Smarden, The Street c.1955
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Smarden is one of Kent's most beautiful villages; its name derives from the Saxon 'smeredaenne', meaning 'butter valley and pasture'. It is built on a dog-leg construction and lined with half-timbered and weatherboarded cottages.
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A Selection of Memories from Smarden
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Smarden
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My Great Grandmother, Henrietta Sheedy nee Gladdish used to live there. I believe Her daughter Ruth Married William Phillips and they are both buried In the Churchyard. We have visited your lovely Village.
I would to pay it another visit.
M Williams
Hi, I am trying to find out a bit about my great-grandmother who used to live at the Flying Horse pub with her daughter Ruth Phillips about 1930/40. Ruth and her husband William Phillips are both buried in the church graveyard behind the pub.
I visited a few years ago and that was when I found their graves. I didn't find my great-grandmother's grave. Her name was Henrietta Sheedy, nee Gladdish. I was hoping ...see more
My parents Bryan and Margaret Hills-Johnes had the Flying Horse pub for a couple of years after he left the Navy 1958-60, I was around 6 yrs at the time and used to play with the Tilleys and Blacks. The car park across the road was a vegi garden where fresh produce was included in Mum's food. Eating lunch at the pub was a novelty because of the stigma about the 'wife's' cooking! but it was soon very busy. I learnt to ...see more
I spent three years living in and around Smarden, at the Chequers, The Bell and often visited The Flying Horse on my days off! Fond memories of Frank and Jenny Stevens at The Chequers, and Laurie at The Bell. Afternoons spent at the cricket ground, was it called the minnis or something similar? I also worked at the peanut factory on the Headcorn road, this was my introduction to working life!
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