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Faulkes Family
Hi, I'm Mel and I'm looking for information on my 4 x grandparents and family. According to church records James Faulkes (Forkes as it was then written) was born in Scoulton in 1819 and his father's name was Jonathan so I'm looking for information about them. For some reason the name was changed.
When I Was A Child
We lived in the hamlet of Saham Waite - about a 2 mile walk for my mother with the pram and 3 older kids every time she needed some shopping. My Granny worked as a cook/housekeeper for a nearby farm and I think we got the cottage as part of that deal. There were only 2 cottages and Baldrow's Farm in the hamlet. Neither cottage had electricity and Mum and Granny cooked on the range and we used candles and paraffin lamps for light. Us kids had the freedom of the land! We were out all day. There was a pond with coypus that we were warned not to go near, so of course we did and we were also warned not to eat the opium poppies in the field where the pond was - so of course we played shops with them - I don't remember actually eating them! I once found a sword in a ditch but during a quarrel with my brother, he took it and then... Read more
My Hometown
I was born in 1928 at Woodhill, Gressenhall and moved to Dereham at the age of 6yrs and left when I married some 20 years later. It was a happy childhood in spite of the war years, in fact it added to the excitement of those years, dashing out to crashed planes, collecting shrapnel, army badges etc and of course the generous handouts from the American troops of chocolate, gum, cigs plus the grub when we went on to the bases at Shipdham and Wendling, bearing in mind that our food was rationed.
Then the Evacuees came to Dereham. I was one of the helpers that walked the children to their new homes.
This influx of children meant that the schools couldn't cope with all of us at once so we only did half days, one week of mornings and afternoons the next, we kids thought that was great as gave us more time to pursue our "war exploits".
We had two cinemas in town, I should say two in... Read more
School Days
First school London Road Infants, a short time in Scotland and then the Church Infants, each school day walking from Theatre Street (two doors up from 'The Cherry Tree') through the market place and down Church Street. I moved on to the primary at the top of Theatre Street and eventually Crown Road. While at Theatre Street I would occasionally return to the bottom of Church Street to the 'rag and bone' yard with rabbit skins to supplement my pocket money.
I remember some 10 years later when I rode my motorbike from Theatre Street to the chemists at the top end of Church Street, made my purchase then walked out thinking of other things. It was when I got back to Bell Yard I realised my bike was still parked outside the chemist's. So much for being lazy.
SCARNING SCHOOL
At the age of 5yrs I started my education at Scarning School, I lived at Woodhill [see memory of Dereham] which meant about a 2 mile walk to school with my 10 yr old sister usually stopping to play in the stream at Podmore on the way. School dinners! There was no such thing, it was sandwiches which, regardless of weather, had to be eaten in the playground. I can still remember that the head mistress was Mrs Grand who lived in the house attached to the school. I was only at this school for about a year then moved to Dereham. Scarning is situated on the A47. On the approach from Dereham there used to be a steel railway bridge accross the road but has since gone.It was always known as Scarning Arch. I can still remember a silly little song we used to sing as kids: Young folk old folk everybody come Come and join our company and have a bit of fun Bring a bit of chewing gum and stick it on the... Read more
Chapel Street
Hi, We moved into a cottage in Chapel Street about 1952. The building was on a sharp bend at the top of the lane that led down to the mere. Many a motorcyclist came to grief on the corner and it would not be unusual to find a motorcycle propped up against the gate post of Tom Banham's field on a Sunday morning. We lived there until 1966 when we moved to Attleborough. My father took a job with a house working for Sid Southgate on the farm and was employed by his son 'Dick' after Sid retired. Memories of Rocklands are many and varied, as are the memories of some of the village residents, 'Humpty' Banham, 'Bummer' Overton and Jim Davey to name a few. The street has changed enormously in the number of houses. As one turned off the main road at the crossroads Mrs Allen lived on one side and Bertie Chapman and his family lived on the other. From there right through to the Bell pub there was probably... Read more
Holidays in Saham Hills
Just after the war we visited Saham Hills quite regular from Hull. We stayed with an aunt and uncle of my father's by the name of Smith. He was called Charlie, his wife was Pat and they had a son who was called young Charlie to distinguish him from his father. The house was next to the Post Office and had a water pump in the yard and an enormous garden out the back which had an enormous Victoria plum tree in it. I think Uncle Charlie worked on the road but I could be wrong. If memory serves me right, the Post Office was in a house built with white bricks in among the red ones and had a lovely sounding bell when you opened the door. On the road outside the post office was a G.P.O. red telephone kiosk which to my eyes was very unusual as in Hull all the phone boxes are white. I spent a lot of time with the local children whose names I have forgotten... Read more
