Cavendish, Suffolk

Fishing as a boy

I started working at Brundon Farm when I was ten years old. Mr Norman was very kind to me and I helped out on the the farm for the next five years. I had a great time when I was a kid fishing at Brundon Mill mainly for pike. There were concrete tank traps that were left over from the Second World War which were pushed into the river by the bridge. People's spinners and plugs always caught on the iron bars of the tank traps, so in the summer I used to walk out and get them. There is also a ford there.

Growing up in the 1950s

Dad was the village policeman, PC 39. Our family name was Moss. We lived outside the village near the T junction to Little Waldingfield (two farm houses, we lived in one of them).  Dad, mum and my 4 sisiters.  We all attended Gt. Waldingfield school (next to the church then).  Miss Bowers was the teacher.  She lived with her mum and brother in a bungalow near to the Shop.  I sang in the choir at church.  We walked to school (1-1/2 miles) every day.  Some days we took short cuts through the fields.  One day a swan landed on the pond at the bottom of the school lane (but the pond was in a field).  Miss Bowers took us to see the swan, then we came back and drew it in pastel. I remember it like it was yesterday.  Sometimes when we came out of school, the cows were being driven home for milking.  The farmer had a black dog to keep the cows walking towards the farm.  I remember catching sticklebacks in a pond near to where we lived.  At weekends, or in the holidays, I would roam along the hedges and ditches looking for unusual things.  The plants in the hedgerows that fascinated me more than anything, had a long mauve spike in spring and red berries in the autumn, and shiny oval shaped leaves.  Once I lost a packet of fruit gums whilst out wandering along the hedges.  I retraced my steps the same day but never found them.   Mr. and Mrs. Sagon ran the farm next door.  Betty, their daughter, was our family friend.  I was a Brownie (gnome pack) and thoroughly enjoyed it.  Miss Bowers was our brown owl.  we never had a television so we made our own entertainment.  Reading, writing, sketching, we did all sorts of things in the short space of time before going to bed after listening to the Archers.  We had no electricity, so we went to bed with a candle.  That was a wonderful experience.  Mum taught me at a very early age to gut a pheasant, and when Christmas came round I always helped her by drawing the pheasants.

Memories of Three Happy Years

I, Bill Rodgers was in the United States Air Force stationed at RAF Wethersfield. My wife Phyllis, son Michael and I lived on the Heath Estates, Great Waldingfield from 1962 to 1965. Michael, age 5 attended the Folly Road Primary School in Great Waldingfield. Our daughter Michelle was born in the Sudbury hospital in 1964. We had a wonderful time in Great Waldingfield, with wonderful neighbors. We visit England at least once a year. My wife is from Leicester, England whom I married in 1959.

Two years ago we attended our friend's (old neighgbor) 50th wedding anniversary in Red Lodge, England. We frequently visit with our friends durning our trips to England. We still have other friends in Great Waldingfield with whom we stay in touch with.