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Chittering maps
Historic maps of Chittering and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Chittering maps
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Wilburton| Waterbeach| Haddenham| Wicken| Horningsea| Histon| Willingham| Impington| Swaffham Prior| Swaffham Bulbeck| Burwell| Sutton| Soham| Ely| Bottisham
Chittering area books
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Memories of Chittering
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Trouble Tut'mill
Whilst this isn't actually one of my recollections, I do know that Haddenham had at least two mills. One of them being owned back in 1809 by Messrs William and Robert Pate. My Gtx5 Grandfather, Philip Newman was a miller at their mill but unfortunately got 'caught in the workings' and was accidentally killed. Pretty gruesome really - no wonder he was buried the next day.
I'm unsure as to whether this mill is 'killer mill' or whether it was the other mill. I believe that only one is standing today.
The Moon & Sixpence
When my mother first bought the 'Pink' cottage, at the edge of the fen, it was very dilapidated, the barn in the back was almost gone, we had no electricity, no running water, the ceilings were too low, the stairs were falling down. My first memory of the place was my mother gardening, I would 'line up' worms in a row, of course they wriggled away. My fifth birthday party was held at the hall, just up the road. We kept horses in Mr Wells's field at the end of the village (Burwell Road side), we would ride on Devil's Dyke, or out on the fens, sometimes to the village shop, (run by Mr Seargent I think?). The dairy farmer used to drive his cows on to the green and down to the field by the dyke, then home again every day. The Lord Mayor used to come yearly and throw new pennies about for the children. I have recently returned to see the cottage, it is very grand now,... Read more
Grandad Lack of The Black Bull
I remember staying in the Black Bull, run by my grandad, grandad Lack. In the back garden was a huge willow tree and in one of the outhouses all the metal tops from the beer bottles were discarded. I used to sit in the tap room and look though the net curtains smelling strongly of cigarette smoke at the main road. He gave me fizzy cherryade. Auntie Peggy and Uncle George lived with grandad and took over when he died. Up the road was the fruit orchard where we picked apples and plums. I was very young but remember it well. How wonderful to find this photograph.
The Lacks
My great great grandfather was born in Willingham, his name was Joseph Lack. Many of my family are buried in the churchyard. I have not been to Willingham yet but hope to do so in the near future. I feel that I know the place so well even though I haven't been there. I am researching my family history, and found that they come from Willingham. Quite a lot of my family were carpenters. It was nice to see someone relating to Lack. Maybe not a good memory but hopefuly it will be a good one when I go to Willingham. Pat Mason
Grandad Lack
Hello again. I don`t know when Grandad Lack was born. I have no contakt with any of the Lack family because my mother remarried after my father Eric Lack died. Let me know if you find a link between the Lacks
Anna Stearn
Playing in The Corn Fields
I lived in the cottage next to the Chapel, and played with Wendy, we used to cycle to Upware and Wicken fen. At one point we would sit on the haystacks after the farmers had finished them. I would go horse riding in the corn cut fields, wonderful thing to do.
One good memory was when it snowed, Mrs Dowdswell used to pour water on the playground so we could all slide on it. Not allowed to do that sort of thing for the children today, Health & safety and all that! The village used to have a few shops, which sold more or less anything you wanted, and two pubs. We had lots of places to play, cadnam, down the fen, up heath road. It was a happy time. Children now adays do not know how to play with each other.
Elephants in Waterbeach
I am assured that my memory is not playing tricks on me when I recall elephants living in the large garden close to Dr Pritchard's old surgery. The nuns at the convent off the A 10 road used to terrify my sister and I. They were all partially visible behind a decorative gridded screen to the side of their chapel, black-clad and mumbling.
The parcel people would pass through Waterbeach regularly. A woman who turned naked cartwheels through The Fen was a popular sight.
