After An Gof by Peter Waterfield
I ‘m looking at the dramatic painting by Donald MacLeod called Crossing the Tamar – the Cornish Rebellion. Under flaring torches and waving banners of St. Piran, An Gof and Thomas Flamank (the only man on horseback) lead what is called “the pitchfork army” across the Tamar. It’s a triumphal scene, though “pitchfork army” fails […]
Thomas Flamank by PO Munn
The unsung qualify of the 1497 leadership – why we marched for him…. It has been said that the Cornish like arguing a point. Much of their history is known through their exploits in court to prove it! We should not, therefore, be surprised to find a lawyer as one of the leaders of the […]
Fourteen Ninety Seven by Richard Gendall
This article was written for us in 1997 by the late great Richard Gendall. He died in Liskeard in September 2017 at the age of 93. He belonged to a Penzance family which moved to St Blazey when he was very young and later to St Winnow. A very highly respected Cornishman. The summer of […]
1497 – 1997 March to Blackheath
These two pages have been scanned from a 1997 Cornwall Today, Yesterday & Dreckly magazine photo feature. In this diretory you will see other articles about the 1497 rebellion.
Cornish Superstition by Chris Simons
Many superstitions are common to several parts of Britain, but some have their roots in specific areas. The ones I intend to talk about are rooted in Cornwall, starting in the far west on the Isles of Scilly. In Porth Hellick there is a barren spot of land, surrounded by luxuriant grass. The grass never […]
Footprints In The Sand written by Edna Cass in 1997
This article featured in Cornwall Today, Yesterday & Dreckly in 1997 We have added the wonderful poem “Trebetherick by John Betjeman“The original photos were taken by Terry Harry, they have for this articel been scanned from the printed magazine. The teapot raised. I stopped and stared at the television screen. Apparently it was wet, windy […]
The Olympic Torch in Truro 19th May 2012 Photos by Terry Harry
Even more chat with Maid Lowenna Joy Stevenson
I bin in sum shiack you, wuz goin down be tha splatt und went flyun auvurr a geat stawne thut cum abrawd frum tha kerb und down I waint. Talk bout a lash up av lerrups? Not awnly that I wuz uz black uz tha devil’s crowst bag cuz I failed top a eap av […]
Bit more chat with Maid Lowenna
A few explanations of Cornish Dialect. Ee wuz left ta gaw. – Neglected and now needs attention. Where ee to un? – Where are you? There’s knaw top nun bottom to un. – Don’t depend on him. Standun in iz awn light. – Failing to grasp the situation. Scat ta ribbuns – Smashed up. Streamun […]
Oswald Prior Cartoons
Oswald Pryor (15 February 1881 – 13 June 1971) was a South Australian cartoonist noted for his depictions of life particularly of miners from Cornwall. A few to start with there are many more, when I can find them.
Some Wedding Humour
A husband is living proof that a wife can take a joke. A best man’s speech needs to be like a mini-skirt; short enough to be interesting, but long enough to cover the bare essentials. A wedding ring is like a tourniquet: it cuts off your circulation. Always in the bride’s mind as the happy […]
How Folk Earned A Living On Some Of Our Yesterdays By Dulcie Wing
Between the two World Wars many young men would be seen peddling goods from door to door, especially in the country villages. Most of these men were ex-servicemen who after spending years in the 1914 to 1918 war had no job to come back to. so would set out with a little box of pins, […]
The Cathedral of the Moors – Altarnun Church by Kath Keen
Travelling west on Cornwall’s main artery, the A30 road, the sometimes bleak, sometimes wild, but always beautiful expanse of Bodmin Moor begins, a short distance from Launceston. About eight miles from that ancient gateway to Cornwall, and situated off the A30 is the parish of Altarnun. Many years ago, this little hamlet was known as […]
The Wrecker by Neville Paddy
Customs man with his musket primed, Death within his curled finger, No mercy given within his aim, On a wrecker who dared to linger, Fired lead ball struck naked flesh, Hurling the wrecker into foam, Death’s reaching hand lay upon him, A body bloody lay upon sea stone, Rum, bitter, against a salted throat, Final […]