Hawker of Morwenstow by Marjorie Lawrey
It has often been said that the Church of England is rich in eccentrics, and one of these must surely have been Robert Stephen Hawker,
Category: Yesteryear
D Day for a Truronian by Alan Murton
So Many HeroesTerence John Murton (RAF 1941/46)1924 – 1979 I lived on a hill, not any old hill. It was the hill in Truro where
Redruth Revival Murders by Michael Tangye
1824. King George IV reigned. The mining town of Redruth had not yet reached the height of its prosperity. Its shallow, immensely rich copper lodes
How do you know you’re back where you belong? by Alan Murton
How do you know?When the winter sun is shining and the sea is cobalt blue,When the golden sand is gleaming, Atlantic rollers sweeping inAnd you
“Where I belong…” by Alan Murton
Empty winter beachebb tide leaves mirrored pools.Lovers stroll, hold hands.Seabirds wheeling high, reach for the towering crags,swoop to foaming surf.gone the summer throng,stretches the endless
Family Memories of Porthgwarra by Christine Gendall
My father’s family fished out of Porthgwarra, near Land’s End, for at least three generations and they knew that area of cliffs, rocks, tides, and
Mary Kelynack & The Great Exhibition by Michael Tangye
The Great Exhibition of 1851 held in the Crystal Palace at Hyde Park, as a symbol “of British greatness and prosperity”, caused great excitement throughout
Truro in the Second World War. By Alan Murton in 1995
When did you first realise that the years you have lived through are “History” to others? The shock hit me in my forties when I
Cornwall’s Remarkable Adits by Allen Buckley
Cornwall’s mining history is well known, and hundreds of books have been written on most aspects of what is undoubtedly an impressive story. Although there
A Midnight Encounter by Thomas Shaw
St. Blazey Gate Methodist Church which was built in 1824 stands on the left-hand side of the road from St. Austell to St. Blazey at
Yesterdays – Some Other Ways Of Earning a Living by Dulcie Wing
I wonder if any of our readers can recollect the sandman? I first knew of him when I went to stay with my Aunt Mary
Morwenna’s Place by Mike Whitaker
The year is 550 A.D. (give or take). A Celtic princess, young and beautiful (all princesses are beautiful – this one probably red haired with
Idle Thoughts from Cornwall by Cornubian in 1996
I first conducted a Cornish brass band at the age of three. At the time, I was perched on my father’s shoulders waving my little
What May Means to me by Jill Biddle Obby Oss 1996
A poem written by Jill Biddle with scans of the original photos by Terry Harry of Padstow’s Obby Oss. Hopefully it will remind everyone of