My grandparents Evan & Florence lived in the village in Rose Cottage which once stood in the Bush car park and after that at number 1 The Crescent. My father Stanley and his brothers John and Albert grew up in St Hilary. My sister and I visited the village regularly and consider it to be our home. My father and mother both rest in the churchyard along with my grandparents. My grandfather planted the willow which stands outside the village hall where the round tree once stood.
Neil Frederick
I now live in deepest darkest Norfolk about 10 miles north of Norwich. A bit like St Hilary only without the hectic pace of life!
Apart from my parents and grandparents nearly all the people I remember are resting in the churchyard. Bert Lassiter who used to cut our hair at my grandparents house on a Friday evening. The lovely Florry Foreman - if you ever wanted to know what was going on, just ask Florry! Susan Baker who is next to my parents was the lovely Mum of my old school pal David Baker. Joey Pope, Tudor Davies and so many others too numerous to mention or lost in the midst of time. I still see Roy Price whenever I visit the village and pop into the Bush for a quick catch up.
I met someone a number of years ago in the churchyard who remembered me from when we were both youngsters playing on the green. I couldn't recall her so I asked where she used to live. She told me that she and her family used to live at the bottom of the village beyond the Bush. Now when the new houses were being built in the late sixties and early seventies the old local villagers used to call that part of the village Beverly Hills because of the outlandish (for the era) designs. When I said '' Oh you mean Beverly Hills?'' she told me that people don't call it that anymore. Well, with the best will in the world and not to be offensive, I do and I know alot of others who still do too. Sorry if you live down there! Old habits die hard.
Memories of the Bush
