Welcome to the August 2009 issue of FTF Magazine which marks our second anniversary, as well as the start of Volume Three. We’ve come a long way from our first issue, but all wouldn’t have been possible if it wasn’t for our wonderful contributors. So a big “Thank you!” to them.
With the schools finished for the summer and August being the traditional time to take a holiday, we thought we would make this the theme for this month. We look into the origins of holidays at home and abroad – from the 18th century seawater bathers, to Thomas Cook’s tours of Europe.
FTF member, Astro Lady, asked for members to share their memories of their summer holidays, and Jenoco has written this up into an article which will no doubt bring back happy memories for many readers. geordiegirl and Chrissie Smiff also tell us their memories of their childhood seaside holidays.
Guinevere delves into the history of Barry Island and shares her happy memories of the resort, while Marjorie Dawn provides us with a fascinating insight into a seaside holiday from the 1880s, as well as from her childhood in the 1930s.
No summer holiday is complete without ice-cream, and, most appropriately, the family treasure this month is a hand-made brass ice-cream wafer maker. Anne Brown tells us its story.
New FTF member, ofap1, shares his ancestor’s poetry and the stories behind it, and Just Barbara delves in the dark world of death in the Victorian era.
We hope you enjoy the read. We’ll be publishing quarterly from now on, so will be back in November. Have a wonderful summer and hopefully the weather won’t put too much of a damper on your plans!
When a man hires a packet boat from Dover to Calais or Boulogne, let him remember that the stated price is 5 guineas; and let him insist upon being carried into the harbour in the ship, without paying the least regard to the representations of the master, who is...read more
It could well be said that the English seaside resort was 'born' in 1626, when a natural spring was discovered by a Mrs Farrow (or Farrer, depending on the source), bubbling from a cliff south of Scarborough, Yorkshire. This bitter tasting mineral water was said to...read more
When writing about his career in the Bank of England, in Servant of this house, Herbert George de Fraine also wrote about his family life in Aylesbury where his father was the publisher and printer of the local paper 'The Bucks Herald'. They lived a fairly affluent...read more
What happened to the railway carriages in which Herbert and his family travelled to Ramsgate in the 1880s? [See A Seaside Holiday ~ 1880s in this issue.] As the new carriages became fitted up with upholstered seats and lavatories the old ones were sold off for sheds...read more
In 1858 the only buildings on Barry Island, in South Glamorgan, were a farmhouse and a summer residence built by Francis Crawshay, the industrialist son of William Crawshay, Ironmaster of Merthyr Tydfil. The huge sweep of sand on Whitmore Bay made it a perfect summer...read more
My childhood holidays consisted of two weeks in Blackpool every August, although we used to return there a few weeks later for a number of days to see the illuminations. Other than that, my father used to take us in the car most Sundays to Skegness or Mablethorpe when...read more
As a child I was lucky enough to live fairly near the coast in the north east of England. Our local beaches were at Roker and Seaburn. Most of the men in the area were miners, and during the summer holidays whilst they were on 'back shift' (night shift), my mum and...read more
What was your favourite holiday break when you were young? Was it a Butlins’ weekend or a hostel.... maybe a caravan or a tent or even just a day trip in this country ... or were you one of the very few posh people who flew to the Costas in the 1970s/80s? That was the...read more
I was born in Eastbourne, East Sussex, in 1969, and as I was growing up, for all intents and purposes, we were 'Eastbourne People' - a phrase my mum likes to use. Living near the sea was rather taken for granted, as summer days were spent playing on the pebbled beach...read more
My great grandmother, Alice Smith, was born in a small village called Chew Moor in the district of Lostock near Bolton in Lancashire in 1882. Alice was a dairymaid on the family farm and one of thirteen children. The Smiths had been farmers for generations and...read more
Today we find the subject of death scary and don't know how to deal with it or how to grieve. But go back a few generations and our ancestors were much more forthright. They lived surrounded by death; infant mortality was horrendous, there were no antibiotics,...read more
On Children and Tragic Death in Rural Victorian Lincolnshire, as described in rhyme by Elias Marshall. These two poems have always been with our family bible and attributed to Elias Marshall 1808 – 1882. The poems, written in simple four line stanzas, contain numerous...read more