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Norfolk memories
Memories of Holkham And The Victoria Hotel
Whilst I lived at Mattishall near Dereham in the early 1960's I became a regular visitor to the area in Summer and Winter, having use of a small boat at Burnham Overy Staithe.
Fishing and full days out at Scolt Head became a regular feature for me, my mates and our girlfriends. We looked for a local pub to drink at and the Victoria at Holkham (Public Bar!) became just that. There were some wonderful local characters drinking there in those days.
You will have to excuse me on names as it is some forty years plus but I will do my best. I recall a "Bob" Everitt who was a retired gamekeeper from the Estate. There was Reuben, Maurice a retired chauffeur from the Hall and another local called Albert. Bob, Maurice and Reuben loved a game of dominos and one of the Dereham gang would be the forth player to make up the game especially at weekends. I remember Ernie Ruffles whose wife Betty ran the Public Bar... Read more
Circus at The Village Hall C 1955
We lived in the village pub The Lifeboat Inn. I remember being flooded and all the beer barrels floating in the cellar, mum cooking mussels given in lieu of beer, which were left in the bath and climbed up the wall and had to be knocked off with a shoe! Fred from the Hall bringing pheasant and buckets of cream, the visiting circus in the village hall opposite, with a moth eaten toothless lion!!! which we thought was wonderful in those days. Walking out to the wrecked ship on the beach, exploring the underground gun encampment with all the wrinkled floor boards, tin hats, metal beds etc, riding our bikes through the high tides along the beach roads, losing our wellies as we waded through the marshes looking for King John's treasure (yes I know we were nowhere near where it was lost but it kept us busy for the summer holidays)!! Picking fruit for pocket money,
watching the lights on the marshes at night which we thought were smugglers... Read more
Paranormal Memories
My earlies memories center around the Barrow Common area of Brancaster, Many of you probably do not beilieve in such things, but at this time as a family, our lives were profoundly affected by these happenings. If you are interested, the details are at http://journals.aol.co.uk/chunkichick/TheLifeBeyond
Stories of North Creake
My grandfather, John Arnett, was the teacher at the North Creake school for many years. Four of his sons came to Canada. When I was a little girl growing up in distant Saskatchewan the uncles would gather and tell marvellous tales of living in North Creake. I have a photo of the grandmother riding her tricycle, of the brothers in front of the school house during World War I. When my grandfather died there was a story in the Norwich newspaper of how he passed on the Earl's frock coat to the newly elected Labour Member of Parliament. (The Earl was in the habit of giving Grandfather items of clothing for the poor as many were in need in the 1930's but there was little call for a frock coat among the farm labourers.) Thank you for showing me North Creake. F. Arnett Sbrocchi, Western Australia
Childhood Memories...
I remember most of these places shown in the photographs and as I look at them memories flood back! I remember learning to swim by the steps on the quay and drinking cider whilst hiding amongst the sprat boxes piled high on the quayside.
Taking empty pop bottles stored behind Plattens milk bar and returning them to the counter to receive money back on the empties! Walking the 'greasy pole' at Regatta time and working on the funfair for free rides. Riding my 'trolley' (soap box on wheels) down Staithe street and around the Butlands while visiting my friends to swap comic books. Paying sixpence at the Regal Cinema on a Saturday afternoon to watch the Lone Ranger! Hanging around the whelk houses down the East End for freebies! Walking over the mussel beds (ouch, cut feet!) at low tide to the marshes to collect seagulls' eggs and helping the older lads dig for sandworms before they were loaded onto the steam train at the station. Attending school with trunks... Read more
A Year to Remember
How well I remember arriving at Wells-next-the-Sea from Leicester as a new bride. My husband was a former high school pen-friend who was now in England serving in the U.S Air Force, having been in the country from his home in Wisconsin for a year. Now stationed at Sculthorpe. We spent our first week in Norfolk in the village of Sydestone until we could find rental accomodations in Wells. Our home there was shared with the owners of the property, a couple named Mr & Mrs Rtiches. The name of the house was St Heliers. It was a large brick house surrounded by a high brick wall, situated on Station Road across from the Library and The Post Office. There had been a section of the brick wall cut away by the gates and from there Mrs Riches sold flowers and vegetables from her garden. My husband and I occupied a bedroom upstairs and a bathroom with other family members. Downstairs we had our own living room and kitchen.... Read more
Family Connections.
This is my grandfather standing in his whelk house looking at the boats as they unload. He died after a motor car accident on Beach Road in 1934.
