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Historic maps of Banningham and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Banningham maps
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Banningham area books
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Norfolk memories
Charles Earl: Lime Kiln
My great-grandfather owned the Lime Kiln in the village of Aldborough. When my grandfather Charles Earl was a young man he decided to leave the village with a friend and cycle to London to seek his fortune. They arrived in Pinner where my grandfather met his future wife (she was landlady of a pub). He went to work on the building of the London Underground. I have visited Aldborough on several occasions and I'm delighted to see the two pubs that my grandfather used to drink in as a boy are still there.
The Issacs Family
Does anyone remember Juliette Issacs? I am trying to find her, we lost touch in 1986. I remember she lived here and I used to visit often. She had 3 brothers, one called Simon, and her dad was called John. I would appreciate any info.
Aldborough, The Green
I lived here as a teenager betweern1998 - 2000, an amazing place. I haven't been back yet but will do at some time in the future. Aldborough holds a lot of special memories for me, the people are charming and the village even more charming.
Molly Keeler
Myself and my 2 sisters and my brother lived in cottages at Hall Road near Aldborough Hall. We all use to walk all the way to Aldborough School in all weathers. My brother's name was Alan and my sisters' names were Ann and Gillian. We had a wonderful childhood. My parents eventually moved to a council house just passed the Black Boys public house. We use to love the fairs that used to come on to the green every June or July. I remember the "cake walk", swings and the coconut shies. I also remember when I was about 10 or 11 we used to walk to the Village Hall to fetch meat pies, I'm not sure why though. There was a butcher's shop whose name was Massinham, and they had the best tasting sausages in the world. I have tried to buy all kinds but they never taste the same. When I first left school I worked in Highs Bakery.... Read more
My First School, Alby Hill, 1944
My mother and her mother were born in my great-grandparents' cottage at Hanworth Common. Richard and Blanche Craske they were. Well dear old Richard was really my step great grandad. The true one was Charles Pitcher but he died in 1894. I've traced the maternal male line back to Abraham Pitcher, born in 1791 at Thurgarton. I lived with my mother Mary [nee Riches], my younger brother and my father, Bill, who was in hospital after being badly wounded in Normandy. We were living in "Doodlebug Alley" in NW Kent when our house was damaged by a parachute mine. I was blown out of the top bunk in the Anderson shelter and landed on my bonce on the concrete floor. The doctor said I could turn funny at any time. Mother decided to take us up to Hanworth for some peace while the house was repaired. We couldn't stay with Granny as there was no room. We first stayed at the farm, now derelict, by the common gate to Sustead. We then... Read more
Quaint Corner Still There.....
I'm reasonably sure this is the little alleyway that links Market Street to what is now known as St Nicholas Court.
"Don't Hang Around on The Town Clock."
The Clock Tower has been the focal point of North Walsham ever since it was built. I'm sure countless people have used it as a meeting place over the years. Latterly it has became synonymous for the younger generations to loaf about on when there has been nothing better to do. During the 70s I was a teenager in the town and a regular stern warning from Mother was "Don't hang about on the town clock." This was difficult to avoid as all my mates would meet up there.
