctly, the house here used to be one of the village shops. I used to live to the left of the picture at The Paddock. The Star Pub was almost opposite the village shop. Happy days.
My family used to live in a flat above a cobblers. I can remember using an old pram as a go-cart to ride down the high street. Those were the days. Ha Ha.
I remember singing in church choir and getting paid for it - the princely sum of 6 pence a week. We used to play in the church yard, climbing trees was a favourite pastime.