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Barton Turf maps
Historic maps of Barton Turf and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Barton Turf maps
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Evacuee
I have strong memories of Barton Turf as a 5year old boy from London's East End. I was shipped to Bartom Turf to escape the Blitz after our house in Vallance Road was demolished by a bomb. My dad was on active service in the army and my mum stayed with her parents. I arrived at a large assemby hall to be selected by my new family (name of Shepherd). I came back to London at war's end totally traumatised as I could not understand why I had been sent away on my own. I am now 71 and still have dreams of this period.
Norfolk memories
Neatishead - The Enchanted Village!
I spent holidays in this magical place as a boy, staying year after year with my beloved aunt and uncle and my two cousins. It was a vibrant and exciting English village that buzzed and thronged with life and activity. I watched each dawn from my bedroom window as the village street and the busy post office slowly came to life. I ran the lanes and glorious fields with my cousins and our friends from dawn til dusk and the river drew us kids like a magnet and it was here that we languished in summer bliss, fishing and watching the coots and even the occasional kingfisher. I met friends in that glorious place that remains special to me to this day, and forty years on there will always be part of me back there in the Norfolk lanes.
Family
I've been looking into my family roots and my gt gt grandad came from here, the Howards then moved to Hull, Yorkshire.
The Castle, Wroxham
My Gt Grandfather, Edmund Woollard Willis, was the Licensed Victualler of the Castle Hotel in Wroxham about 1912. As I am researching my family history I would be very interested to hear from anyone with photo's or stories that you could share with me please.
Ancestry
My grandmother (Mary Elizabeth) was born in Ingham in the 1850s into the Batchelor familly. While looking into my past I found where my great-great (how many) grandfather had his workshop in Stalham. He was a builder and employed three brickies and three apprentices and had his builders yard behind the Swan. His initials are scratched into the door entrance pillars of what is now the pub store. There is also a plaque set into the wall on the 'inaccessible' side. You can see where he extended his workshop and from the way he built, it is possible to see other buildings in Stalham bearing his method of building. The chances are that in the mid 1800s there was no standard for building and if a builder found a plan that worked then why not adopt it. Quite a few of my ancestors are residing in the churchyard at Ingham and I believe that I am also related to the Hewitts in Stalham church yard. The original Batchelor of Ingham... Read more
Canon Peter Nicholson
I loved Catfield, my home village, and the little school which, in my time there had almost 100 pupils up to the age of 14. Mrs M A Batchelor was head teacher and Miss Drake taught the infants. We learned such a lot and I remember learning so much about my country and the world from the huge maps which hung on the walls all around us. There were no school dinners; we just took sandwiches. Everyone was very happy. We played conkers, hopscotch, marbles, hoops, pop guns (with acorns as bullets) etc. I sang in the church choir along with many of my friends. The Revd Henry Lillingston was the rector but he went away to become an army chaplain in the Second World War. Canon Horace Wake served the parish for about 27 years and he was greatly loved. He had lost an eye at Gallipoli. He founded the scout troop in the village. Almost everyone in the village walked to church on Sunday mornings and evenings... Read more
Horning Summer Fete
The summer fetes in Horning bring back very good memories. I can remember one year that Mike Reid opened the fete, I can remember waiting outside the Swan public house with my mum to see him. There was also a tent that served teas /coffee and cakes made by the ladies of Horning and in the evening it turned into a disco for the younger people in the village, unfortunately I never went as I was not old enough, but I remember peeping through a gap in the tent one time to see what it was like.
