Elm, Cambridgeshire

The Castle Inn Wisbech

Great great great grandfather lived here, he was the publican. Goulder Gray.

Wisbech Old Market Place

I was born in Wisbech in 1960, my father worked for the family business, Hutson & Sons, my Grandpa also had a pet shop in the old market place, we lived with him for a while
Wonder what happened to the lovely panelling in his sitting room, there was a granary at the back of the house, used to be able to go out onto the roof and look out over the river, I also remember Mrs Reed's shop in the market place......And being taken to Bunnys,  in the  town, can't rember his surname, for shoes!
And the lovely dept store that used to be next door, with that funny contraption that used to put the money in a tube thing!

I live in Gloucestershire now and am not in touch with any of the Arch / Hutson family. Any news would be nice.

Napier Terrace

I was born in Wisbech in 1937 in Ramnoth Road, we moved to Napier Terrace on the canal until after the war when we moved to Wales. I have fond memories of living in Napier Terrace, we lived in the last house, No 37. My father was in ARP when a bomb fell on the cinema. A lasting memory was when I learned to ride a bike, I fell into the canal. We had an allotment and I remember a Mr Peachey who had only one leg, and Mr Tash the coalman. I worked for Ashworths the newsagent on the bridge. I used to meet the train and get the papers. Happy days.
If anyone has any photos of Napier Terrace please contact me, thanks.

The Hope Inn

I think it was 1949/50, I remember living along the canal side, Trafalgar Row it was called, over the other side from the Hope Inn.  Somehow I think it was further up than Somerfield almost opposite the Empire.  Most of my family used this pub as their social outlet for weekends, remember no TV, bingo or much else then.  I remember the landlord and landlady a Mr. and Mrs. Firth and they had a son I think he was called Trevor.  I never did see inside the pub, I used to have to play in their yard or sometimes I would be able to sit in the kitchen when it was colder. I can't quite see my house from this photograph but the next photograph I can see it exactly only because my father painted the passageway opening to the other terraced houses a brilliant white!  Oh happy days!