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Heacham, High House - Heacham Hall??
I have no personal memories of the Heacham, High House but I'm researching my Rolfe Family. I live in America and I am pretty sure the photo posted of the Heacham, High House c 1955 is actually Heacham Hall, the Family home of the Rolfe Family. I have found, on the internet, that Heacham Hall was destroyed by fire in 1941. Is this true? I am hoping that it is still extant and would like to visit it some day.
Any help with someones memories about Heacham Hall will be of great help to me. Thank you for your memories!
Caravan Site
My family spent two holidays around the late 1940s and early 1950s on a caravan site field, right beside a railway line in Heacham. The 'caravans' were a single-decker bus the first year, and two ambulances nailed together the second. There was a corrugated iron and wood dance hall at the end of the field with a bar, where our parents danced while we stared through the windows. Now that the train track has gone I can't pin down where the site was. Any ideas anyone?
The Railway at Heacham
My father had holidays in Heacham in the 1920s. I visited as a young boy in the 1950s staying in an old railway carriage on the beach side of the station. My favourite activity was sitting by the station and watching the trains, rather than going to the beach. Mostly these were hauled by D16s - what a pity none have been preserved. What a pity the line to Hunstanton was closed in less enlightened times - it could have become a very popular railway today.
Later we moved to caravans behind the beach. We now caravan at Mundesley but, try and go home via Hunstanton and Heacham. I have such fond memories.
Norfolk memories
Park House Farm
My wife and I spent one year ( circa 1953 ) living in an apartment at Park House Farm where Tony Warner raised sugar beets and pigs. The Manor House was built on a Roman foundation which then formed the basement of the building. I was stationed at Sculthorpe AFB in Fakenham. I joined the local rifle team in Snettisham sponsored by the Queen's husband, Prince Philip. Their residence, Sandringham, was within walking distance. When our team won a major match, Prince Phillip gave me a basket of fruit and invited me to go shooting with him. While living there the ploughman dug up a golden torque that now resides in the British Museum. I did some digging in the field in back of the Manor House myself and found a few Saxon odds and ends but I didn't go deep enough. A few years later an RAF officer went over the same area with a metal detector and found the Snettisham Treasure. Great town, great experience. My... Read more
Happy Days
Walked along the paths many times, and on the bus to school which was at Ingoldisthorpe a very good photo?
The Old Hall
My father was in the US Air Force and we rented an apartment from Lady Stickland in the Old Hall. I went to the local school and was asked to play Snow White in the pantomime. We were in Snettisham when President Kennedy was assasinated. My father came to my class in his uniform and took me out of school for the day. It was the first time I ever saw him cry. I remember the old church at the top of the hill and a field where a horse named Peggy was kept. I was 8 years old and it was a facinating place to grow up. I would love to go back someday.
MY FIRST JOB
I worked and lived at the Golden Lion Hotel, beginning when I was 19, fresh out of Westminster Hotel School, when I was a trainee/assistant manager there from 1959-63 or 64, with the exception of the winter of 1962/63 when I worked in a luxury hotel in Munich, for the experience. My German friend, Reinhardt Willner, a waiter in Munich, came back with me (a mistake) and worked in the restaurant at the Golden Lion. He married one of the English waitresses and never made the effort to treat my position with respect. It was a very busy hotel with a lot of function dinners (especially Masonic as we had a temple built into the hotel), crazy bank holiday weekends where, when serving in either cocktail or back public bar, all you could see were three rows of outstreched arms clutching empty pint mugs requiring refills.
Mr and Mrs Hinchliffe were the managers (ex Todmorden, Yorks). One day while relieving the barman, Scottie, for his lunch break in... Read more
