Borley, Suffolk

The Ransons move to Castle Hedingham

We arrived in Castle Hedingham around the turn of the year 1964/5, Mum, Dad, my three little brothers and myself. Our newly built house was just out of shot to the left of this photo of Pye Corner. Mum & Dad's friend Tony owned the white Alvis car parked on the green. We were very excited be in our big house.... [more]

'Threeways Cafe', Bures

My dad and mum owned the Threeways Cafe in Bures for a while in the late 1950s, they where Eddie and Margaret Morris. If anyone remembers them I would like to see their memories.
Mary

Where I grew up.

I lived most of my life in Sible Hedingham, as a family we moved there from London in 1962.  I was just 2 years old at the time. My father Robert Farren, "Bob" as he was best known and my mother Ivy, took over the licence of The White Lion, Church Street.  Growing up I never imagined that I would ever... [more]

blacksmiths

I attended the grammar school 1936-9. Whilst waiting for buses home I used to talk to the local blacksmith. I said to him ,"My granddad uised to be a smith"
When I told him my surname was `King` he asked "Was he Tom King ?" I did not know as my relative had died when I was two but asked "Why?"... [more]

DOES ANYONE REMEMBER MY DAD?

My dear dad, who is 90, was as a small child sent to live on a farm in Stoke By Nayland, as he was orphaned. It would be between about 1924-1929. He has very happy memories of staying with the farmer and his wife. Dad was also a choir boy at the local church. His name is Dennis Craddock, and he... [more]

Great-great-grandfather William Clark, born Weathersfield 1804

Our great-great-grandfather was born in Weathersfield in 1804. He married Sussannah, born 1797, also from Wethersfield. They had five children, all born in Wethersfield, one being Walter Clark who was our mother's grandfather. They were living at 8 Ottleys Lane, Weathersfield in 1851. The children were Eliza Clark, born 1834, living at 6 Hudson Hills and working as a Straw Plaiter... [more]

week ends

Fishing in whitleys farm pond with don martin eyes glued on the water for tench bubbles. catching one of two pounds and scared half to death of it getting off the hook [ granny knots] ..riding in trailers full of warm wheat.. birds nesting down the old farm and falling in the moat. getting shouted at for riding my bike on... [more]

A search in progress

Finchingfield to me, in my younger days, was a place that Dad would take Mum and me to on a Sunday afternoon drive. Never to stop for very long but it is a place that leaves a snapshot in your memory.
Being an adopted child I did not realise at the time that Finchingfield would play a large part in a... [more]