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Historic maps of Berners Roding and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Berners Roding maps
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Fyfield| Roxwell| High Easter| Matching Green| Blackmore| Ongar| Pleshey| Writtle| Hatfield Broad Oak| Matching Tye| Hatfield Heath| Fryerning| Greensted-juxta-Ongar| Great Waltham| Sheering| Widford| North Weald| Little Hallingbury
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Evacuation to Essex
My mother and some of her family were sent/lived in Fyfield Ongar for a short time during the Second World War. They moved there from West Ham in London. Her only memory of where she lived is that it was a large house with swords arranged high up on the walls. Her only other memory is of a pub with the word 'Black' in it - we've located that! Any info will be gratefully recieved.
Outsiders!
My family moved to Cannons Green from London in 1953. We were viewed with some suspicion as there were few outsiders at that time. Who were we, why had we come there?! When I started at the primary school in 1956 my dad would sometimes pick me up in our car. Other kids would usually refuse a lift at first. Gradually we were accepted. Some people remember my mum not only as a Dinner Lady but because her Yorkshire accent was memorable. We left the village in 1968 for a wonderful new life in Australia. We had a great childhood exploring the old airfield, hanging out at the sports Pavillion, mucking about in the snow and finding ways to amuse ourselves with very few resources. In the early days me and my sister, Susan, hung around with Christine Fogg and Susan Bretton; later it was Jenny Carrick. Would respond to anyone who remembers us and contacts me. Joan Johnstone (nee Harwood), Eagle Point, Victoria, Australia.
The Last Village Policeman - Keith Brookes
My wife, family and I jumped at the chance of moving to Roxwell in 1982 for me to take over the position of resident Police Officer for Roxwell and its surrounding area. It transpired to be the best move we ever made. It was a job that I could not have done without my wife's support and assistance. The Police House/Office was in Stonehill Road, overlooking farmland and fantastic sunsets! Roxwell was and still is a wonderful place to live, and when I finally reached the end of my Police service in 1998, my wife and I continued to live in the village. The 'old' Police House was sold off nearly two years later after laying dormant and empty when we moved out. Essex Police, in their 'wisdom', closed all village Police Stations and what a great error of judgement that was - in my opinion!! We have nothing but good memories of Roxwell, its people and its proper country life which, sadly, is starting to fade as the village... Read more
Pavitt Family
Who-ever was asking about the Pavitt Family please reply.
There is a Jacob Pavitt and wife Ann buried in White Roding church yard buried along with my gt gt grandmother. Havent worked that one out yet.
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Norton Heath Equestrian Centre
My memories are of my year training at the equestrian centre when it was run by Victor Carter as a riding school and renowned BHS exam school. I trained for my BHSAI there, under Mr Carter, along with head instructor Pamela Green/Swain and John Mithcell - who's family ran/run the local RDA from their home. I was joined by Claire, Melanie De La Haye, Carol and Gill Smith during my time there. It was hard work but enjoyable. I returned to Norton Heath some 27 years later and was amazed at the transformation it had taken from being a riding school to a busy equestrian centre running shows of all descriptions - the school side had long since gone - shame really as I loved it there at the time.
WAR WAS TOUGH
Having been evacuated in 1942 to High Easter from the war torn East London, staying with my Aunty Hilda was a dream that I never wanted to end. Our local school was a delight, even Sunday School at St Marys was enjoyable, and play time in the local fields on all the farm equipment was an adventure beyond belief. Highlight of the week was a trip to Chelmsford in a Joe Lodge coach driven by Sid Perry, a family I shared happy memories with: the Perry children, our treat was a bottle of Vimto drank outside the Punch Bowl or the Cock & Bell, and with luck, depending how much was drunk by the adults, both Pubs. During 1942 we never had much in the way of material enjoyment, but made everything magical by our imagination, which was endless. Now at 73, just retired, I have time to reflect on those happy days,and when in the area, I stop and pay my respects to my Aunty Hilda, and Uncle Fred... Read more
Fond Holiday Memories
In the summer of 1963 my Dad took my sister (11), brother (4) and me (6) to stay with my Auntie Marie. She lived in the house adjoining the pub. I think it had a name like Penryn and appeared on the front cover of Country Life in the early 70's. I remember sleeping in the bedroom over the archway and waking up screaming in the middle of the night as I thought I had seen a gentleman dressed in black wearing a top hat walking across the room at the foot of my bed. Looking back I think I was probably woken by the noise of the pub turning out and a passing car probably caused a shadow across the wall. At the back of the property was a small apple orchard with a swing chair and we walked through grass that came up over our knees to have a swing. There was also lots of horse-radish growing and I think of my late Auntie every time I open... Read more
