Sacrilege

Sacrilege

A sad victim of our recent bad weather we had here on Boxing Day memorial to two Polish pilots, P/O Boguslaw Mierzwa & P/O Mieczyslaw Waskiewicz both of 303 (Polish) Sqn RAF, who gave their lives to enable us to walk free in this country?

This small, privately erected memorial, sits in the area where one of the Spitfire pilots crashed and died during 1941

Fresh flowers often appear at the site, which is set beyond the car park at the railway cafe, on the beach at Dungeness. The original memorial had photographs of the two airmen and details of their very short lives. Thoughtfully, whomever erected the tribute placed, as can be seen, a plastic chair for those wanting to sit in quiet reflection on these two young lads – for that is what they were – far from their homeland and who made the ultimate sacrifice in defence of freedom.

Post Script

Perhaps it would be possible for the memorial to be moved to the car park area so that visitors to Dungeness can see it and perhaps, not being out of site as it is now, there will be a degree of added security. I am sure there a few pounds held in the coffers of the local residents association which could be donated to re-erect the memorial and I am sure Shepway council et al would not object too much. Donations can be made through this web site and any received will be acknowledged.

By |2018-11-14T17:35:01+00:00January 22nd, 2015|History, Local Issues, News|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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