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Jacqueline Oldman
While researching my family history I came across this article in the Eastern Counties Advertiser 18th October 1879. It is the coroner's report relating to my great great grandfather's brother Thomas Brassett 1815 - 1879 an agricultural labourer of Southminster Essex. He was born 2nd August 1871 and baptised 5th August the son of Thomas and Amelia.
Southminster
Found Drowned - On Saturday afternoon an inquest was held at the White Hart Inn, by Mr W Codd, touching the death of Thomas Brassett aged 64 years of age, whose body was found in a ditch early on Thursday morning last, near Plumbro House, on the Southminster marshes. The witnesss examined were Benjamin Boosey and George Sams; but there was no evidence how the man came into the ditch., although the previous evening he was seen reclining on the grass by the side of it. The Jury returned a verdict of 'Found drowned, but under what circumstances there is no evidence to show'. How times have changed!!
My Grandmother
Mrs Minnie Vale (nee Miller-Houson) lived in Steeple. I visited her as a 6 year old (from New Zealand) in 1958/59. I remember a wee store where she would allow me to choose sweets. I thought these were 'free' - until I realised in much later years that of course she had an account at the store! My mother Elizabeth (Betty) grew up in Steeple. She was one of nine children but I think they did not all live there. They were there during the Second World War. If anyone remembers or knows of my grandmother, I would love to communicate!
Home Memories.
I moved into these cottages with my family in 1935 and my parents were there until 1959. Originally it was a barn hence the name 'Barn Row' and was converted into cottages in 1836 as marked in the brickwork on the other side of the cottages. All the time my parents lived there, there was no sewerage and only a stand tap in the middle yard to serve all four cottages. But times have changed and the village has been renovated and one or two new houses have been built.
Childhood
I have many happy memories of my childhood in Stambridge. I lived there with my family for 17 years until I married. Along with my brothers and sister, we all went to Stambridge Primary school and in the summer we used to go to Stambridge Mills where there was a small beach and we could go swimming in the holidays. We walked along to the sea wall and had picnics. During the long summers we rode our bicycles over to Canewdon and Paglesham. If anyone reading this has any pictures of Stambridge School I would appreciate it if they could contact me to send me copies as I have been unable to find any to show my children. Or of the Royal Oak as it used to be back in the 1950s.
Our Wedding
My husband Reginald and I were married at St Andrews Minster Ashingdon at 2 pm on saturday 16 September 1972. The service was conducted by The Rector Rev. Norman Cotgrove. I had 7 bridesmaids in blue,green,lilic,& lemon. Our fathers D.Hayes & L Willis were witnesses .When we came out and started to pose for the photos someone noticed that there was smoke coming from the back of the minster .I dont know if it was a fire in the church or a bonfire behind the church. From the back of the church there is a view for many miles across the country side
Visit
The early Rochford church next to Rochford Hall was our highlight. Continue to guard your priceless community.
When I Was A Girl
When I was about five years old my parents used to take us kids on a Sunday walk. Always remember it was to Stambridge mills. Back then the roads leading to the mill were not more then a country track. On the way to the mills dad would dig up horseradish to take home to mince up in mums mincer. I can smell the aroma of the place now. Corn fields wild flowers. When we got to the mills the smell of grinding corn hit you. Wonderful. We would walk through the mill and onto a place called Broom hills. After a good ramble around the place dad would take us to the Cherry Tree pub. Him and mum would go inside us kids were outside with our lemonade and crisps. Wonderful memories.
