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Brucefield This is linking 2011 with the 1920's to '30's. I have the good fortune that my father made diaries of the times he spent in Cornwall as a child. His parents died young and he was brought up with his sister Lucy by his two maiden aunts, Edith and Grace Rodgers, known as Tig and T'Edith.  (A page will be dedicated to these two) Both children were sent away to boarding school and spent their summers in Cornwall. Both at "Brucefield" in Truro and then "Sundew Cottage" in St Agnes. I do believe that Bruciefield must have been sold for the Aunts to move to Sundew. I do recall visiting Sundew as a child with my parents in the early 1950's. I do recall eating toast that my father made for me - cut into soldiers. It may have been my first serious encounter with marmalade. We visited for quite a few years after that. My aunts lived a frugal existence.  Edith loved to paint and I accompanied her on many of her little trips with her water col...

Feock, Friends Meeting House The Old Vestry at Feock. Dug out a beautiful postcard of Feock . Its on the opposite side of the county to which my father normally visited. The actual picture shows the "Come-to-Good" Quakers meeting house. I think the picture must have been taken in 1937, this is one year later than the Francis Frith pictures. This picture is from a different angle than those. There is a very full description at the Genuki website. I do not recall any visits to Feock with my father, but certainly St Just and Trellisick. Visited the Eden centre and hope to return this summer. There are many memories to publish from Perranporth and also St Agnes.The Meeting House was built in 1710, was in use up to 1993, still stands and is under the patronage of the National Trust. The view of the Old Vestry is the reverse of the one on the Francis Frith site . Lately I visited the Burial Ground at Sunbrick in Cumbria. This is where Margaret Fox was buried in 1702. Th...

I'd thought I'd use this blog to update my family history shenanigins. So I have posted 2 pictures of Graylingwell Hospital, together with its incumbants. The "suit" in the centre is my grandfather Robert Eric Noel Martyn-Clark. He was a doctor, and he served on the front line, towards the end of the war, he must have opted for a life dealing with combat scarred troops. Eric was born on Christmas day and coincidentally died on Christmas day too. His wife Ethel survived him by a few years and my father and his sister were brought up by his Mum's sisters in Cornwall. The final photograph is Robert Eric in service. Does seem a little peculiar that every person on the photo is in a different uniform. It does actually seem that they may even be different nationalities. Robert is on the top row, second from the left. He was always known as Eric in the family.