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Historic maps of Hevingham and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Hevingham maps
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Aylsham| Cawston| Horsham St Faith| Horstead| Taverham| Booton| Coltishall| Swanton Abbott| Reepham| Belaugh| North Walsham
Hevingham area books
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Childhood Memories of Horsford
During the period 1943-44 my family moved to Horsford, I cannot tell you the address as I was only about 5 years old at the time. All I can remember is that the house was opposite the infant school, which I attended together with my cousin Russell. It was situated almost at the end of a small road, and at the top of the road if you turned right was a small shop come post office. My memories of Horsford are all happy ones, but we were only there for a very short time, possibly just over a year. I think the farmhouse we lived in was rented, as our home in Great Yarmouth was destroyed by German bombs. I would love to find out where the farmhouse we lived in and the school was located.
St. Agnes
I remember walking down to my first Christingle. My wife, two-year-old daughter and I experienced a wonderful service which really made all of our Christmas's. With the lovely support of the local villagers, we really felt that we settled in. Since then every year we have made it a tradition to venture down to the church and participate in the Christingle. Although, of course, we didn't make it that time when we all had dreadful colds! But every year, other than that one, we have had a wonderful Cawston Christmas! Thank you!
My Mother
My mother was in the early 1940s called Nancy Southgate, her father ran a paper round from his house. If you leave the village with the church on the left, over the bridge, the row of houses on the left, the last house was where mum was born. Mum was there when an American war plane came down, I have seen the memorial to that event, Mum said it nearly took her head off. I had many great holidays there in the summer, working on Pains Farm with her brother Michael. Her sister still lives there. Mum left in 1945 to marry my dad William John Stocker, he passed away in year 2000, Mum is still alive, now 83. Looking at photos, it has never changed, the church was where I had my first kiss as a lad.
Lenwade
I have lots of memories of Lenwade as I was born at Heath Close, my dad lived there most of his life, my mother and father were married there at the church, St Mary's I believe. My nan, aunties, uncles and cousins lived there. My dad worked at Banhams Farm from the age of 14. I still return to walk up the old line and the feeling I get is so nostalgic as I remember all the tales that I heard from my parents of the happy times, very hard times but they could laugh and that was the most important thing. We lived in a carriage for some times of our life, no running water or loo. I could go on and on, I am so pleased to find this site .
Nursery School
Looking at the picture I think you turned left and my nursery school was on the right hand side, was it St Christopher's? I can remember seeing the fighters at St Faiths, must have been swifts, hawks, hunters, this must have been about the 1950s.
Smiths Crisps
My sister and I would be given 3p and it was a treat to run down the hill to the shop and buy a packet of Smiths Crisps with the little blue salt bag, happy days. My Nanny lived at this end of Back Street in Abbey Road.
Summer Holidays
or thereabouts. Blackcurrant picking somewhere in the Drayton area, the smell of them today knocks 60 years off my age. Used to go fruit-picking during the Summer holidays with Janet Basham who lived on Highland Road, Taverham. A full day of picking for possibly ?2/- , hot, dusty and tired but after a wash and tea it would be down to the Red Lion to hang around eyeing up the older lads or, on a Saturday, to the Village/Church Hall dance. Swimming seems to be my main memory of those years, Hellesdon Mill, The Low road between there and Drayton, under the railway bridge by the Marlpit Public House jumping and slipping off the concrete that had been dumped in bags years before -- did it ever rain, was it always warm? The miles we used to cycle, to Waxham, to one or other of the Broads with hand-knitted swimsuit,(or worse one made from parachute silk- totally transparent when wet), paper-bag with provisions, puncture repair kit and instructions to be back before dark.... Read more
