Monthly Archives: June 2013

The Hat in the Track Lane Part 1

To the current generation of Guernsey people the Track Lane will mean little. To the older generation it will be remembered fondly as a route from Pitronnerie Road to The Track football pitch which thousands would take each May to … Continue reading

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What One Says is Not What the Other Hears Part 3

Unusually, I start this tale with the punchline which is how to a Guernsey ear Burro and Bureau sound alike. For not only does Guernsey have its own language it also has its own accented English. Fortunately or unfortunately both … Continue reading

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The Pig in the Sidecar

Starting married life together is never easy and even more interesting when husband and wife come from very different backgrounds. Mum came from a poor Town family with a mother who was the widow of one soldier and married to … Continue reading

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What One Says is Not What The Other Hears Part 2

My Granny at the first possible moment got Mum a job in service at the age of 14. It was a live in job and I think Granny Cox was relieved to see her move out. Relationships between Mum and … Continue reading

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What One Says is Not What The Other Hears Part 1

A short post today. When Mum and Dad first married they took some rooms in a house near the Salerie Corner. Mum was very comfortable with her rooms in the house where she was in service and was reluctant to … Continue reading

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The Bull in The Bathroom Part 3

The German invasion of Guernsey in 1940 was a dark time for Islanders but it also showed how people rise to the occasion and demonstrate remarkable courage and adaptability. Mum and Dad were making hay at the Blanc Bois when … Continue reading

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One in a Million

The man above showing off a pretty cow is my grandfather Alf Camp. One of his many business ventures was selling second hand horses. Why you may ask do I show him holding a cow when I am obviously about … Continue reading

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