Now for another little yarn…

When we lived in Gravesend we didn’t live far from the swimming baths as you know.  My mum said you are not allowed in the water until you can swim, so I had an old chair without a back on it so that I could practise.  I would put my tummy on the chair and move like a frog, arms and legs going like the clappers.  Very good I used to think to myself.  So dear Gert knitted Lena and me two swimming suits, ‘arf lovely’, bright red, mine with a big blue letter B and Lena’s was a big L. On Sunday morning you could get into the swimming baths for a penny (that was if you went at seven o’clock).  So off we go, put our swim gear on, hat on (mine nearly covered my eyes as well as my hair).  It was so exciting, very cold, we put our bands on our legs (we were the only two in there) walked down the steps giggling as well as shivering, got really wet.  Well you should have seen the water, all the red dye came out of the wool and when we stood up the crutch of our costumes were around our ankles, we tried to grab it up and tried to wring out the water, the thin little straps looked like string, it was awful.  We never wore them again.  So I still swim on my chair with all my clothes on…

We could get into the pictures on Saturday mornings for a penny to see Roy Rogers etc.   We all used to sing when we got there:

‘ Oh come along and join the party,

Let’s enrol you as a chum with all your pals so gay and hearty,

You can hardly wait for Saturday to come.

So along at every meeting the Majestic takes some beating,

That’s why I shout whoopee, I’m glad I am a union chum’.

We would shout as loud as we could.  The film used to follow on just when Roy Rogers was caught in a huge fire…will he get out, see next week.  We just couldn’t wait to see.  Mind you Trigger his horse was so clever.

We had to go to church every Sunday.  At Easter time most people would have a new outfit. Lena had a new coat and hat in blue, it was ‘Deanna Durbin’ style.  She did look nice in it though, bless her.

In the winter the ice would freeze on the pond at the bottom of Battle Street, it was not all that deep. We, the whole gang of us would go down on a full moon night to slide on it, being moonlight made it more exciting, boys had to hold us up.  None of your ‘hanky panky’ then ‘honest’.  I still didn’t know where babies came from let alone know how to make them, we must have been a bit thick.

Years ago we used to have a big block of salt, like a loaf.  We used to grate it to put it in a salt cellar, also the nutmeg would look like an acorn, it was a swine to grate.  When mum made the puddings for Christmas we would have to grate the suet which came in a big skin.  Thus the saying, ‘a bladder of lard’.  We would all have to help clean the fruit and take all the seeds out.  It took a long time and then we would have to go out the next day to the hop fields and find all the old bits of poles and bring them home.  Mum would poke them up the copper hole and put a stick across the copper to boil for about six hours, it took ages and they would be made six months before they were needed.

Mum used to keep the bars of carbolic soap in a big box so it went very hard, it would last longer then.

We would pick sage and wash it then hang it up to dry and then put it in brown paper bags to hang in the pantry.

Wash day was all day.  Mum would wash it put all the whites in the copper, take it out, then what she would call ‘sudsit’.  Put it in clear water, rinse it again then put it through the water that had a ‘Reckitts blue bag’ in a little muslin cloth. Then starch what was needed and put it all through a big wringer with big wooden rollers and finally peg it on a line and prop it up with a big two pronged pole (just a pole each end to hold it tight).  I hated wash day.

Dinner would be mashed potato and swede. Poor mum would be wet through with sweat, but she loved to see it blowing in the breeze.  I can never remember seeing it get wet with rain.

My brother Fred mended our shoes.  When he was angry, which wasn’t very often, he would only have to look at us and ‘dearo dearo dearo’ we would be off like a shot.  He was really lovely.  We were all proud of him.  He built a shed for himself which he used to bath in.  His mates would come round and he would put on boxing gloves to spar around.  He and Lil got on very well, Lil would have a go at most things, ride on the back of his motor bike.  They were always singing and Lil would yodel.

Getting back to Mum’s Dad, he used to wear ‘toe rags’.  They could not afford socks, so he would take a strip of old sheeting and before he went out he would bind it round his feet before putting on his boots.  Mum said he would do it very neat.  They used to wear ‘combinations’ ‘coms’ for short in those days.  Men and women wore them.  They were like vests with long sleeves and long legged knickers, which came down to your knees, all in one piece.  They had a big opening front and back which you just pulled apart to use the toilet.  They were made of woollen material which must have made one itch like mad  (worse than your petticoat Em).

Food and shops

This is a bit about the food and shops we had.  The cheese would be in a thick muslin, round in shape and weighed fifty six pounds before being cut.  They would take the muslin off and then a thick skin or rind as they called it.  The balls of Edam cheese would cost about 2/6d each for a whole one.  Dried peas were sold by the pint, they were all in a large hessian sack on the floor of the shop, they used to have a little block of soda to cook in with them. Dates would also be in one big block and they would cut out how many you wanted.   Woolworths was a six penny store nothing was sold over sixpence, they had a rail that went around the stores quite high, the girls would put your money in a little box then put it on this line and pull a lever which would take your money to another assistant who would take it out and put your change into it, then it would run round this bar and bring it back to you.  There was always a chair for people to sit on, you needed to sit and wait for your change.

Woolworths, Gillingham, Kent, c.1923

Drapers was another old shop in Gravesend , they sold all really old fashioned gear like fleecy petticoats, long johns, bodices and even fleecy knickers, they used to have three farthings on all of their stock.  Then there was Caveys, they used to give you pieces of tin money, after you had collected so many you could get something with it (like reward cards of today).  We would get three pen’oth of chips and a big bag of crackling from Maxfield’s fish shop.  The fish was nine pence a piece. Milk was tuppence for a pint, the well off kids at school could have little 1/3rd pint bottles of milk for a half penny (too dear for us kids).

As school we had a desk with a hole for the inkwell, we had to dip our pens in it for writing.

The used to sell live animals at the market in Gravesend, dogs, cats, birds, rats, mice even monkeys.  By the side of them would be a man selling roasted chestnuts on top of an old barrel.  They used to smell lovely.  You could also take a basin and get it full of ice cream from Papa’s ice cream parlour for six pence.

Back to Cobham

Now to get back to my youth in Cobham.  As I said Vi lived next door to our mum, she now had Barb and Glenys (Gen Gen always called her).  She was very tiny but she was the most stubborn child I have ever come across. Well Vi wanted to move up into the house in the wood, right up in Cobham Park past the Mausoleum, very lonely.  It was a lovely house, Neville was away in the army so mum decided that I would have to go and live with her and the children.  Well we were both very frightened at night so it was decided that Ern came up there to live with us. It was only three bedrooms, I had to sleep downstairs in the sitting room.  I couldn’t understand why Ern couldn’t sleep downstairs.  Vi’s bedroom had a small nursery leading straight off from her room.  There was a huge cellar under the house which had lots of room and was very cold.  The sitting room was big, then a hallway with red brick flooring and a kitchen.  There was no electricity and in the summer no water.  Ern and I would take a big bath down to the farmer’s house to bring water back, the farm was called Knights Place.  We were very happy living there.  At Christmas Ern would cut the top from an old Ern would cut the top from an old Yew tree or Holly and Vi and I waited until all the nippers were in bed and then we would titivate it with all the bits of toffee papers and made pom poms out of wool.  We took a Dr White’s (sanitary towels) to bits for cotton wool and cut silver bits from chocolate wrappers (which we mostly found along the way) and hung holly berries from cotton.  We put flour on the earth to look like snow and in the morning Ern would build a nice big log fire then play carols on his mouth organ.  We would then call the children to come and see it.  On top of the tree we put a star made from cardboard.  If you could see their little faces, it made us want to cry.  Then we would all sing carols together. For lunch we would have pheasant and rabbit pie for tea.   The children would help me making mince pies.  After tea we would play I spy or hunt the thimble, saying ‘hot’ or ‘cold’.  If we had a balloon we would play for hours until it burst on the holly above the pictures.   We would tell those stories and then have a sing song with Ern playing his mouth organ and the rest of us with a comb and paper.  If nothing else it tickled your lips and made the kiddies happy.   They were really lovely kids.

When I said we lived up the park, it was past the Mausoleum which was built like and Egyptian pyramid it had been built for Lord Darnley’s family when they died.  It was a lovely building and had an alter up the front steps and when you went round the back and down the deep steps there were all the divisions for coffins.  It was really a vault but it was never consecrated so therefore they could not bury anyone there.  It had a six foot or more spiked fence around it, shame it has been ruined now by hooligans.  I won’t tell you what was painted on the walls, some very funny things, it is so sad how these things happen.

The Cobham Mausoleum today

One night I was walking with Pam through the wood, she said ‘Aunty what is the moon’ it was a very windy night when the clouds raced across the sky, well I said ‘God made the sun to give us nice warm days so we could leave our coats off and he gave us the moon so that when it is dark we can see the way’.  Just after saying this, the moon popped through the clouds, we were just going by the mausoleum she looked and said ‘good old God, thank you’.  I am sure he heard her.

Barbara used to walk all the way down to Cobham school on her own, bless her.  We would hear her coming home long before she reached the house, she would be singing ‘coming home my darling, coming home to you’.  I think she heard Vi, her mum, singing this often.

Ern and I would go out every evening setting snares for rabbits and very often a pheasant or two and enough wood for Vi for the fire next day.  One night we had been out in the pouring rain and Ern shot a hen pheasant.  Now we tried not to let the children know about them, so we would take them straight in the back shed, which was behind the house.  Well this night we went into Vi and said we have put the rabbit (and winked to let Vi know what we meant) in the back shed.  After a while Pam came down from her bedroom wanting the lavatory, so we said ‘well hurry up and get back to bed’.  She was only a minute when she came back I hear her say to Barbara ‘they told mummy it was a rabbit, but it sure looks like a brown  chicken to me’.

Ern kept the garden filled with veg, he grew some lovely little cucumbers but our silly cat used to eat them as they grew.  We also had a black Leghorn chicken, her name was Clara Cluck, she would crow very loud every morning but she used to lay lovely brown eggs.   The children would hold her, she never used to mind.

After a while they put a barrage balloon up near our house, they were very nice lads.  They would chat away to Barb on her way home.  That was when the doodlebugs were coming over.  The siren was at Singlewell it was called Wailing Winnie, it would give one long blast when the danger was over and wailing ones when the air raid was on.  It made ever such a loud noise.  We all breathed a sigh of relief when it was over.

Then Vi gave birth to little Nev, Glenys was only about fifteen months old and being so tiny made it look worse.  Anyway Vi was getting a bit fed up with being up the park, Neville was hoping to get out of the army soon.  Ern and I were hoping to get married.  Mind you, I loved living in the wood.  We used to watch the bracken peep through in the spring and get to beautiful ferns by summer, then come autumn it was gold, it was so lovely.  To this day I never see bracken without re-living those gorgeous years we had.  To be in love with the most handsome guy and walk hand in hand through the park stealing a kiss here and there.  Also sometimes we would see the deer and their fawns and dad close by with his big antlers, on guard. Rabbits running here and there and listening to the pheasants calling to each other, it made up for everything else that had happened and having no money.  We didn’t even feel poor, I would lie in bed at night and think how lucky we were. I felt secure now I had Ern by my side. Mind you I had always had a lot of love from my sisters, not Gert so much but I knew Fred loved me ‘cos he told me so and I now had my very own man to love me.  Sorry I am getting a bit carried away sounds like a Mills and Boon yarn.  Just you remember the most important thing in life is to be loved, you can do without money but to be loved you can deal with anything else.  It always got me through everything in life, sometimes you feel as if no one in the world cares or understands you.  You think ‘I’m not like other people, I’m sure they don’t feel like I do about things’ but deep down they do.  Anyway sorry I get a bit carried away.

We asked Lord Darnley if he could find work for Neville, he said ‘yes and you can come and live in the Hall’, so we moved down there.  By this time Vi was expecting another baby.

Ern and I decided to get married, we still didn’t have any money.  Our new address was: Chauffeur’s Quarters, Cobham Hall, it was where years before Lord Darnley’s chauffeur lived.  Mrs Knight (who I mentioned before) her husband was the chauffeur.

Another little tale while on the subject, Lord Darnley’s mother, the Dowager of Cobham Hall moved to a place called ‘Puckle Hill’, now I am going back seventy six years.  Mrs Knight had Doris and Irene, she lived in the gate house of Puckle Hill, then Ken was born he is now fourteen months old.  Mrs Knight waited for her husband to come home, (thought he cannot be driving the Darnley’s around this late) so she went down to the big house (by the way it was right in the middle of a huge wood) to look for him. When she went by the garage he was in there with the head cook from the house….Well you can imagine they went mad at each other.  Anyway Mrs Knight said he went off with the cook that very night and she never saw him again!

One day I will show you where all this happened. Mrs Knight hated men after this, Doris has never even had a boyfriend, she is ninety years old as I write this.  Rene lived it up a bit, but sadly Ken died in his sixties, it must have been like the series ‘Upstairs Downstairs’.

Another story was one or the servants at Cobham Hall fell in love with one of the Lords, so she went up to the top of the pleasure grounds to one of the big ponds and took all her clothes off and jumped in and drowned herself.

Another yarn was about a girl called Peggy Taylor who was madly in love with one of them but she walked up the pleasure grounds and went out to the golf course and hung herself.   The path she took is still called Peggy Taylor’s walk.

There was also a gorgeous marble seat and shelter where Charles Repton did lots of his writing you may come across his name in history books.

I cannot begin to tell you all the different yarns.

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Hopping in WWII

Hop picking

When we were still young, we used to go down to Yalding to go hopping.  We had some good fun.  We used to stay in an old barn next to the pub in Laddingford, The Chequers, the one I mentioned earlier.  All the old Londoners’ would come down and stay in the old hop huts.  There were loads of them.  They would sing all day, filthy dirty most of them and kids galore, I thought they were great fun.  They would pinch anything they could lay their hands on, even chickens.  When hopping pay day came, what a party, they would bring the piano out of the pub and dance and sing all around the pub green.  They all got drunk, even the women!  We used to do the Lambeth Walk with them and the noise could be heard miles away.  Old Tom would come down at the weekends (worse luck).  We only had this one room in the barn.  Lena and I slept in a very old bed in a dark corner, mum had another bed right up the other end, well Tom gets drunk as usual and ‘dirty old sod’ wet mum’s bed through.  We spent all next day trying to wash the sheets and blankets and get them dry.  If I had been mum I would have killed him.

Sunday mornings Uncle Percy would take us over ‘Daddy’s Bridge’ over the river Medway to go in his rowing boat.  Lena, myself, Ruby and Gerald, they were Percy’s two children.  It was lovely, he was very good at rowing the boat.  It was so pretty, all the wild flowers, king fishers and dragon flies also lots of different birds.  We would go a long way and coming back he would let us have a jam jar on a string to dangle in the water to catch really tiny silver fishes.  I loved every minute of it.  I could never understand my uncle Percy, he would talk so fast I didn’t catch what he said.  He and his wife Aunt Lil. He and his wife Aunt Lil would have their dinner on Sundays send the kids out and lock the door then go to bed.  He liked his beer, they must have been very tired don’t you think!

We also used to go hop picking on Mr Pye’s farm at Cobham during the war years, it lasted seven weeks.  Whenever the air raid siren went off and the ‘planes came over we used to have to run in the woods for shelter so that they didn’t see us. Mum would give us ‘hop pocks’ (big yellow sacks) to put on our heads, it made one feel safe but I don’t really think they were any good…still it was all in the mind.

Children hop picking

Doodle Bugs and plane crashes

When I worked on Mr Lawrence’s farm, one day a ‘plane (one of ours) tried to limp home to the airdrome but it didn’t make it and came down in the potato fields and killed two of the women workers.  One was my friend Florrie Vouseden’s mum the other was Mrs Redsell’s sister.  It was awful.  Will tell you more later. We had another plane come down at Henhurst and killed Mrs Dine, knocked her house nearly all down.

Mind you it was really frightening, the doodle bugs were even worse.  You could hear them buzzing very loud and then suddenly stop.  Everyone held their breath until you heard the huge bang.  There would be a lot of shrapnel dropping from the big guns which would kill you if they hit you.  I was always scared they might drop gas bombs.  I wouldn’t like to live through that again.  We were the lucky ones.

I wish you could have seen how people were in those days, it was so different.  People always had time to stop and speak to you and always were very helpful.  The good times and the bad I suppose.  Old Tom was the worst thing in our lives, he would always manage to be out of work when mum went hop picking, so he would want half of her money.

Mum takes ill

One day mum was taken very ill, the doctor came and said she must go to the hospital at once, he was afraid her appendix would burst.  So in she goes.  That night Tom sat in the kitchen with Lena and myself.  He said to Lena ‘Bet will have to sleep with me tonight, look at me.  I am shaking like a leaf’.  I said no way.  Lena said if she does, I’m going as well.   Well this shaking bit I had seen before, as you will remember.   Anyway he made us get into his bed, first time I can ever remember being so near to Lena.  We kept well over our side.  He had been drinking, so we soon heard him snoring.  We quick as we could, got out then heard ‘where do you think you are going’ we just ran in our room and blocked the door so he couldn’t get in.  The next morning about three am (it was damp and foggy) I woke Lena and said ‘come on we are going over to Sole Street to find Vi and Lil’, it seemed a long way but we finally got there, we had a job to wake them up.  We told them about Old Tom, we were also very worried about our poor mum.  They said don’t worry we will see about it, they gave us some food to take to school.  I thought about it all day.  Vi and Lil said don’t tell Tom anything.  We were hardly indoors (Tom was in his usual place right in front of the fire) when in through the door came my brother Fred, Tom got up ‘hello Fred mate’ he said going to shake hands with Fred.

Fred got hold of him by the throat and gave him such a bashing his nose was bleeding.  He dropped to the floor and begged Fred to forgive him.  Fred said ‘if mum wasn’t so ill I would kill you, if you ever try anything again I will come back and finish you off’.  He took us to one side and said ‘don’t ever tell mum what has happened, but you tell me if he does or says anything to you again, I don’t think he will’.

Well we go to the hospital on Sunday to visit mum, who was doing quite well, she said ‘poor dad fell over and hurt himself and he’s got a very sore throat, he has a job to talk’.  Lena and I just looked at one another. It was a lovely feeling to see him look so uneasy.   Forever after that he was very wary of what he said and did.

Now it was very clear what had been going on, he had no doubt tried his tricks with all of us, Glad, Ivy, Lena and myself.

It was also clear to me now why Ivy had died.  I was not supposed to have seen the newspaper but I did the day after Ivy died, on the front page of the paper the headline read ‘Girl Commits Suicide’.  I know in my heart that it was what Ivy had done, knowing her as I did, but they brought in the verdict as an accident.  I hated Tom even more.

Soon after this Vi came to live next door to mum. Dolly Mrs Knight’s sister moved away.   Lil came to live opposite the Darnley Arms.

Before I met Ern I had several boy friends like you do.  I fancied Roy Morris and Stanley Jackson.  Then at different places Teddy Tall, Bobby White, David Ralph, Ken Knight, Len Barden and my Norman Beckham.  My Norm was lovely, he had very black curly hair and really blue eyes, he was really nice but he was so shy he would go bright red whenever I spoke to him.  He had three brothers, one died at twelve and another was killed in the war.  I fancied Ern, I told Norm and he cried, I felt really mean. When he was old enough he joined the army and was sent abroad where he was very badly wounded and sent home for a long stay in hospital in Blackburn.  His mum used to live in Battle Street, Cobham.  I’ve only seen him once since then and it was not to speak to.

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A girl in Cobham village

Now to get back to my life as a girl in the village…

I went to Cobham school until I was fourteen, it was a lovely village, everyone knew everyone else and were always willing to help.  Mind you everyone knew everybody’s little bits of gossip.  We had a nurse she lived in the next house up from us, very handy.  She would do all sorts of jobs, she was the midwife for everyone but if you had anything the matter with you she could usually fix it.  Her name was Nurse Backhouse, she used to plod more than walk.  You never saw her hurry.  It was too much to pay for a doctor, so she was kept pretty busy.  Mr Gander owned the shop which sold everything that people could afford, mind you during the war we all had ration books so you just had all that was due to you.  We would hurry into his shop once the word got around that he had golden syrup in.   You would have to take your own jar and he would put in the amount you were allowed.

I forgot to tell you that when we moved out to Cobham, Lena and I had to walk out with the dog (another Dandy). He was a nice dog, brown and black not all that big, he was still chained up in the kennel outside, poor thing.  When mum wasn’t around I would bring him in, he would sit close to the fire, I could nearly smell him burning.  I used to have to take him out for all his runs.  I was always late for school.  I would hear the bell go for us to be in school.

One day mum bought me a brand new pair of plimpsoles (9 pence). I ran down the church path chasing Dandy and trod on half a broken bottle and cut right through the plimpsole, my foot was bleeding quite badly, the curve of the bottle caught in the soft side of the shoe. When I went home mum was so angry , I had such a hiding. ‘I expect you were being silly and not looking where you were going, well you don’t get another pair, I can tell you that’.  When she wasn’t looking I poked my tongue out !

Shelia Sands was one of my friends, so we saved our money and walked over to my sister Gert to go into Longfield village to have our hair permed.  It would cost five shillings, took a long time to save it  so as we walked out after being made all ‘posh’ we decided to get a train back to Sole Street, only two stops away.  Very exciting.  Well when we arrived at Sole Street, we were too far back in the train, we looked out to see only tracks.  ‘Don’t worry’ says Shelia they will pull up a bit more in a minute, like hell they did, we went right down to Chatham.  We then had to walk all the way home.  Mind you we were able to cut across the golf links so that saved a bit of time.  We were very tired when we at last got home so we never did that again.

Working at Cobham Hall

The park was full of deer, it used to look lovely.  I left school at fourteen and went to work down at Cobham Hall.  Mrs Knight who lived near us told mum that Lord Darnley needed people to pick daffodils for him.  Mrs Knight to used ride what they called a ‘sit up and beg’ bike with a basket on the handle bars.  So off we go, down the lime trees avenue to the hall.  I loved it, money wasn’t too good but you never had a big wage whatever you did.   We did all different types of work.  We were working with Mr Charles Bicker, just the three of us.  Even milked the pet cow.  One day Lady Darnley came home with this cow, someone had given her.  There was a lovely dairy and place to keep her in.  We called her Buttercup, she was gorgeous.  She used to go for a long walk with Mr Bicker over to a farmer at Thong.  He had a bull, when the calf arrived it was so exciting it was a lovely little boy, we called him Billy , he used to suck my belt on my mac.  Then he had to go away.  I cried to see him go but Buttercup had Daisy next then Tulip.  I will tell you more about them later.

Cobham Hall

Then Lady Darnley wanted Buttercup to have an artificial injection so she did and had a boy calf.  He was so cute but one day he wasn’t well.  Lady Darnley said ‘don’t worry about it Bicker, I am a firm believer in ‘faith healing’.  He wanted her to call the vet but no she had this woman faith healer, Mrs Gilbert, she looked at the calf, did a few silly hands touching.  She said ‘I can see rays and powers of healing going right into him’ she said ‘I am good with animals, because they never resist me like people’ (what a load of bunkham).  The vet came the next day, the little calf had died in the night.  He had swallowed a piece of wire which had got stuck in his tummy, the very said he could have saved him with an operation.

There was a dear old horse in the field, we called him Nobby, no one seemed to own him, he would just roam around with the cows, so he always had hay and water.

Lord Darnley had daffodils named from A to Z they were beautiful.  There was a large kitchen garden with eight greenhouses, it had a very high red brick wall all around it.   There was a huge potting shed, a big rose garden and a large orange house.  We grew white and black grapes, peaches, nectarines , figs, plums, pears, quinces and russet apples.   Flowers grown were out of this world.   Such happy days, it was my idea of ‘paradise’.

We used to weed and clear all the ground of what was called the ‘pleasure gardens’.  The old chalet was there that Charles Dickens had done lots of his writing in.  It was a very pretty building, you had to come outside to go up the steps into the room at the top.  It is now down in Rochester I am told.

Swiss Cottage, Cobham, where Dickens would visit. Photo by Catherine Ward, c.1901. (Kent Archaeological Society collections ref. B04-05)

There was also the coach of Lord Darnley, they used to have the coach and horses to take them up Lime Avenue to the village.  The coach can still be seen at Cobham Hall.

Lord Darnley was very tall and most charming.   He used to come to see us most days.   I was carrying a huge amount of daffodils across the south front lawns, he came across and said ‘Betty you could do with a perambulator’, he didn’t offer to help me though.  He married for the third time a lady called Rosemary Potter, a blond bit of stuff, quite nice really.  She must have been about the same age as one of his daughters, Lady Marguerite who was a very pretty girl.  She was married to a squadron leader Hayward, he was very dashing.

I went to ‘Ingamale’ flower garden market in London one morning with him driving and my brother in law Neville, on the way home we went to one of the mews in London to see Lady Darnley’s mother, Mrs Potter.  She gave us breakfast, ‘boiled eggs’ I felt really ill when I came home so went to the doctor who said I had yellow jaundice. Later on Lady Marguerite had twins a boy Gareth and a girl Lucinda, she used to have very ‘posh’ clothes on them. Lord Darnley had a son called Adam, he was born on my birthday.

Meeting Ern

One day I was pushing a barrow in the grounds when I saw a dashing looking young man mowing the lawn, he smiled and gave me a wink.  I thought my heart was going to stop, it was so exciting.  I tried to see him every day after that.  Mr Bicker said ‘that’s my son’, well I just couldn’t believe it.  I kept asking about him, he used to get fed up.  After a while we started talking whenever we could.  One night, well about five o’clock I was going home from work with Mrs Knight and I stopped to talk to Ern, she dashed off home, went along to my mum and said ‘Betty is down the avenue with that boy Bicker’.  Mum wasn’t very pleased and gave me a right telling off.  ‘Time enough for you to be with boys when you finish work, just get yourself home my girl, and I mean it’.  Mrs Knight used to say to me ‘my Ken would make someone a very good husband’.  I used to think ‘not for me thanks very much’.  I did write to him when he went away to war, but he knew about Ern.

After a while, Ern was always mowing I used to walk down the hall after tea and take him some lemonade,  I would hold the bottle tight when he gave it back, it was still warm from his hands (so ‘citing).  I really liked him, it was all I could think of.  After a while we started to meet after tea and go for long walks.  Even if it was raining hard, we used to stand by the old Forge.  My mum used to moan, ‘must be mad’ she would say, ‘I will not have you bring home very Tom, Dick or Harry’ I used to think I only want to bring Ern home, but no I couldn’t.

Lena was in the land army now, Vi and Lil lived up Manor Road in Sole Street, they had Paddy and Barbara.   Lil was expecting another baby.   Both of their husbands were in the army.

The Land Army

Mum thought I was too young to take Ern serious, so she packed me off in the land army up in Gloucestershire to be with Lena.  We were billeted in a beautiful old place it was called ‘The Priory’.  It had a big marble staircase and lots of huge rooms, we were six girls to a room in bunk beds.  We used to have to cycle ten miles to work every day.  We all had tins with our food in, it wasn’t wrapped up.  The sandwich and cake would all mix together and there was no drink at all.

British Women’s Land Army recruitment poster c.1940

We worked with some Irish fellows   I think they were nearly all called Michael, they were mostly nice and used to give us tea from their urn and lovely thick slices of bread and bright red jam.  Most of them were nice looking, black hair and very blue eyes.

I worked driving Fordson tractors, most times we had one or two guys with us.  Anyway I would walk up Cleve Hill, a most beautiful spot (you could see for miles) with one chap, so we met up one Sunday.  It was a lovely morning, he met me outside the Priory and off we go, took ages to get right up the top.  The view was breath taking, but I think he had other things on his mind.  Like a fool he said let’s sit down for a while, I was quite glad to.  No sooner had we sat down, he came very close to me and started to put his hand up my dress.  Well I never thought that was on so I shouted at him, smacked his face and said ‘what do you think you are doing?’ he just laughed and said in a very strong Irish accent ‘to be sure my hand will do ye know harm’.   Well you couldn’t see my arse for dust.  I never spoke to him again.

I knew now I was in love with Ern.  I was very home sick.  The girls would go out every Saturday night dancing, including Lena.  The yanks would ‘jitter bug’ the night away.  I kept writing home saying how home sick I was and missing Ern but mum wasn’t concerned, so action had to be taken.  When Lena and I came home on leave, I brought my gear home, I knew I would never go back.  It was an awfully long journey, the train was full of troops and we had to stand or sit on our cases all the way home.

Back home

Mum was so mad at me for saying I wouldn’t go back.  She said it’s just a silly crush you have with this boy.  Finally, she gave in.  I had quite a few ding dongs with my mum.   There was a time before I went into the land army.  The big guns would make such a noise it felt as if the house would cave in.  Well poor Dandy, he would shiver and shake and be wet through with sweat where he was so frightened, so mum decided I was to walk him into Gravesend and take him to the RSPCA to have him put down (they didn’t charge any money). I was to wait for his collar and lead to bring home in case we had another dog.  Well I cried and cried but I still had to go.  So off I trot across the fields, on the way we came across a hay stack so we sat down and cried.  I’m sure he knew.  I thought ‘we will stay here for ever’.  Then I got a bit frightened, I thought there might be rats in the hay and they might bite us in the night.  So off we go again, it was a long way.  He looked round at me when they took him away.  I waited for his collar and lead, it was awful.  I hated my mum, she had given me some money to go to the baker’s shop and get some cream buns, which I did.  I finally got home.  Lena and mum were sitting in the kitchen, I threw the buns at them and told them I hated them and would never love them again.  Mum said ‘stop your mouth and get upstairs’ I said don’t worry that’s where I’m going.  I couldn’t stop crying.  I told mum the next day I will NEVER do that again, mind you it  didn’t get me very far, mum had the upper hand, ‘you will do what I tell you’ she said.  I thought ‘right I won’t let you know what I’m doing’.

Mind you mum had usually had a cure for everything, she had this way of making you see that what she said was right.  Her cure-all cabinet contained soda, salt, blue bag, starch, iodine, Epsom salts, camphorated oil, Vaseline and lint.  She used to cut onions up and cover them in dark brown sugar, leave it for a week and that was the cure for colds, we would have a spoonful every day.  It tasted quite nice really. If we had a sore throat she would tell us to put the foot of our black stockings on our throat and wrap it round all night.  If Lena had an earache mum would pick a large cabbage leaf, warm it in front of the fire and put it against Lena’s ear.  Lena said it helped (too daft to know different, bless her).

On day my brother Fred had a very large boil on his neck, one of his mates told him to warm a bottle by putting hot water in it then put the neck of the bottle on the boil.  Fred did this, well it did bring the boil out but Fred went nearly mad with the pain.  We couldn’t get the bottle off mum had to smash it to get it off.  He had a very bad place on his neck for ages.  He didn’t get a lot of pity, I think mum thought ‘serves you right’. Fred was so lovely.  We all loved him to bits.  I was bridesmaid to Gert, Vi and Fred.

When I came back from the land army I went back down the hall to work with Mrs Knight and Bicker.  Mum had come to terms now about me walking out with Ern.  Ern loved dogs, so he brought a sweet dog whose name was Sandy.  Ern was living in the Lodge house which was down the village outside the park (in years gone by, Mrs Knight’s parents had lived there).  They used to have to open and close the gates for the Darnley’s to come through.  That is why you mostly see a small lodge house at the entrance to big houses.   Cobham Hall is a mansion.  Anyway, poor little Sandy caught distemper and we had to have him put down, he used to have the most awful fits.  So Ern bought another one and called him Bobby, he was very pretty, brown and white but he was a little bugger.  He would chase the cows and sheep, he had hold of one of the sheep one day, when we got hold of him Ern gave him a hiding with his cap and blow me if he didn’t go straight over the top of the fence and chase them again.

When we lived up the park we had two little kittens, well one day one of the kittens went missing, we hunted high and low, then down in the wood we hear his crying and found him in an old rotten tree.  We brought him back home, his name was Ruffles the other one I used to call Ugly, Barbara used to say ‘don’t call him that, Aunty, I love him’.  But sure Ruffles went missing again, this kept happening so we thought it was very strange.   He was always in the same tree, so we kept watch.  Along came Bobby, he picked Ruffles up and we followed him and sure enough it was him pushing this kitten into the tree.  So we put a stop to his little game.

Before I went to live up the park, we would have Bobby at our house some times.  One winter night, snowing hard and bitter cold he went out on his own.  Well he didn’t come back, we hunted everywhere and told the policeman but he never came home.  Then in the early spring Ern and I had to go up in the woods near the keeper’s cottage called The Mount.  Mr Preston was the keeper.  We had to pick early daffodils in bud to sell for ‘Lordy’, they were named lent lilies (very tiny little flowers with a nice scent).  Well you won’t believe it…… but lo and behold lying on the ground was our Bobby, the snow had preserved his body and we could see all the shot up one side of him.  Well I nearly went crazy ‘it’s that rotten keeper’ I said to Ern because he was always carrying a gun to shoot foxes.  So down to the police station I go and said ‘it’s that rotten keeper’ ‘you mustn’t say that’ said the policeman.  I was sure it was him, anyway the police had a written statement from Mr Preston saying he didn’t shoot our dog but the police said they would find out who owned guns.  Well it turned out it was Mr Russel, Mr Pye’s foreman, he said he shot what he thought was a fox.  Ironically two weeks later he was found shot in the same wood, supposed to have been and accident but I will tell you about that later.

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Living in Gravesend and Cobham

No. 11 The Overcliffe

We lived at no. 11 The Overcliffe, Gravesend.  Old Tom (that’s what we called mum’s husband). One night he told mum he would take me out with him, I didn’t want to go but in those days you had to do as you were told.  Well he took me down the water front and he went into this pub, he did bring me a bag of crisps outside.  I am left standing in the doorway when an awful storm blew up, thunder and lightening I was scared stiff, much too frightened to move.   I could see all the brass inside the pub, mum used to cover all the mirrors and anything else shiny in a storm and take her clips out of her hair also clear any knives and forks from the table so I was sure we would be struck dead with all the lightening.   At last he staggered out to take me home.  By the way, where we lived was a ground floor flat.  When we got home mum was flooded out, there was water everywhere, all the furniture was soaked, so the next day mum went out and got a new flat (it was easy in those days to rent houses).

No. 63 Darnley Road

We moved to no. 63 Darnley Road, Gravesend.   It was an upstairs flat this time.  Ivy started work at fourteen years.  She worked as a housemaid for people at New Barn.  She used to catch a bus to and fro.  When she was fifteen she had a boyfriend.  Tom didn’t like this he was always picking on her.  Mind you it showed how Ivy really hated him.  Lena and I went to St James’s school just at the bottom of the road, near Gravesend hospital.  It was a funny little school.   The teacher gave us lessons on getting babies.  She drew a circle on the blackboard and said ‘ an insect gets into a woman’s stomach and forms a baby’.   Well I did not believe it but when I went outside to play, the air was full of insects, well I kept my hand tight over my mouth, I certainly wasn’t going to chance swallowing any of those blighters…. I did find out at a much later date but that will come later.  No good asking Lena…

Anyway getting back to Ivy, she would stay out quite late, mind you that would be about eight or nine in the evening.  Old Tom used to hit her (never could understand mum letting him).  We asked our friend God to help us again, please let Ivy get in early but Ivy didn’t care she used to say it didn’t hurt.  She wasn’t going t do what he told her to do.  We didn’t know at the time what was going on.

No. 8 Gordon Place

Eventually we moved to a small house, it was nice, no. 8 Gordon Place down near Gravesend promenade, quite near the Gordon gardens.  On Sunday evenings in the summer they would have a big band in the grounds, when they finished they would play the national anthem, I would jump out of bed to stand to attention.  Lena used to moan and say ‘I will tell mum in the morning’ mum only laughed and told me not to keep doing it but it made no difference.

One day I came home from school and mum had gone to the pictures with Lena.  I had moved to a new school by now, Saint James had closed and I had to go to Saint Georges right up by Woodlands Park , two miles from our house.  I used to come home for dinner, there was only myself and a girl called Marianne Lane who lived in Parrock Street. Everyone else stayed to dinner.  Mine was the very first uniform ever made for that school, it cost five shillings and the red sash was one shilling.  It was a nice school.  Vi gave me the money for the uniform and also bought me a lovely red jumper to wear with it.  Lena had just left school at fourteen she was going into Henley’s factory to help make gas masks for the war. (hence she was with mum).  Anyway as I walked inside the house old Tom was waiting for me, he said ‘your mothers not in I’m here on my own with you’.  I was really scared. He looked at me oddly.  He grabbed me and tried to pull me on his lap, he was shaking, I thought he was having a fit, then he tried to put his hand up my skirt.  Well I knew that was really wicked, so I yelled my head off, I was crying and saying I will tell my mum when she gets home.   See if I don’t…. Well he said I will tell the police of you, they lock kids like you up what tell lies.  I said I will tell them about you and he said they won’t believe you, when you go up the market you look down near the floor you will see grids on the wall, they whip you every day and keep you in the dark with rats running around.   Well I go to the market and sure enough, there are grids so now I am frightened.  I just sit and cry.  He said there is no need to tell your mother, I only sat you on my lap.  I said if you do it again I will tell mum.  Oh get out of my sight, so I did.  Well I never told anyone.   Life carried on for a while.  One day I had saved enough money to buy a pint of milk I went up the alley and drank it all.  I had promised myself when I grew up I would do this. My god was I sick afterwards, it taught me a lesson not to be greedy !

Poor Ivy

One day Lena and I was playing ball outside our house, when all of a sudden two big policemen came tour house.  We were pushed out of the way.  When we went indoors mum was crying, she told us that poor sister Ivy had drowned at the place where she worked.  She was just sixteen years old.  It was awful.  She had been such fun to be with.   She was buried in Gravesend cemetery, I wouldn’t know where, she didn’t have a headstone, in fact she was in a grave with other folk because it was a lot cheaper.

Lena and I used to go to the cemetery to try to find it but we never did.  We did do one bit of good though.  The posh people used to put glass globes tops with flowers on their graves, well some would have four or five.  So we used to share them out and put one on each grave so it was fair!   We thought it was our good deed for the day.

Old Tom used to go to sea, he was a stoker on the dredgers, before he married my mum.   His name was Tom King (same surname as my dad but supposed not to be related but I often wondered) we were never allowed to ask about anything like that.  Mum would say it doesn’t concern you madam.  So it was best to say nothing.

Moving to Cobham

Time went on then it was time to move to Cobham.  Tom had got a job looking as a night watchman over the big guns to be used in the war to shoot the Germans down before they could bomb London town.  We had a nice little house, no. 7 The Street, Cobham,  right opposite the Old Curiosity Shop.  A lady called Mrs Hoppe ran it.  Nearby was a café called Little Dorrit that was run by Mr and Doris, Rene and Ken (not married) they were all very nice.  We all shared one tap in the back yard and two big wash houses, with two big coppers to do the washing.   Lavatories were up the garden but they did have flush away toilets (quite posh).

During the war we had all sorts of troops coming through the village, sometimes they would lean up mum’s wall and she would take them out mugs of tea and say ‘poor little devils, they are somebody’s sons’.  They were billeted all over the woods.  They lived in Nissan huts.  There were three cafes in the street in those days, one in the baker’s shop, the Little Dorrit and another old girl Miss Doris Usher opened her house.  She used to do eggs and chips, stuff that was cheap and easy, just what the lads wanted, in fact I think they got most things they wanted in the village!

Esme used to be on the switch board some times.  One night she spoke to John Mills the actor, he was staying at the Leather Bottle making a film (Great Expectations).  Esme had to tell him his time was up on the telephone.  She heard his wife say ‘how dare they’ ‘do they know who you are’ John Mills said, ’darling they can hear us’ so she said ‘oh tell her to f… off and you as well’.  The next day when he came to the village he looked into the window where Esme was working and tapped on the window, smiled wetly and ‘hello’.

About Aunty Esme, she met Richard her husband during the war, he was in the navy and billeted in Laughing Waters grounds in a Nissan hut.  She came to stay with me to give birth to her son David.  I will never forget, Richard came home on leave, Esme sitting up very proud on my bed, he took one look at his new son and said ‘cor blimey Es he will have to screw his hat on he had so many wrinkles!  Poor Es was quite hurt but they were soon all smiles again.

Jen (my daughter) was only five months old, so I had plenty to do.   No washing machines then.

 

 

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Ebbsfleet, Thanet

From 2015-2017 the team was involved with the work at Ebbsfleet, Thanet, to find evidence for Julius Caesar’s first landing in Britain. Excavations during this time were supported by the Leverhulme project and the University of Leicester.

Click here for research published on the excavation: ‘Ebbsfleet, 54BC’ by Andrew Fitzpatrick, Current Archaeology,  vol. 337, pp.26-32.

In February 2021 a YouTube talk was held by the Kent Archaeological Society covering the topic “Caesar in Kent: Did he land at Pegwell Bay?”.  Click here to link through to the talk.

Field walking in 2015

2015 Strategy notes

2015 Special finds

2016 Final day

2017 The site

2017 Special find

2017 bone find

2017 trench

(*Images copyright R. Smalley)

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