Boxford, Suffolk
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We have just discover some of our relatives may have come from the Boxford area. Does anyone remember or recall anyone of the name of Churchyard or maybe Greenwood living in Boxford or nearby, maybe even Ipswich. Our father maybe went to a boys home in the area in the 20's and 30's
Can anyone help with our search for anyone with these names or anyone who may have been at a boys home. We would be very grateful for any help or information.
Shared on 11 April 2009
I would like to add a memory of Boxford, no, wonderful memories that I have of Boxford 65 years ago.
As a child of four, I was evacuated with my grandmother Mary Jane Farthing, nee Carpenter, to Boxford to stay with her parents, my great Grandmother Mary and Grandfather Charles Carpenter at Tinywent Corner - a little cottage with a well and a toilet way up the end of the garden.
The start of this adventure suddenly went haywire when the train stopped at Marks Tey, and we had to walk the rest of the way to Boxford.
Looking up Swan Street, the school I attended would have been behind me, and also the village hall. This was our meeting place on a Saturday morning to see the silent black and white pictures with somebody playing the piano.
Moving up Swan Street, the first house on the right was rented out to my great uncle Eddy and great aunt Flo. (Her Yorkshire pudding and gravy, cooked on paraffin stove was delicious.)
Further up the street on the left was the butcher who used to stop selling meat at midday on a Saturday, and then become the barber. He only used to cut the sides in a style known as the basin cut, leaving the top quite long.
Further on were some small old peoples' dwellings where my great Grand parents spent their last days.
Just past this was the church,, which I had to attend twice on Sundays, I believe it was Methodist.
Keeping going past the road to Tidywent Corner, and up the hill was the public house called, I believe The Fox.
This was managed by my Great Uncle Olly and Great Aunt Sybil. He was some character, with an artificial leg, which he used to stand in the corner with his collar and tie attached.
Many a time I walked across the fields from Tidywent to get a bottle of beer for my Great Grandad. A frightening thing to do in Autumn and Winter.
Carrying on past the Fox was a field with a broken mulberry tree, when ripe we all made ourselves sick, but they were gorgeous.
Next on the right was Rose Cottage within was my Great Aunt Beatrice. I hope it still stands, because it was so beautiful.
And now to Tidywent Corner. As the road turns at the top to the right, a pond sat next to a “modern” cottage wherein were two of my mates, a boy and girl, their names I cannot remember. Legend had it there was a horse and cart sunken in the pond, and we believed it! Next to it and opposite my cottage was a Molten, a long building for keeping hay etc, with below it a rifle range. I don’t think I ever heard a noise from it.
Further up on the left was (to us) the Manor house. Once, when scrumping grapes, I was caught by the local bobby who clumped me round the ear and sent me home, to get another one from Great Grandpa!
I mentioned the well earlier. This was directly outside the kitchen door, and quite deep. It was, for a long time our only source of water.
Before going to school, it became my job to wind up a few buckets to see us through the day.
The toilet was a tin hutted contraption with just a hole in the ground, and a wooden seat.
Built under a plum tree I think, when ripe they sounded like bombs when hitting the roof.
Although blind, my grandpa kept singing birds in a brick shed by the side entrance.
He had a cat, which was vicious, and would only go to him; I just kept out of its way.
One day the cat never came home, until that is, whilst I was pulling up the water, the cat was in the bucket.
I dropped it and ran into Granny who picked it up and buried it. I think to his dying day great grandfather thought I had thrown it down the well.
I used to help the milkman deliver the milk, just in the Tidywent corner that is. He had a horse and a cart like a Roman chariot, without the swords. The jugs were left by the door, with cash of 2 pence or more covered with a saucer.
My daughter is carrying out a family tree, and we would love to hear from anyone in the family.
She has compiled a list of the Carpenters (see below) a large family as you can see, but there is one name not on the list.
I was often teased by ‘Una’ a land army girl whom I am sure was a relative; I would dearly like to meet her again.
I sincerely hope this little memory will stir someone’s interest, and hopefully they will get in touch with us.
Many thanks
By email to swiftcall@tiscali.co.uk
Or by snail mail to
Alan Lloyd
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Family tree of carpenters.
Earnest married Leslie Fairs
Edgar married Elsie Herbert
Oliver married Sybil Hunt
Elsie married Percy Gant
Beatrice married Albert Tricker
Mary Jane married Charles Farthing
Shared on 09 August 2006
William Balaam born in Stone Street, Boxford in 1870 or thereabouts. He was my Grandfather's stepfather. Grandad often talked of Boxford. It is believed that later in William Balaam's life he became a Mayor or Lord Mayor - however, we are not certain which town in the UK he became Mayor of - because he moved to London at some stage and married in West Ham, Essex. His father's name was Walter Balaam. Hope someone living in Boxford, Suffolk remembers the Balaam Family.
Annne
Shared on 08 June 2008
Suffolk memories
In 2001 my husband Derek and I visited Assington. We had been researching Derek's family history, and had discovered that his great-great-grandfather John Crisell was the bailiff, in the middle of the 19th century,at Society Farm, Assington.
We were unable to find the farm, but called at a farm shop in the middle of the village, and were told that this had been Society Farm, but had changed its name to Willow Tree Farm. The reason it had been called Society Farm was that Sir John Gurdon, of Assington Hall, had set up a co-operative agricultural experiment on the farm in the 1830s in an effort to help the villagers. Some years later, John Crisell was appointed bailiff, and had lived in the farmhouse with his family, including his daughter Sarah who would become Derek's great-grandmother.
Shared on 27 August 2006
Extracts From Boxford & Suffolk books
Displaying a selection of extracts from Frith books about Boxford, inspired by Frith photos.
Suffolk Villages Photographic Memories
The 18th-century brick-fronted Swan (left) closed in the 1980s. The Victorian stepped gables, porch and Tudor-style windows of Old Castle House beyond mask a timber building of c1600. The adjoining Victoria Cottage with round-topped windows is dated 1839. Commerce House was Kingsbury’s the builders, established in 1730. There are several small shops on the right, one of which has painted bands imitating beams and a panel of pargetting - only the latter remains today.
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Suffolk Villages Photographic Memories
On the left is Norman’s grocery and general shop, now a newsagent’s. The shop front now extends half the width of the building. The shop next door with the two gables and jettied front was C J Newell’s butcher’s shop. The Fleece Hotel beyond, with its 18th-century front, is renowned for its jazz sessions in the upper room. The arched footbridge gives access over the River Brett, which flows through the village.
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Suffolk Villages Photographic Memories
This hamlet is to the south of Boxford and separated from it since 1975 by the bypass. This community is a Kersey in miniature, with a tiny stream, and timber- framed, plastered, jettied and gabled houses with roof lines at all angles. It even had its own pub, The Compasses, until 1989. The shop on the right, Henry Grimwood’s, closed in 1983. All the houses have been restored and the barns converted. The house to the left had pargetting decoration added in 1969.
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