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Chattisham area books
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Mother-In-Law's Mate June
My Mum-in-Law (Janet Halls nee Smith) came from Sproughton and her mate June lived in the cottages to the left of the mill.
Post Office And School
The first building on the left was the old Post Office (owned by Mees). Just to the front of this is a small footpath that leads to my Mum-in-Law's (Janet Halls nee Smith) old school. It was also the village hall. It still has the green tin roof..... noisy when it rains!!!!!
Sproughton Wild Man
Did the Wild Man have a celebrity landlord/owner in the late 1950s, early 1960s? We were discussing this today, and I can vaguely remember he had something to do with Billy Cotton?
My Younger Years
I was aged six when my family moved to Sproughton 1932 when some new houses and bungalows had been built in a cul-de-sac called Broomfield Common off Church Lane. All of my young years were spent in the village until I joined the army in 1944. I well remember Ned Ginger's very old blacksmith shop where he used to shoe all the farm horses - and there were many in those days - and he would also repair farming equipment. The old building was eventually demolished as it stood right on the crossroads at the top of Lower Street opposite the Wild Man public house. A new blacksmith's shop was built further back from the cross roads. The landlord of the Wild Man was a Mr Rippon. Further down the street Charlie Mee kept the post office and general stores. Across the road, opposite the post office, Ted Mee had a stonemasons business, he was also the gravedigger. Shortly before I was demobbed from the army I had met my future... Read more
Children's Home.
1957, I am six years old. I am with my twin sisters who are ten and we are in the biggest house we have ever seen, a mansion with massive gardens, a children's home. The reason we are here is that my mother is in hospital and our father cannot look after us on his own with his work. My parents are now dead, my sisters cannot remember the name of the home we were in nor can I. I do remember the aeroplanes that flew over the home very low. I have good memories of this time. Going to school was a bit of a walk, I can remember trying to get there when it had snowed, it was so deep to me that my sisters took it in turn giving me a piggyback. The school was not very big and everyone there was friendly and kind but it did seem a long walk there and back to me. Alas my sisters and I cannot remember the name... Read more
The Lost Cat
Some years ago (lots of ago) we obtained a cat from the R.S.P.CA. My sons were delighted for a while but just after lunch a son, with tears running down his face, blurted out that the cat had disappeared. We all started hunting starting with our house. The search widened and widened but still no sign of the cat.
We all went home feeling sad as it seemed the cat disappeared totally. We had a quiet tea and told the boys we would get them another cat. A bit later there was vast "whoop" of happiness from upstairs.
Our eldest son had decided to change clothes and had pulled out a drawer in his chest of drawers further than normal. There, right at the back, sound asleep in his clothes was the cat!
Everything was happy again and the cat was warned not to be so silly in future but she took no notice of us, doing what she wanted, whenever... Read more
My Early Years in Bramford
My family moved to Bramford in 1935 when I was 5 years old when my father became the Station Master there, and we lived in the station house which is still there. My mum and Dad had two boys and two girls, although after a year my brother Ernest was away in the army [7th HUSSARS]. I have many happy memeries there. Across the road was the Station Garage where my best friend Bertie lived, Mr Francisco Smith was the garage owner and a First World War army veteran. He was a great guy, and used to take us lads out on trips in his 1938 Hillman to Ipswich to the cinema, Felixstowe and all around. Sadly, and ironicaly, he was the only one to be killed in Bramford, I believe, and as the Air Raid Warden, when a German bomb fell close to the garage during an air raid in 1943. Bertie and I attended the junior school which was situated just beyond the village church on the left... Read more
