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Cockley Cley maps
Historic maps of Cockley Cley and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Cockley Cley maps
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Swaffham| Ickburgh| Narborough| Cranwich| Methwold
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Evacuee
I was evacuated from Hackney with my brother and sister in 1939 until 1942. My brother and I stayed at the gardens with Mr and Mrs Rawlinson my sister across a field stayed with Mr Blakeney. We were chosen at the village hall. The church warden's pub was our school. The army were billeted in all the woods surrounding the gardens, I was supplied with badges and sweets by them and on Sunday I would try to march back to their camp from church, which was very hard for a six-year-old.
Lady Roberts used to knit me socks and scarves and even gave me saving stamps. A great time was had when Lord and Lady Roberts's son got married and all the village pushed his car.
I still visit Cockley Cley once a year, there is still a lot unchanged and it brings back three very happy years of my life. I could not have wished to have been looked after better.
Len Wastell
Norfolk memories
School Holidays in Swaffham
I used to spend all my school holidays with my grandmother Mrs.May Symonds who lived on Queen street last house close to the playing field, I have very fond memories of playing in the field, walking what was called "the cinder path" and shopping at a store called Hanents this store if I remember correctly from my childhood memories was beside a closed in stone ally way, I loved the smells in this store and the old wood floors that creaked they also had a cash lady sitting in a booth high above counter or so it seems to my mind and there were lines running from each counter to this cashier who made all the money transactions. a bell would ring and this comtraption holding the money would fly back and forth.I also have fond memories of the market place where one could buy anything from a safty pin to a dress. oh how I wish I could returne to those times. There was a... Read more
Oxborough, Norfolk.
Before moving to Australia in 1964, my parents took a nostalgic trip back to Oxborough, where Mum was born. Mum's maiden name was English and we managed to find heaps of old gravestones in the cemetry.
Around 1998, my sister and self returned to Oxborough for an overnight stay during holidays in the UK. We asked at the local pub if there was anyone around the area who may have known the English family of yore. Lo and behold, we managed to visit a far distant relative with the surname English, who was able to tell us stories about Mum and her family. Mum died quite a few years ago but I still have fondest memories of the stories she would tell of the folk and goings on at the village. All of the children in Mum's family, 7, attended the school in the village centre at the same time! No age distinction there.
Its a shame that no - one else has written about Oxborough, a beautiful village that... Read more
The ENGLISH Family of Oxborough, Relatives???
Anyone reading this who has the surname ENGLISH or knows of someone in their family with this name, who originates or comes from Oxborough, please contact as a family tree is in the process of being made and any family names and dates etc would be very helpful. Thank you. hapidaze@ozemail.com.au
Crashed Liberator
My husband, Edward Hoggett, remembers a Liberator crashing on the school road close to Claremont Hall, there were no survivors. He was a very young boy at that time but we don't seem to be able to find any information on this, just wondered if anyone out there could help, Mrs B Hoggett.
Searching For my Roots And my English Relatives
All I had was a plate to start with, and on it was the name of Stoke Ferry. When I visited my son when he was living in Cambridge I determined to go and visit the village. While there, the editor of a local paper took my information and I met the man who ran the English garage, but was unable to locate my relatives. Sadly, I had to leave. It would have meant so much to me to connect with them. Upon returning home, I began to do some genealogical research and discovered that my grandfather John English and my grandmother Dorothea Redfern had indeed, come from Stoke Ferry. I subsequently discovered a book written about Stoke Ferry and discovered a picture of my great grandfather and his 15 children. How I wish I could connect with some of my English relatives. I walked the streets of Stoke Ferry and felt something that cannot be described - accompanied by a sense... Read more
The Early Years...
I was born in Mundford in 1955 - when I was 18 months old my family moved to the nearby hamlet of West Tofts. We had a small wooden bungalow, one of a pair, that was directly opposite an army camp. My father worked for his father as a farm labourer at Lynford Home Farm, but following some sort of bust-up, my dad started working for the MOD on night shifts and during the day he gradually built up a smallholding, ending up with about 40 acres - we farmed barley and sugar beet, and kept pigs. Now I look back, I realise how hard Dad must have laboured to hold down a job a night and work the land during the day. He did have me as a (sometimes unwilling) labourer. Usually I would get up and feed the pigs before going to school at Mundford Primary. At that time, 1960 when I started, the 3 or 4 kids in West Tofts were picked up by a local taxi and taken... Read more
