Ongoing Saga – Polish Memorial

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Ongoing Saga – Polish Memorial

The construction (erection) of a new memorial to the two Polish airmen who died at Dungeness during the last war is still no nearer being agreed upon. Since we first mentioned the matter, several suggestions have been put forward but with the uncertainty of the sale of the Estate nothing has been agreed upon. Hopefully now with EDF in charge and Owen Leyshon very much to the forefront on local issues we will get some movement.

The latest suggestion is something similar to a ‘headstone’ made of stainless steel in the non military area of the impressive international cemetery in Brookwood.

I have suggested to Owen if all else fails we will commission a replica of the memorial we have here but made out of more sturdy hardwood posts and sealed Perspex casing to hold the personal details – virtually as is now.

A lot of people have pledged funds to keep the memory of these two young men alive so lets hope it isn’t too long before we can get things moving..

By |2018-11-12T20:15:44+00:00March 13th, 2016|History, Info|0 Comments

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Born in Ashford a long time ago I have had a lifelong relationship with Dungeness having spent every year here for a fortnights holiday up to the age of 15. In those good old days there was no electricity and hence no radio, no running water and no adequate sewage solutions. Nothing to do other than enjoy the vast expanse of the Ness and all it offered for the young children of that era. Out after breakfast and back before nightfall. There were lakes to swim in. Same lakes to boat on (well large logs). A derelict school in which to play.(Add pic on school roof) Gun emplacements, underground shelters. Sheer bliss. That all ended at 16 when I joined the RAF, finally purchasing a shack – as indeed it was then – in 1971 for the princely sum of £750.00. Only 15 years prior to that we could not afford the £250.00 asking price for what was then known as ‘Windwhistle’, the former Queen Victoria’s Pullman carriage. Still there today but concealed behind painted shiplap. Leaving the mob I travelled, retuning ‘home’ as oft I could, and realistically, only becoming a permanent fixture since 1977. In those days there was a vibrant community here with annual gatherings for the Mayday festival – spit roast and all and open days at the Lifeboat station – with bosuns chairs, zip wires to keep the kids happy. I think Health and Safety put paid to that and other activities, as did the moving away of many locals. The result of which , today there are probably less than 40 persons residing here permanently, in probably less than 20 out of the 80 shacks still here. (I have been told not to use the word ‘shacks’ as now at £3000,00.00 plus they are desirable bungalows in a well sought after locale. So ‘Shacks’ they are! End.

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