Easton, Suffolk

Livin' good

During the 1960s while stationed at RAF Bentwaters I, with my family, lived at #6 Broad Road, in Wickham Market. Our landlord was Richard Upson, who with his family lived on one side of the house and we occupied the other side. Our neighbour was Police Sergeant Alan Airey who has since passed away.
My time spent in England was without doubt the happiest time of my life.
If we could only turn back time!!

What happened to the Kotarski's ?

Fond memories of Parham makes me write this, remembering the peacefulness.
Surfing the Web, here I  am posting a question all the way from he USA.
It was early summer 1954 and I was a Dutch farm exchange student staying with the family Kotarski on the so called "White House farm" just outside Parham village. The farmer was of Polish decent, Genec, who had limited use of one arm, the result of a war injury. His wife Pamela and I milked the cows. They had three sons whose names I forgot. Nice people who enjoyed having me helping out with the chores and fieldwork. They also had a cleaning lady who lived in the village. She used to help out at the village store. Can't remember her name. She was very kind to me loaning me her bicycle so I could go and watch the Polo Pony Chuckas on Sunday afternoons somewhere in the area. I loved dressage and this was the closest to it. People were so nice to me, I really would like to visit Parham sometime soon.
If someone reading this could give me some idea whatever happened to the Kotarski family I would appreciate that very much.
Best wishes to all "Parhammers."
Jack Van Vliet.
mntnbouv1@msn.com

Moat Tea Room

My parents Angela and Leslie Jecks-Wright bought the house in the picture on the right and made a successful business called the Moat Tea Room of it!  Our house was at 64 Fore Street. We used to get coaches visiting the castle, and we were kept very busy when that happened. We used to let the college boys use the upstairs room as a sort of "clubhouse".  A lot of GIs used to visit and eat there. I currently live in California. Whilst in a line in the bank we all started talking to each other.  One man on hearing my accent told me he remembered the Tea Room and my Mother's wonderful cakes. He said to me, "If you can cook like your Mother, will you marry me?"  What a compliment from a stranger so many miles from Fram!!
Dad had a small vegetable patch in the back garden. I remember each year he would dig up something of historical interest. Once it was an arrow barb and point, and another time a stone cannonball.  The fireplace in the main area was originally made of stones from the castle (long before we obtained it!)
Miss Rivers, a wonderful elderly lady in her 90's lived in the house at the very end of our building.  She was a blind lady, but kept her house spotless!  She used a board to wash her floor (the old fashioned way, on her knees!) She would wash up to the board, then moved the board and do the same.  She was very sweet and I have lovely memories of her.
One day whilst visiting Miss Rivers, Mother heard a racket going on upstairs in the tearoom. She thought Dad was moving furniture up there. On going back, Dad was surprised to see her. He thought she was upstairs moving the furniture! On inspection of the student's "Club house" nothing was moved or out of place!
Up against the wall of the pond across the street, my motorcycle (650cc BSA and sidecar) caught fire.  A fireman was in the Castle Pub and saw it, so he got on his bicycle and was peddling frantically past me, he yelled "do you want the firetruck?" I yelled back "Yes!!" He went up and sounded the alarm. The firetruck was a very welcome sight!
The building is all now a private home but it is still full of memories for me...