Bridport, Old Cottages 1897
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Already falling into disrepair in Victorian times, thatched cottages on the east side of South Street, beside South Bridge, would soon succumb to the front-line of urbanisation. Here we are looking westwards, along the south bank of the River Asker, to the beginnings of the new suburb below Watton Cross.
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A Selection of Memories from Bridport
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 Bridport
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1962 to 1966, the car journey from Surrey was full of tears, taken by my mother and grandfather, on arrival the tiled entry and the Nuns in full habits greeted us, I was soon ushered in to the hall with promise of a goodbye before they left, which became a wave through a window. The Nuns were generally strict but fair, the solid bamboo stick was recieved a few times probably for good reasons. The ...see more
I was sent to the convent after my Father died in 1953. My Uncle had been educated there many years previously. I can confirm the recollections that have been put here of the vicious way in which some of the Nuns treated us. I suffered from the effects of whooping cough and regularly put into a separate room to recuperate. I vividly remember one of the Nuns telling me that I was wicked because I had been ...see more
I was a pupil at this convent between 1961 and 67 and i remmeber getting beaten by sister ann on several occassions i think this must off been because my parents wher off cypriot origin and i had a greek surname if anyone whent to this convent during those years it would be nice to hear from you
I was a boarder at the convent. I started in the Autumn term before my 5th birthday and remember being put to bed in a large dormitory on the top floor, full of other children with a cubicle for a nun to sleep in. I was scared and crying when the nun decided that smacking me would stop me from crying. Strange that being smacked or caned or being hit with a rod or a ruler feature so strongly in ...see more
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