East Harling, the Playing Fields c1965
East Harling, the Playing Fields c1965 Ref: e132005
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I have very fond memories of holidays spent with my Aunt Susan Parkinson and my cousins Jane and David Boggia and their daughters Mel and Bev. I helped out in the store one holiday and had my first romance with a lad from the village. We were always made very welcome. My dad used to live and work on Uncle Ben's farm and it was from there he joined the army. Dad's name was Bill Byatt.
I remember playing with the children from the village, we would walk to the little stream that ran under the bridge and paddle in the cold water, watching out for the very large Pike that was rumoured to live in the pond. I have not visited East Harling for many years now and I would love to know if it has changed much.
Shared on 18 February 2008
I was born and brougt up in the village of Garboldisham in Norfolk and have so many memories of when I was a child - I always felt safe and everybody knew each other, a real village. One of my best memories is of the village shops - the General PO & Stores were looked after then by a lovely mixed race family called the Fades. However, the shop dearest in my memory is the little tiny cottage shop set down the lane next door to the main stores. At one time also the bakery used to be down here but at the very bottom was Miss Chillingsworth's! I can still hear the clanging of the bell that was above the door and alerted the lovely lady that she had customers - she used to appear round the counter from her private quarters within seconds - the little front room of the shop was full to the brim with everything you can imagine and had an especially fantastic selection of sweets, penny chews, sherbet saucers, parma violets, traffic light lollies, chocolate mice, coconut tobacco and bars of Old Jamaica Rum chocolate - it was the best place to go with your 10p coin as you'd certainly come out with a huge mixed bag! At Christmas she would take you into her 'back room' where she had so many things for us kids to buy as secret gifts for our mums and dads - it will stay in my memory forever. She always wore her long hair in a braid which was wrapped around her head and although sometimes she could be a little snappy, she never turned us kids away - even when we only had 2p to spend. Sadly I got older and the lures of Diss became too much and I have to admit that to this day, I really don't remember the old shop closing or where she ended her days. I am absolutely certain of one thing however, shops like this have disappeared from our lives forever and I'm just very glad that I have had the opportunity to record this lovely memory.
Shared on 31 July 2009
I remember being taken to the village when I was very young - I believe one of my great uncles ran the Pub - One of the ubquitous Jermy Family - I am coming to Norfolk to try and research my roots at the end of July this year - Seeing the photo rang a real bell - it must have been about 1955 when we came !
There was a farm yard behind the pub with pigs and chickens and the roads seemed dry and dusty. It was a hot summer and we had been taken to Great Yarmouth and I was sun burned ! - If memory serves the pub was called "The White Horse" It seemed dark and there was a lot of dark wood in the bar area ?
Ah well - look forward to coming for the first time since then - may be it will trigger other memories - and I might be able to find other family members
Shared on 10 July 2006
I am writing this for my dad. He is 81 now. He lived in Attleborough until he was 11 yreas old. His name is Colin Whybrow, his dad was Harold Whybrow. Dad also had a sister Janet, and brothers Brian, Trevor, and Ernest who was later killed in France in the Second World War. If any one remembers any of the family please reply.
Shared on 08 June 2009
We had a wonderful english teacher, Mr Troman, who installed in me a great love of the language and its literature. We nicknamed him HUDDY Because of his teaching. Forty years later I was inspired to write, and have printed a history of our family during the depression years.
Stump.
Shared on 11 November 2008
