Barton Mills, Suffolk
Barton Mills photos
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Barton Mills maps
Historic maps of Barton Mills and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Barton Mills maps
Barton Mills books
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Memories of Barton Mills
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I was looking for pictures of the mansion and church. I lived in Barton Mills as a young girl... American girl....lived across the village green... I am still holding bottles I dug up at the mansion. With love, Bobbi.
Shared on 11 November 2008
Suffolk memories
Friday luncheons at Tillys from Jean Ryder
During the years of 1959-1960 I worked as secretary in the Education Centre at RAF Mildenhall. One of my favourite memories of that time was having lunch at Tillys Pantry every Friday. Another secretary at the air base had just passed her driving licence exam - quite a feat for a young girl at that time as it was a... [more]
Shared on 28 October 2008
Any imformation or photographs would be very welcome please to ReidFS@aol.com.
Shared on 20 February 2009
Andrew Lindborg - My Grandfather
I have a copy of this postcard myself - the family kept it as the leading horse (on the left, closest to the camera is being ridden by my grandfather - Andrew Lindborg.
The copy that I have is coloured, somewhat artificially.
Shared on 16 August 2009
I worked in racing stables in Exeter Road. In the spring of 1960 I was injured when a yearling I was exercising suddenly reared and I 'went out the back door', narrowly missing the edge of the pavement, but hitting my unprotected head (safety headgear was not worn in those days by stable lads or girls). The accident happened in St... [more]
Shared on 08 May 2009
Big toe stuck in the drain...lol
I remember this paddling pool so well, when I was about 8 years old I would be there with my nana {in fact in looks like me in the pic}. She would sit on the bench in the pic and eat her rich tea biscuits. I begged her to let me swim every time we were there, I would mostly paddle... [more]
Shared on 10 October 2008
This memory 'date' is only approximate - I was a member of the NOMADS for a number of years and recall with great affection some of the productions - 'Haul for the shore', 'Reluctant heroes', 'The shop at Sly Corner', 'Plaintiff in a pretty hat' .. etc. I still have the press coverage and photos of these and smile benignly at... [more]
Shared on 06 October 2008
Stationed at a nearby American Air Force base, I visited Newmarket frequently. My favourite pub was in the Carlton Hotel. I remember the murals between the front and back bars. I preferred the back bar. I and several other airmen took ballroom dance lessons upstairs in the Carlton. Sadly, I never mastered those. I had spent so many evenings in the... [more]
Shared on 26 June 2008
Extracts From Barton Mills & Suffolk books
Displaying a selection of extracts from Frith books about Barton Mills, inspired by Frith photos.
Suffolk - A Second Selection Photographic Memories
Until the by-pass was opened, this was the route of the A11. This group of buildings (dated 1668) flanks the bridge over the River Lark, which provided power for the water mill. John Godfrey installed a steam engine and roller milling plant in the 1880s. Parker Brothers took over the mill in c1900 and sold it in 1948, after which it... [more]
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The pretty little village of Barton Mills, and the Bull Inn. In the 13th century, the local rector, Jacobus de Scabellis, became a cardinal, and ultimately, Pope Honorius IV.
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The pretty little village of Barton Mills, and the Bull Inn. In the 13th century, the local retor, Jacobus de Scabellis, became a cardinal, and ultimately, Pope Honorius IV.
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