I also used to live in a hut up at Charmy Down. I was born there in 1951 and lived in the large hut adjoining the tall tower which is now gone. The hut was divided into two with one family on one side and our family on the other. It used to be the 'decontamination' hut with a drain running through it. Dad renovated it inside and made it habitable. As a result, the rent went up. A massive farm shed now covers our foundations. Our family was there from around 1949 until about 1956 too. I'll have to check on the address number with my Dad (still alive and full of stories about living there!)or it may be listed on my Birth Certificate. I remember living there like it was yesterday. Tough on the parents, but great for us kids. Was the circular road called 'Maple Grove' or something like that? Of course, it's now all farm sheds and derelict hut foundations, but the great bomb shelters that we all played in are still there! I remember that the lane leading up from the Gloucester Road went by old Pop Godwin's farm house and our hut was just a few in on the left. Families around us were the Tilleys, Richardsons, Brimsons, O'Dwyers, Trantors, Bell, Soames and we were Murray. (spellings based sound of name only). We were terribly poor and had no camera, but there are a few small black and whites pictures somewhere. The Bath Chronicle once ran a photo looking up at the huts (before demolition)from the Gloucester road. I have a copy of that. Contact me and I will start the hunt. I've come a long way from Charmy Down and now live in Canada. I've been searching the web for any evidence of others looking for neighbours who lived there.

Hi Sorry I have not been back ,if you are still interested I would like to find out when Bath Chronicle took these photos My new email is cathterry11@btinternet.co Tel phone 01225811865 England
Terry

Hi
My name is Brian Tilley and I was born in one of the huts, I have a few memories and a few photos somewhere. look foward to any contact. Brian

Hi Brian
Are you the Tilley family that lived directly across from our front door? Quite a few kids? Red hair? If you came up the lane from the Gloucester Road, past the farm house (Pop Godwins)you would have been just on the left and we would have been right next door to you. We were three little fair haired girls. Jennifer born 1945, Marion born 1947 and me, Sarah, born 1951. Ragamuffins really with Mum's barely able to scrounge enough for us to eat. Mum died 30 years ago and Dad is almost 90 now. He was a dashing blonde Newfoundlander and Mum was from Bath. He is still driving and active. Also, still telling stories about what they all did to survive up there at Charmydown. "Gang of theives" he says with a wink. I was visiting Bath a couple of months ago and spent some time with an ailing friend, Jean O'Dwyer, who lives in Melksham. She's in her late eighties and lived on the other side of our hut. She's a wealth of stories regarding the harshness of the life there. Somehow, my two sisters and I have fond memories. For some reason that I cannot fathom, we had a tiny little TV then, but Mum only had a primus to cook on and no oven. Beds were scavenged horse hair types and the old tin tub which was usually used to skin and gut the 'illegally snared' rabbits was used once a week with luke warm water to bathe the 'entire' family. You were probably one of the many ragamuffins that crowded into our hut at 4pm for Children's Hour. Our family immigrated to Canada in 1961 and make the pilgrimage back to Charmydown every 10 years or so. Standing there with Dad about 8 years ago, looking at the sheds and farm buildings was strange indeed. Dad, for all his funny stories, look very pensive and said life was heartbreakingly hard for so many there. there, including him. For me, I saw it from a child's experience. It was a place full of life and now just a memory. Sad to be forgotten. Perhaps we can keep it alive somehow.

HI MATE
ARE MUM ALSO USED TOO LIVE UP THERE BACK IN 1945 WHEN SHE WAS ABOUT 10 OR 11 THERE USED TOO LIVE IN THE OLD CONTAL TOWER
AT CHARMY DOWN IN BATH UK

ARE GRANDAD WAS HENRY JAMES BREDEL
ARE GRANNY WAS ELIZABETH BREDEL
ARE MUM WAS RUTH BREDEL
ARE UNCEL WAS MARICE DOWNTON

ARE MUM SADLY PASSED AWAY 3 YEAR'S BACK SHE WILL BE ALLWAY'S MISSED
WHEN WE WAS KID'S ARE MUM USED TOO TELL USE STORY'S ABOUT CHARMY DOWN AND THE FUN THAT THEY HAD OVER THE YEAR'S PLAYING
AROUND THE AIR BASE YOU CAN STILL WALK AROUND THERE
THE OLD SCHOOL IS STILL THERE


I HOPE TOO TALK TOO YOU SOON SIR
I AM RUTH BREDEL SON MARK

HI MATE
ARE MUM ALSO USED TOO LIVE UP THERE BACK IN 1945 WHEN SHE WAS ABOUT 10 OR 11 THERE USED TOO LIVE IN THE OLD CONTAL TOWER
AT CHARMY DOWN IN BATH UK

ARE GRANDAD WAS HENRY JAMES BREDEL
ARE GRANNY WAS ELIZABETH BREDEL
ARE MUM WAS RUTH BREDEL
ARE UNCEL WAS MARICE DOWNTON

ARE MUM SADLY PASSED AWAY 3 YEAR'S BACK SHE WILL BE ALLWAY'S MISSED
WHEN WE WAS KID'S ARE MUM USED TOO TELL USE STORY'S ABOUT CHARMY DOWN AND THE FUN THAT THEY HAD OVER THE YEAR'S PLAYING
AROUND THE AIR BASE YOU CAN STILL WALK AROUND THERE
THE OLD SCHOOL IS STILL THERE


I HOPE TOO TALK TOO YOU SOON SIR
I AM RUTH BREDEL SON MARK YOU CAN EMAIL ME ..marktreble@yahoo.com

Hi,i was born in Marshfield but moved to Charmy down around 1950,i remember all of these names.We lived in what we called the middle camp.My parents name was MARKS,sadly they have passed away, but i too have many happy memories of the school especially the coronation party.I am sure we were friends with a family called Murray, do you have a sister who was friends with BERYL MARKS? there were three other families near us, Morris,Hale,and Austin,and i also remember a family called Eynon.Unfortunately we were also poor and did not have a camera. I have just come back from living abroad and living in Bath again,we often go through Charmy Down and i think how lucky i was to live there.hope to hear from you.

I will pass on you messages to my two sisters who live only a few miles away from me here in Canada. They also frequently return to Bath. Susan O'Dwyer who lived on the other side of the wall in our hut is also here in Canada. We Charmy Down kids are all around the globe with that small thread that connects us all. Perhaps we should try and commemorate all the young people too who started out raising their families up on top of that windy hilltop. They did their very best to survive terrible hardships while at the same time raising us well, keeping us fed as best as they could by sharing what they had and still allowing us to be as 'carefree' as possible. If we could find more children or grandchildren of these fine people, we could look into a plaque or something. Few people now know what took place up on that hill in those hard times. Squatters and car parks seem to be the only thing that they think of now. At least the squatters today have cosy caravans to live in and not like in 1945 when the young couples had no choice, but take whatever they could to survive. I would love to have met your Mum, Grandad and Nanny..........perhaps I did.

YES, I do remember a Marks family! Big family.....correct? If my memory serves me correctly, you initially lived down at what we refer to as the 'bottom' camp on the west side of the Gloucester Road from Charmy Down and then moved a little to the north across the field from us. I just called Dad (90yrs old ) and he says that he went out at night snaring rabbits to eat with what is most likely your Dad! How many Marks could there have been? They referred to each other by their last names (Marks and Murray) in those days. I grew up with stories about 'Marks' and my dad and what they both got up to. Delighted to make contact and dad was thrilled too. I remember Beryl. She was older, but my older sister may know more. My family started off at the 'bottom' camp huts a few doors down from the Marks family hut. Mum and Dad went up the lane to the 'top' camp around 1949. We lived at the top of the lane on the crest of the hill in our hut attached to a tower (now gone). My sister and I both remember that the Mark's house had a big long table in the kitchen and we didn't have anything. Jen, my sister also remembers being in the Mark's house when a new Mark's baby was born. She was probably around nine years old (1954 or 55?) She's not sure, but it was a pretty memorable and major event to be in a home while a baby was being born. Please send me your email address.

Hi all Charmy Down people Let me fill you in My Name is Terry Reynolds I and my family was one of the first families to move to Charmy down we used to live at 1 Lime road the first hut on the left before you got to the junction to the airfield I had a sister name Sandra Reynolds who has passed away I have lots of fond memories of living in Charmy Down I remember the gang of the thieves
They were Gypsies pinching the old post office cables and old electric cables The other families was Smiths, Hales and lots of good families
If any one would like to meet me And take a trip to Charmy down please ring me 01225811865 or email cathterry11@btinternet.com I live near bath and it would be nice to see (there is still a few friend of Charmy Down about Remember the Smiths ,bradleys And most of all Kit Rawling and his wife. My mother who sadly past away last week age 91 used to darn their socks and their complements
we all used to look after the cows after school and play in the air raid shelters slide of the hay ricks I could go on
Terry Reynolds

Hi Terry
Your reference to 'good families' was right on the mark. Although it was extremely tough on the parents up there in those days, they raised their children the best way they could with mostly little or nothing. Jobs were scarce and food obtained anyway they could to feed their families. My two sisters and I have incredibly wonderful memories of being able to roam and explore. Remember old Lucy's watercrest pond? No real toys to speak of, but it didn't matter. Fantastic derelict structures, bomb shelters and haystacks to play in. Good family values all around even if Dad and his male neighbours poached and 'pinched' anything they could get their hands on to survive. This was only due to the need to feed and keep a family warm and dry in what started out as appalling conditions. They were all good people and helped each other. Mum and a neighbour would share an egg or turnip. When Dad referred to the 'Gang of Thieves' he was referring to himself and not the gypsies! Looking back and knowing others who were raised there, all in all we turned out well. Lots of wonderful memories of the place. There's lots of info out there now on the airfield itself and its fantastic role during the war as well as the ancient history of the down itself.

I think in this forum, its the first time that our experiences during that depressed post war time, another important bit of Charmy Down history, is now being remembered openly and put out there. That place lay a wonderful foundation for many of us kids who left there and went on to other parts of England and the world. It would be a dream come true to go back up to that place with others who lived there at that time. I'm in Canada now and there's another Charmy Down kid just an hour away from me in Ottawa. I was back in Bath a year ago and stayed on a canal boat right down at Pultney Bridge. What lucky kids we were to have experienced such a wonderful place like Bath and the lush and gorgeous country side of Charmy Down. If we get enough responses to this forum.......we may get a 'Gang of kids' back up there together at some point. The 'Thieves' sadly, are mostly gone now or like Dad, at 90, still full of stories about the place. Ah, the stories we can tell too.....well worth a trip back over the ocean!

PS Didn't Ozzy Bell run the Post office up there? Also, another family by the name of Rawlins (spelling by sound only)had two sisters, Hazel and Myrtle who sometimes looked after my two older sisters. We're all in our sixties now and they would be in their seventies.

I talked with my Dad and he is very pleased that the Marks family has made contact after all these years. Dad said that your family lived only one door away from my parents in the 'bottom' camp with a family called Rawlins (spelling?) in the hut between. Hazel and Myrtle Rawlings were the kids who lived there and they would be in their seventies now. Dad remembers that your family had a number of boys in it and a little girl named Beryl. Fair haired little Beryl was born on the bottom camp and my Mum was hastily called in to assist at her birth. That is maybe what my older sister remembers, but has her dates wrong thinking it was in the 1950's. Now, it must have been before 1950 because we moved up to the top camp where I was born in 1951.

Dad was laughing about how he and 'Marks' went out each night with blacken faces and poached the rabbits. Got chased by a bull in the pitch of night once too. Dad arrived home as day broke badly ripped up from throwing himself over a Black Thorn bush to get away. Yes, he paid for his sins. Oh yes.....Dad remembers that your Dad had a dog named George. Could sniff out anything! Anyway, I'm pretty sure that like us, your family started out on the bottom camp before going up to the middle camp. The bottom camp was somewhat dangerous especially with a pram. The slope on that side of the hill was precarious.

Wow, Cassie. The Owens family! It was only last week when I was talking to my older sister, Jennifer, about this web site and the wonderful connections to fellow Charmy Down 'Hut' people that she wrote me a funny email about Yvonne pushing her off her bike. That bike, a big old black ancient thing, was a very rare item indeed up there and Jen probably rode it around and drove all the other kids nuts. I'm five years younger and had no bike all through my childhood. Not allowed to touch it as Mum used it to go to work as a Char and scrub the floors up at Midford Castle. No wonder she was skin and bones with all that exercise up and down those hills. We Murrays lived very close to you with the O'Dwyers (Fran, Susan and Patsy were the kids) on the other side of our hut in the tower part. Jen's in Spain right now on holiday and I emailed her about your message yesterday. Here's her reply today:

OMG, Yvonne Owens!!! She pushed me off my bike and Mum told me to give her a good hiding and she never did it again. I'd love to make contact with her if she is still alive. I wonder if she would remember me. Our address was 16 Maple Grove and our Dad was the one who named the road we lived on. I do remember the Salvation Army coming on Sundays though. We would sneak in and sing "Sunshine Corners, all is bright and gay, All God's Children dah da da da...something or other". We would sing and they would give us apples.

Jen is as thrilled as I am to be sharing such a memorable time in our life. Not many kids get to run with such freedom today or get into what we did. Did you take over the farmer's cow trough with us thinking it was the best swimming pool ever? Poor cows were dying of thirst and we were probably in and out of the cow paties and into the filthy, slimy water as if we were in a pristine spring and we were the water babies. Once a week baths in the tin tub must have kept our immune systems healthy. We sure made the most of everything until told off or shooed away. Dad was a Catholic and didn't want us up with the Salvation Army. He had great admiration for them, but not sure that his little girls should be going there. Anyway, as soon as Dad left for work or to find work, Mum would shoo us off up there and we weren't allowed to tell. The absolute wonderment of it all. I remember standing there belting out every 'non catholic' song and glancing over at the table of fruit in hopes that we would get some for all of our effort and deceit then eat it fast and scarper home before Dad found out. We didn't tell Dad until we were adults. Dad got revenge when I was 50 years old though. While I rhapsodizing about having such a great Christmas tree in our hut, he informed me that it was simply an old stump with holes and branches he stuck in. Forerunner I guess to the fake tree of today. In my memories it was divine as are many more memories that I may have about such things. Dad used to pawn all sorts of items to try and get us Christmas presents. They stayed up all Christmas Eve once with doll heads bought from the Market in bath and Mum made the bodies and clothes by morning. Pawning wasn't always successful, but the wonderment of finding that doll at the bottom of the bed with a nut or two and a tangerine in our sock was marvelous. No feelings of deprivation at all. There's nothing better than coveting that big orange that the Salvation Army had on that table. I give them all I can when they are collecting money while out and about Christmas shopping.

We were often scarce of food and Mum would go down the lane to Pop Godwins and buy the less desirable Goat's milk for us. Awful stuff and I can still remember the taste. Our old tin tub was dragged out in front of the fire (Dad pinched the fireplace from somewhere) and used once a week for the Saturday night bath (same water for entire family) and the rest of the time to gut the illegal rabbits in as fast as Dad could snare them. Remember all the icicles and how cold and damp it would get? I remember Mum trying to melt the icicles in the tin bucket on the primus. She was a good Mum and I can honestly say that our feet never hit that cold floor when she plucked us from our straw or horsehair beds to dress us. One of my prized possessions is a gaudy china owl money bank. The kind of thing that you would win at a fair. That was our only bank and Mum and Dad saved as many shillings as they could so that we could go down to Weymouth. I remember Ozzy Bell who was the post master at Charmy Down drove us down there.

We left for Fox Hill in and about 1955/6. Immigrated to Canada in 1961. Once a Charmy Down kid......always one.

Hello Brian
can you send by email any old photos Whre did you live
Terry Reynolds

Hi,lovely to hear from you.My Email address is lynkenney1@gmail.com i have been talking to my sister Patricia who we believe was born in cedar grove at the bottom camp, and she has found a photograph of Mrs Murray holding a baby i will try to get a copy forwarded to you.The baby you are talking about was probably our sister Sylvia if the dates are right.There was 7 of us children, Robert, Beryl, Howard,Kenneth,myself and the other two i have mentioned.If you ever come to Bath perhaps we could meet up.

Hi, that little girl was not Beryl she was born in Marshfield in 1937, so that little girl must have been me LYNDA.

hi charmy down murray family great to know you rember us owens Yvonne is wellshe don't do laptops so in sure she willrember pushing jen of her bike as ican she had a good telling off loas of little things I rember going along to lucy goldwins farm to buy spud s sheused to wear black lace up boots lol I was were the same in the sixties also can you rember the school I rember a teacher calledmr painting
there so many little things if only I could write a book it would be great it was so cold like your family rember melting snow aslo rember dad putting bricks in the fire warming them upputting then in our beds

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Hi all Charmy Down people Let me fill you in My Name is Terry Reynolds I and my family was one of the first families to move to Charmy down we used to live at 1 Lime road the first hut on the left before you got to the junction to the airfield I had a sister name Sandra Reynolds who has passed away I have lots of fond memories of living in Charmy Down I remember the gang of the thieves
They were Gypsies pinching the old post office cables and old electric cables The other families was Smiths, Hales and lots of good families
If any one would like to meet me And take a trip to Charmy down please ring me 01225811865 or email cathterry11@btinternet.com I live near bath and it would be nice to see (there is still a few friend of Charmy Down about Remember the Smiths ,bradleys And most of all Kit Rawling and his wife. My mother who sadly past away last week age 91 used to darn their socks and their complements
we all used to look after the cows after school and play in the air raid shelters slide of the hay ricks I could go on
Terry Reynolds

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Hi all Charmy Down people Let me fill you in My Name is Terry Reynolds I and my family was one of the first families to move to Charmy down we used to live at 1 Lime road the first hut on the left before you got to the junction to the airfield I had a sister name Sandra Reynolds who has passed away I have lots of fond memories of living in Charmy Down I remember the gang of the thieves
They were Gypsies pinching the old post office cables and old electric cables The other families was Smiths, Hales and lots of good families
If any one would like to meet me And take a trip to Charmy down please ring me 01225811865 or email cathterry11@btinternet.com I live near bath and it would be nice to see (there is still a few friend of Charmy Down about Remember the Smiths ,bradleys And most of all Kit Rawling and his wife. My mother who sadly past away last week age 91 used to darn their socks and their complements
we all used to look after the cows after school and play in the air raid shelters slide of the hay ricks I could go on
Terry Reynolds

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Hi all Charmy Down people Let me fill you in My Name is Terry Reynolds I and my family was one of the first families to move to Charmy down we used to live at 1 Lime road the first hut on the left before you got to the junction to the airfield I had a sister name Sandra Reynolds who has passed away I have lots of fond memories of living in Charmy Down I remember the gang of the thieves
They were Gypsies pinching the old post office cables and old electric cables The other families was Smiths, Hales and lots of good families
If any one would like to meet me And take a trip to Charmy down please ring me 01225811865 or email cathterry11@btinternet.com I live near bath and it would be nice to see (there is still a few friend of Charmy Down about Remember the Smiths ,bradleys And most of all Kit Rawling and his wife. My mother who sadly past away last week age 91 used to darn their socks and their complements
we all used to look after the cows after school and play in the air raid shelters slide of the hay ricks I could go on
Terry Reynolds

Lynda I'm absolutely thrilled that our Mum was there to assist at your birth. Now it all makes so much more sense because I remembered Beryl as a teenager and Dad confused me with the dates. We will have to forgive our Dad for getting the babies confused, but he did light up like a spark when talking about how he and 'Marks' got up to things in order to feed us! From what I can tell, it appears that your Dad taught my Dad a thing or two about survival in those harsh times.

If you have a photo of our Mum, it would be one of the few in this world from that time. In fact, I have a big lump in my throat just thinking that someone out there has one. There are only a few of me and my sisters from that time and then you need a magnifying glass to identify us! Mum was a remarkable woman and there for anyone who needed her. She did the best with what life threw at her and would do anything to make a good home for her family. She worked hard to the day she died at 59 years old and only months short of finally retiring. She would scrub any floor and roll up her sleeves without hesitation to do anything dirty job that no one else would do. She even took in babies from the National Health Nurse at the top camp to wash and look after for women who found it all too much. All this for nothing in return. Her motto was to just get on with it and do what you have to do. As a result, she raise three daughters with a sound set of values and work ethic. Not bad for a woman who was born in 24 Milk Street, then a place of poverty and moved up to Round Hill Park and then joined the RAF. That's where she met our Dad and then started life at Charmydown. I've written down some of the stories of their beginnings there. Heartbreaking and sometimes funny too. Its all folklore in our family now and my husband of 40 odd years has heard them all and thoroughly enjoys visiting up at Charmy Down when we visit Bath. He's heard so many of Dad's tails and those that Mum told that he 'knows' how I feel when I'm there. Its such a special place. Let me know what happened during and after Charmy Down with your Mum and Dad and siblings too.

I have just found some photos of what I have of us during the Charmy Down era. They might spark a memory with someone. Not all are taken at Charmy Down, but certainly while we lived there. There's a couple at the bottom camp hut with Jen and Marion. I think the girl behind them is one of the Rawlings girls who lived between our hut and yours. I also have some old newspaper clippings about Charmy Down and the 'hutments' there and will scan and send them to you too. Let me know if you could see the pdf that I made of the photos. Big attachment and all photos 'blown up' from those tiny little prints we used to get from the old brownie camera.

Hi Terry
I have a few photos of our family from that time in PDF form and will attempt to send to you. it may spark a memory. Also, I have to figure out how to scan the Bath Chronicle articles about Charmy down 'hutments' from the early sixties. I'm so sorry that your Mum passed away. Like all our Mums, she was a vital link for all of us to that time. I certainly hope life was better for her after Charmy Down. Our Mum knit until the end of her life at 59 years old. It became a habit. She was too used to knitting and unravelling wool from old gerseys to knit us our clothes all through our childhood. Did your Mum darn until the end too? Delighted to hear that you cared for the cow up there. I do remember being accused by the farmer of terrifying them and keeping them from that wonderful water pool, their trough.

I have just finished writing you a message and see that the site would not let it post. Frustrating and I see that some other messages are missing based on what I have received via email notifications. TOO BAD. I suggest that anyone using the site should try and save what the are writing before it goes POOF.

Yes, lucy with the long skirts and a berry on her head. Rifle or something like that under her arm too. Scared the heck out of me. Kept me away from the watercrest pond though. Could have drowned. No Mums around back then to watch our every move. Too busy with babbies and hard work!!

Our Mum dolled out the meals at the local school there. You kids probably got an extra dollop of spuds from her too.

Hi Terry,

My name is Jennifer Murray. I was born in 1945 and moved to the lower camp with my parents at the age of 2. My parents were Allan and Anne Murray. Dad worked on the coal deliveries at first then became a carpenter and eventually worked for Arnold Emery. He did a lot of the stone restoration work after the bombing of Bath. Arnold Emery is dead now but I understand his sons now run a very large company in Bath to this day. I also remember the Rawlings family. They lived behind the Richardson's and had two daughter, Hazel and Myrtle. Also, beside the Richardson's (daughter Valerie who was my friend) were the Peaston's. The Peaston's had a son and daughter but I can't remember their names. Do you remember the post office run by Ozzy Bell and his wife? They were good friends to my parents and the eventually moved to Castle Combe. Around 1955 they relocated the Charmy Down families to Council Houses all around Bath. We ended up at Foxhill, Combe Down. I believe the Rawlings moved to Lower Weston as did the O'Dwyers. Unfortunately, because we had no telephones in those days we lost tract of most of the families. Such a shame as they all shared the same hardships as well as a wonderful comradery. My sisters, Marion and Sarah, went to St. John's Catholic School and I eventually went to La Sainte Union Convent after my 11+. In 1961, we emigrated to Canada as our Dad is a Canadian. He was in the Newfoundland Night Squadron as and aircraft mechanic. Mum was a local Bath girl and she was a dinner lady at the Charmy Down School until we moved away. Despite the near poverty conditions our parents endured in those post-war years, we kids never felt neglected. In fact, I believe we had a rather idyllic childhood as we were free as the birds to wander for miles all day picking blackberrie, bluebells and primroses and play in the fields and derelict old buildings and bomb shelters. What wonderful fodder for a novel!
My sister, Sarah, has contributed a lot to this quest for Charmy Down Scruffy Kids and I hope more and more people weigh in on the conversation. Next time I'm in England I will definitely give you a ring and maybe we can have a drink at the pub!!! Keep the conversations going...
Warm regards,
Jennifer Murray

Hi, are you Beryl Marks in which case we were probably friends up Charmy Down. My name is Jennifer Murray and I was born in 1945. How old are you? The families I remember up there were the Tilleys, Brimsons, Tranters, O'dwyers, Peastons, Richardsons, Rawlings, I remember the school where my sisters went and our mum was the dinner lady. I went to the Batheaston infant school and then to St. John's in Bath. Our family emigrated to Canada in 1961 but my sisters and I go back to England as often as possible and can't stop ourselves from going up the hill past Pop Godwin's farm and gazing over the gate and remembering what a remarkable childhood we had there. Indelible memories of a magical time. Love to hear from you some time.

Hi Jennifer
I was born 1943 also went to Batheaston infants school then to Charmy Down primary school then to Walcot landed up at Whiteway Bath live at Number 1 last hut on right towards the conning tower had sister Sandra Reynolds PS I have a school photo some children you may be in the picture If yuo have an email I will sent it to you
Terry Reynolds cathterry11@btinternet.com