CHANTER,  Barbara  nee WEAR  ( 1927 – 09 Oct 2018)
daughter of  Joseph H WEAR & Emily MM OATES (married 1926 )
On Tuesday 9th October 2018 peacefully at Treliske Hospital, Truro. Barbara aged 91 years of Porthleven. Dearly loved wife of the late Gordon, much loved mum of Adrian and Mary, adored nanny of Katy and Samuel. She will be very sadly missed by all.

Funeral Service at Central Methodist Church, Helston on Tuesday 23rd October 2018 at 2.00 p.m. followed by Interment at Helston Cemetery.



POLGLASE, Veronica E nee JOHNS ( 1954- 02 Jun 2018) age 64

On Saturday 2nd June 2018 peacefully at the Royal Cornwall Hospital Veronica aged 64 years of Porthleven. Loving Mum of Robert, much loved Nan of Benjamin & Jacob, a dear sister of Margaret, David & Peter. Funeral Service will take place at St Bartholomew’s Church, Porthleven on Monday 11th June at 11am.


 16 Dec 2017
ALLEN Clarice  (-16 Dec 2017) age 93   
On Saturday 16th December 2017 peacefully at the Royal Cornwall Hospital aged 93 years of Porthleven. Loving wife of the late Oliver, a much loved Mum & Gran. Funeral Service will take place at St Bartholomew’s Church Porthleven on Friday 5th January at 1pm. Family flowers only, donations may be given for Cornwall Wildlife Trust by a retiring collection or sent to F.E Strike & Sons, Funeral Directors


08 Jul 2015
ROBERTS Jef     1933-2015
Obituary – Mr. Jef Roberts, Porthleven, Former Mayor of Helston

Breage School Field was almost full of cars due to the large number in attendance at the funeral service of Mr. Jeffery Roberts, aged 81, held at Breaney Methodist Chapel. Pastor Bill Reed, a lifelong friend, conducted the service and Jef’s son-in-law, Paul Jenkin played the organ accompanied by Mr. Paul Benney.

Born on the 27th June, 1933, to Peter and Winnie Roberts of Tresaddern Farm, Ruan Minor, Jef was given his mother’s maiden name of Jeffery. He attended Ruan Minor Church of England Primary School, walking there after hand-milking the cows. Returning from school, he would then fetch the cows in and feed the pigs. He also helped with haymaking, digging corn and picking potatoes. In later years, he went to school by milk lorry, along with his sister, Sue and they delivered the milk to customers along the way.

Jef loved to play football but he had to play in either plimsolls or hobnail boots as he didn’t own football boots. In about 1948, at the age of 15, he finally persuaded his Mother to buy him some boots. Unfortunately during the first match with them on, he was tackled heavily and fractured his collar bone. That was the end of football for Jef.

Having watched a conjuror at school, an interest in magic was ignited. Jef practised diligently in front of a mirror. In any spare time he sketched, and this interest remained with him all his life.

Jef remained at the school until he was fifteen, when he went to work on the family farm until the age of twenty-one when, following a disagreement with his father, he moved to his Granny Jeffery’s farm at Trannack, Lowertown. There was no electricity on the farm, but Jef worked hard there with his maiden aunt, May Jeffery. They later moved to Roselidden Farm at Trevenen Bal. Shortly after, Jef met the love of his life, Jeanette when he went to pick her up from Porthleven to sing at Ruan Minor Methodist Chapel. They married fifty-six years ago at Peverell Road Chapel in Porthleven. Jef always kept a diary, and the entry for the 30th May, 1959 read “Today is the happiest day of my life. I married Elizabeth Jeanette Williams.”

They couldn’t spare the time for a honeymoon, but instead they went on afternoon trips to places like Gwennap Pit and Land’s End aerodrome. Later they enjoyed touring with the Christian Caravan Club. Jef was also a member of the Cornish Magical Society, and he performed at parties, hotels, after-dinner events, etc. He was resident magician one night a week at the Hayle Towans Holiday Camp. His stage name was “Jefro – the Cornish Magitainer”.

Jef became a councillor and was Mayor of Helston in the years 1977-78 and again in 1980-81. Jef and Jeanette met the Queen during their first year of Office, during the Queen’s Silver Jubilee.

Jef held a variety of jobs such as a travelling salesman, installing fire extinguishers, teaching cycling profiency in schools, and a driver for the St. John Ambulance. He also started the Porthleven School of Motoring, and a picture-framing business at the Harbour Head in Porthleven.

Jef and Jeanette were blessed with two daughters, Heather and Helen, and later six grandchildren.

Jef adored them all, and shared with them his lifelong love of learning about everything. Helen read a poem during the service, and Heather, who lives in Australia, gave the eulogy. His grandchildren also paid tribute to him.

Jef and Jeanette shared a lifelong strong faith and love of church, and Jef had been a member of many churches, including Ruan Minor, Ebenezer, Lowertown, Breage, Peverell Road and Fore Street, the Apostolic, and then Breaney. He was one of the editors of “The Grapevine” – the church magazine at Breaney, along with his great friend, Bill Reed.

The retiring collection was for The Leprosy Mission and Cornwall Hospice Care.

The bearers were his grandsons.

Family Mourners: Mrs. Jeanette Roberts, widow; Mr. and Mrs. E. Riardan (Australia), daughter and son-in-law; Mr. and Mrs. P. Jenkin, daughter and son-in-law; Robert, Matthew, Jonathan and Aislinn Hanley,(Australia) grandchildren; Craig and Megan Jenkin, grandchildren;Sue Tremayne, sister; Rosemary Bray, Verna & Harry Tripconey, Colin & Trish Roberts, Tony & Gloria Roberts, Arthur & Kathleen Roberts, Pearl Roberts, Ray & Pat Boucher; Claude & Jean Bennett, Elizabeth and Ron Endean, also rep. R. Gilbert, William Roberts, Margaret & Trevor Warren, Rosemary Roberts, April Combellack, June Tiplady, Everett Tripp also rep. Ruth Trippand Richard & Helen Tresize, Paul and Mary Louise Combellack, Sarah Combellack, Leslie Bosustow also rep. Joan Bosustow and Esme Wearne, Nita & Cyril Bayliss, Arnold & Eileen Phillips, cousins.

Funeral Directors: F. E. Strike & Sons (Porthleven).



Emily BEALE nee ORCHARD later WILLIAMS (1912-2013)

The funeral service of one of Porthleven’s oldest residents has taken place in the port.

Emily Beale, who was aged 100 at the time of her death, was remembered in a service at Porthleven Methodist Church, led by the Rev Graham Kitts.

Born in Porthleven in 1912, the then Emily Orchard attended the local Board School, and upon leaving went to work in Kitto’s Net Loft.

She later worked in domestic service for the Kitto family, until she met and married John Williams in 1934. John was a local fisherman and long-time member of the Merchant Navy. They had one son, also called John.

Emily was a stalwart member of Porthleven Methodist Chapel for most of her life; she also enjoyed knitting.

She moved to the Cornwallis Nursing Home in St Ives at the age of 98, when her health began to deteriorate.

Her grandson, Keith Williams, paid a moving tribute to his grandmother during the service.


18 July 2007

POLDEN Christopher YYYY-2007

POLDEN (CHRISTOPHER) – On Wednesday July 18 2007, tragically in Greenland, Christopher aged 30 years. Loving Son of Peter and Vera, a dear
Brother of Alastair and Gillian. Funeral service will take place at Porthleven Methodist Church, (Cornwall) on Monday August 13 at 1pm.


1st April 2004

On a personal issue, I shall miss him immensely as he was a good friend and as many of the people of Porthleven know we compered the carolare at the Harbourhead over the latter years together. There will be no carolare this year but it’s hoped to re-instate it again next year – God willing.

It’s very important Porthleven has a strong voice at Kerrier and hopefully with its independent tradition another independent will take Godfrey’s seat and carry on the good work. Godfrey Stephens initiated, party politics have in my opinion no role to play at local level and let’s hope it stays that way in the future.

Coun Tommy Bray, independent ex- chairman

14 Feb 2003
BRYANT Jean  YYYY-2003 age 69
Edgcumbe Methodist Church was full for the funeral of Jean Bryant of Porthleven who died at West Cornwall Hospital, aged 69 years. The funeral was conducted by the Rev Margaret Wallwork and Pastor Bill Reed. Cremation followed at Penmount and the interment of ashes will take place later in Porthleven Cemetery. Mr John Gilbert was the organist.

Jean was born at Rame Terrace, Rame Cross, the elder daughter of Clarence and Bessie Richards. Jean attended Halwin School until the age of 15 and then became one of the first female pupils to attend Camborne Technical College where she qualified in shorthand, typing and bookkeeping which she put to good use during her 11 years employed by J C Annear and Co., Penryn, as a secretary.

The family moved to Mill Close, Porthleven, in 1977.

Jean’s musical talent was inherited from her mother and her grandfather Richards, who was bandmaster of Rame Cross Band, and first became apparent at an early age whilst attending Edgcumbe Sunday School. Jean’s piano teacher was Mrs Myra Bonny at Longdowns and she became a pupil at a school of music in Falmouth run by Mrs Roskilly. In her teens, Jean became a member of Rame Cross Concert Party, formed by her mother, entertaining folk around various parts of the county. Jean was also a member of the chapel choir and youth club and eventually became official organist having been taught by the late Miss May Thomas. She was official organist at Chynhale for many years, organising numerous musical events there.

Denys and Jean were married in 1960 and celebrated their Ruby Wedding three years ago. They had two daughters, Sonia and Tania, and the family attended both Sithney and Chynhale chapels, where Jean was always involved with music.

During her lifetime, Jean accompanied many talented local soloists and organised numerous musical concerts. While at Chynhale, she formed a girls’ choir which entertained at many venues in West Cornwall. Jean acted as deputy pianist and deputy conductor for the Porthleven based Keynvor Singers and was rehearsal pianist for the Helston Opera Group. One of her happiest times was the nine years that she spent as the accompanist for the Cury Players popular pantomimes. Jean acted as relief organist for many places of worship in the Helston area but one of her favourite occupations was to play at flower festivals.

Jean was a local correspondent for the Falmouth Packet, Helston Packet and other publications for many years and helped with numerous fundraising events for Porthleven Cricket Club of which Denys has been a member for 40 years and is currently their president.

Jean was an ardent supporter and treasurer of the Porthleven Auxiliary of the RSPCA spending many hours at home knitting items for fund-raising events. Recently she was pleased to become a member of the management committee of the RSPCA Centre at St Columb.

Although music played a major role in Jean’s life, her family and home always came first. The recent highlight of her life was the arrival of her dear grandson, Matthew, last July.

Represented at the funeral were Balwest, Breaney, Chynhale and Leedstown Methodist Churches, St Bartholomew’s Church, Porthleven, St Sithney Parish Church, Porthleven Cricket Club, Porthleven Ladies Circle, RSPCA, Penzance and District Branch of British Heart Foundation and Helston Opera Group.

Chosen bearers: Christopher Thomas, nephew; Gary Tremayne, cousin; Paul Jenkin and Richard Maddern.

Family mourners: Mr D A Bryant, widower; Dr and Mrs C French, Mr and Mrs N Bird, daughters and sons-in-law; Mrs J Campbell, sister; Mrs B Richards, aunt; Miss S Eddy rep Miss A Eddy and Mr R Eddy, Mr and Mrs A Wallis, Mr C Thomas rep Mrs L Thomas, Mr and Mrs B Hosken, Mr and Mrs R Jenkin, nephews and nieces; Mr and Mrs C L Thomas, brother-in-law and sister-in-law; Mr and Mrs A Noall rep Miss Mavis Magor, Canada, and Donald and Margaret Magor, London, Mr and Mrs A Richards, Miss A Noall, Miss J Noall, Mrs S Tremayne, Mrs A Hosking, Mr E Combellack, Mr and Mrs D Combellack, Mr and Mrs K Hosking, Mr and Mrs K Visick, Mr G Tremayne, Miss H Hosking rep Mr C Hosking, cousins.


25 Jun 1948  – RICHARDS – 5 of the 6 Richards brothers: John Henry, Billy, Perkin, Tom and Gilbert and Roy MEWTON, their brother-in-law were lost when the Porthleven-based fishing boat,  PZ114, the ENERGETIC sank off the coast after collision with a freighter.

Account by Ralph RICHARDS,  the only brother of six that survived:

At a quarter past six on the 25th June 1948, on a lovely summer’s evening, we left our little home port of Porthleven, after having bid farewell to our loved ones, and telling them to expect us back tomorrow at midday. We were in company with four or five other boats which comprised the long-line fleet. As we left the harbour and proceeded in a south westerly direction, we could see at a distance a bank of fog and after we had been on our way for an hour we entered into this dense fog; at first we thought it might have been patchy but after having continued for an hour and a half longer, we came to the conclusion that it must be widespread. By this time we had gone far enough and were in position to shoot our bait nets. Before doing this, however, we discussed between ourselves the advisability of shooting our nets immediately or whether to wait a while to see if the fog would lift before darkness fell. This decision hung in the balance for some little time but at last we decided it would be as well to shoot right away. It is needless for me to say how important that decision proved to be. At this time we were all inwardly conscious of our danger, and we were sounding our fog-horn at frequent intervals; then we put on our lights and were all on deck waiting for darkness to fall so that we could pull in our nets. In the meantime, we had heard two or three steamers pass down some distance from us, but now we could hear one approaching from the south-east and, by the sound of its fog-horn, we had the feeling that it was coming towards us and might come very near us, so we lit a flare and continuously sounded our fog-horn. Not being under power, we were helpless to do anything more, but still the ship came on and on, and at last we saw her break through the fog about 300 yards from us, and coming straight for us.   We did everything in our power to draw her attention to our presence, but all to no avail, and we now realised that nothing could be done to avoid a collision. As a crew we now parted company; three of us went forward in the bows and the rest stayed aft – I never saw them again. All we could do now was to wait for the moment of impact. The suspense was terrible and I can see it all happening now. Crash! Into our side went the steamer, its bows going in about a third of the way and pushing us down on an even keel. The sea was rushing from aft towards us, and the next moment I was going down under the water, seemingly for ages, being drawn down and down by the suction from the boat.   While under water I became conscious of the fact that I was holding something in my right hand. It was a canvas buoy, a float we used on our gear. Just how I came into possession of it, I don’t know, but it was now drawing me quickly to the surface. My trip down and up must have been very quick, for when I came to the surface I noticed that the steamer had not yet passed by, and the first thought that entered my head was the danger from the ship’s propellers. So, hanging on to the float, I did my utmost to kick myself away from the ship’s side. I remember at this time being conscious of one of my brothers being close at hand fighting for his life, but only for a moment for the sea was in a turmoil and he was soon dragged down, never to appear above the surface again. I was continually being drawn down under water, but after a while the sea became calm and I was able to open my eyes and look around; at once I saw our shooting roller within easy reach of me, I grasped this, and at the same moment I realised that all the air had gone out of the canvas float on to which I had been holding; I let it go for it was no further use to me. The spar to which I now clung proved a very insufficient means of support; I kept going down and up and when I was under, because of its circular shape and the motion of the sea, it was inclined to roll away from me, and I had great difficulty in holding on to it. Then it was that I heard the last dying gasp of one of my brothers and I realised within myself that they were all gone and I was the only one left.   As the full force of this broke upon me, I was overwhelmed and sorely tempted to let go; it seemed far easier for me to die than to live. But the Lord brought before me a vision of my wife and two dear children and I pictured all that my loss would mean to them, and so I clung fast. Three times I was sorely tempted to let go, but each time the Lord brought the same vision before me. It was at this time that I looked around me once more and there I saw, again within my reach, one of our dans which is made of cork with a 12 or 14 foot staff up through the middle of it; this we used as a mark attached to our long-lines. Drawing this toward me, I placed my feet around the bottom and my arms around the top and felt fairly well supported in the water. Then I unlaced my boots and kicked them off. I now had time to consider my position; I was out in the ocean, ten miles from the nearest land, surrounded by a thick fog; I thought that the steamer which sunk us had continued on its way, ignorant of the tragedy, and I felt alone in this ocean of sea. How long would I be able to hold out?   As I thought of my hopeless position I lifted up my heart to the Lord crying out aloud, “Oh God, I know that I am thy child, and I am not afraid to die; but if it be possible, to bring me out of this!”. How long I prayed, I have no knowledge, but after some time, as I looked towards the west, I saw the mast head lights of a steamer. Not realising that it was the same ship that had collided with us, but thinking it was another steamer, I commenced shouting, “Help! Help! Help!” After some little time I heard a voice directly behind me saying “Hold on old timer – we are coming!” The next moment I was taken aboard the ship’s lifeboat and, as I felt someone cutting away my clothes, I became unconscious. I regained consciousness to find myself in the ship’s hospital being forced to drink hot milk and coffee and being given a continual renewal of hot blankets. Another stretcher was wheeled into the sick bay and upon it lay Mr. Mewton who had gone to sea with us for a pleasure trip. He was unconscious but still alive, and the second mate of the ship commenced artificial respiration at once. This continued for about five hours, then one of the crew told me they would like to take me to another room; I knew the reason for this – Mr. Mewton had gone beyond all human aid. You can imagine something of what I passed through as I lay there in the ship all night and well into the next day, wondering how, when and where I would get ashore and how I was going to face by brothers’ widows and fatherless children, and my poor aged father. Continually I cried to God to see me through.   At midday, after being given a spare set of clothing, I was taken off the ship by a lifeboat from the Scilly Isles and into the same boat was lowered the body of Mr. Mewton. It took us three hours to reach St. Mary’s Harbour, and here I was interviewed by the Customs Officer, and had to go through the ordeal of giving a detailed account of all that had happened; but God’s presence was very deep within me, and it was a strength and power outside of myself which was bearing me up. My ordeal was not yet complete, for I was taken away by the Police Officer to the mortuary to identify Mr. Mewton’s body and from there to the inquest. But God was true to His promise, and was with me during this experience. It was now half-past four and the little steamer which plies between the Isles of Scilly and the mainland was due to leave for Penzance. We steamed into the harbour at eight o’clock; there was a great crowd there to meet me, amongst them were many loved ones including, of course, my wife. Pastor and Mrs. Matthews and a number of Church members were there also.   After reaching home my Doctor came and amongst the questions he asked me was, if I had taken in any sea water. I told him that I did not remember having taken a spoonful, and after examination he was amazed to find this was true, particularly taking into consideration the fact of my not being able to swim and being submerged under water so much – but I know it was God who was keeping me. The following day was a trying ordeal for me when a number of my nephews and nieces visited me. Many times during this experience the enemy had led me to the very brink and depth of despair but God, Praise His Name, kept me through it all; and He that has kept, I am confident, will keep, and it is to God that I give all the glory for preserving me.   Ralph Richards (sole survivor of the Porthleven fishing boat “Energetic.)