1 Memoirs

Growing up in Appledore was a sheer delight, unfortunately at the time we didn't realise it, but looking back on mine and my friends childhood, compared with children of today - ( where many restrictions that modern life brings both to children and parents are enforced.) We had a wonderful childhood with much freedom. We roamed in our little groups without any parental control to the beach, or  the park, or at Badstep (Lifeboat Slip) and when we were a little older even as far as the Copse. We would very often play at shops in the "Stone Houses" below the Park, the seaweed would be bunches of grapes, red stones would be meat and rounded pebbles would be potatoes. There was an iron ladder there from the beach up to the park, which we could make a hasty retreat on, in case the tide came in quicker than we expected, beside the ladder was a large painting of a donkey, what the reason for it being there was never explained to, it was done by a man named Jimmy Cox who had lived in Appledore for all of his life - apart from when he was at Sea and after his retirement was Pilot here for a while.  As children we played the type of games that developed our imaginations, which was a good thing as our parents could not afford to buy us many toys, but we didn't mind as we were all in the same boat.  Most of the clothes we wore were either passed down from older siblings or bought at jumble sales. but again we didn't mind as it was the same for our friends.  Our parents priority was to put as nourishing a food as they could afford on the table for us, to help create strong minds and bodies. Allotments were very popular at the time so many of us were fed fresh vegetables daily which helped with the household budget.  Few of our mothers' worked so were always at home when we came in from school and if some of them did work, it was usually a morning job which didn't interfere with coming home from school time.We also grew up in a very secure atmosphere, where if our mothers' on rare occasions knew they were not going to be at home at the end of the School day, there would always be someone waiting for us to explain where she had gone. In mine and my sisters' case it was Mrs Blackmore who lived opposite, she would usually be looking over her back wall waiting for us and telling us where our Mother had gone, and then taking us into her house until mother returned.............