Ightham, Ightham Mote House c.1960
Photo ref: I4027
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Photo of Ightham, Ightham Mote House c.1960

A Selection of Memories from Ightham

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Ightham

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My nan (Amy) and granddad (Fred) ran the post office in Cobtree Cottage Ightham. As a young girl I started Ightham primary school in 1964 before changing to Borough Green primary school in the last 2 years. My uncle's name is on the memorial stone as John Morley though his full name was Fredrick John Morley, this was due to everybody knowing him as John and not to mix him up with my grandfather, my ...see more
My Booth family were glaziers etc in Ightham from the early 1700s until mid 1800s. Would be interested if anyone has any photos, memorabilia of them for posting on this site. I am aware that the Mote Farm House has an inscription "Joseph Booth 1806" in an attic window - any stories of past occupants of this grade II listed building of interest to me and the NT.
Before my father passed away, he told me of a murder at the Mote House (Ightham Manor). Apparently, my great aunt Alice worked there as a housekeeper, when the murder of Caroline Mary Luard took place in 1908. She was found shot in the summerhouse - the case was never solved. Before my aunt died, she told my father that the murderer was the Major, (Caroline's husband). I dont know how accurate this is, but quite interesting don't you think?
We - my parents and their five sons - lived at Beaconsmount, a house formerly owned by the Maules and before them, the Staggs. We moved to Ivy Hatch (opposite the 68 bus stop at the Sevenoaks end of the village) in 1956 and left in 1975. All of us loved the village and its people and I made lots of friends. The bus-stop itself was called Maule's Corner all through our time. We used to ...see more