Meopham, The Green And Windmill c.1965
Photo ref: M253048
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This is a small Kentish-type smock mill with a six-sided black weatherboarded body and a hexagonal single-storey brick base with a staging. It is powered by four patent shuttered sails and winded by a fantail. The mill was built in about 1821, and ceased work by wind in 1927. Now conserved complete, it is open to visitors.

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A Selection of Memories from Meopham

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 Meopham

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I lived in Foxendown Lane, from 1945 to 1967 when I got married. I went to Meopham school , when Mr Strand was headmaster, and Mrs Potter was a teacher. My friends were Deirdre ( dids) the police mans daughter , Brenda and Mary , Hilary and Helen .It was a lovely time. My name is Carole Pantlin was Jackson.
My memories of Vigo camp Meopham My memories of Vigo are somethings I will never forget. I was born in Chatham, Kent in 1948. For reasons unknown to me, we ended up in a Vigo camp. The Nissen hut we were in must have been an officers mess. i.e it had a lots of rooms and also a lot of toilets. In the winter it was very cold. But Spring and Summer were a haven for a child growing up amongst the rhododendron ...see more
My Grandad was Ken Derham, the village baker. I lived at the bakery for a short time when I was aged about 9. I remember him making the bread and being allowed to help him fill the donuts with jam. I can still smell how wonderful the bakery was and to this day the smell of bread baking brings it all back.
I was born in Arnold Avenue, just five minutes walk from the George pub, which was handy later on in my life. Also the post office opposite the pub, which was owned by Mr & Mrs Fit-Simons, who used to have rows of clear lidded biscuit tins, with sweets in such as; black jacks, halfpenny chews, fruit salad and flying saucers etc. I would often pop there for mum's 1/2 oz of Golden Virginia and pack of ...see more