Nostalgic memories of Epping's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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We lived in Epping in the 60s and 70s best times of my life we lived in Nicholl road and went to school at Ivy Chimneys, great school and all the staff I can still remember nearly all my class mates where they lived all the little sweet shops scattered throughout my journey home.the town was beautiful my first job was at Maurice Irvines mens outfitters if there's anyone out there that lived in the town or went to the same school in the 60s would love to swap stories
Please does anyone know of a family from Falkirk in particular Walter Main Beck born November 11 1937. I have tried many times to trace him with no success. My name when I knew him was Joyce Bazen and I lived in Herrett street Aldershot. If anyone knows him or anything I would love to hear, I check in frequently maybe one day here's hoping
This lady was my auntie married to my dad's brother. She originally lived at Spring House, 62 Bower Hill, Epping and in the fifties my aunt and uncle built their bungalow in the back garden of Spring House, sold Spring House, and lived in the bungalow until their deaths. Ann Shakespeare Youngs was born at The Spotted Dog Public House in Ivy Chimneys in 1905. She died in 1998.
I can remember the Wakes Arms car park being full of motor cycles & riders most summer evenings & weekends. It was the mecca for the motorcycle enthusiasts to show off their gleaming new machines or their custom built motorbikes. Not much beer was consumed as the younger element were well aware of the dangers, but the cafe next to the pub did a roaring trade as they provided a wash down point for the motorbike ...see more
The wooden railings to be seen in this photo is the old Epping cattle market where the animals were sold on market days. There is a memorial/water fountain still standing which would have originally been in the middle of the cattle market at the church end of Epping High Street.
I love this photo - those old cars ! I don't remember the old building with the wooden balconies. It must have disappeared between 1955 and the first half of the 1960s. Monday has always been market day in Epping. Years ago there was a bit of a cattle market at the top end near the church, but I can't recall whether I ever actually saw it. I remember the first supermarket I ever went to was in Epping - Tescos ...see more
I grew up in Epping, living next door to an old lady, Ann Young (nee Shakespeare), who lived in a bungalow her husband built on Bower Hill crica the 1920/30s. She had lived in Epping all her life. Her father, a builder, even named a house in Allnutts Road after her when she was very young (it still has the stone with her name in it today). She was a child living in Epping during the ...see more
That looks a little like my dad's old car. I have happy memories of Epping. I was born there over 50 years ago in Ivy Chimneys and remember walking across the roads in town with my dad hand in hand, and after school going up in the woods playing around the old fish ponds and often going and helping my dad at work in the cemetery in Bury Lane.
I worked in the pub, restaurant, whatever, after it had replaced the pub, what a crying shame that the pub had gone. Anyroad, there was a massive fire which started in the kitchens, and I had to go on site to try to watertight what was left of the roof after the fire, I actually have a load of photos of this.
My memories of the Wake Arms pub are, travelling from Harold Hill every Friday night, me, my mates and girlfriends too, to the heavy metal disco they held at the Wake Arms, drinking more than I should have then driving home, but what a brilliant night, never no aggro. A great memory.