Horndon-On-The-Hill memories
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Opening of The 'new' Woolstore
Now living in Australia but have also lived in NZL and the Pacific Islands, Fiji Tonga etc. Used to be a member of the Horndon Scouts and played in the band. We were asked to lead a march to mark the opening of the Woolstore. My grandfather, now long dead, was a regular there meeting his friends for a 'cuppa'. It was from memory opened as a centre for social gatherings such as this.
Also fond memories of the Bell where I used to work for many years till my family emigrated to NZL in 1973, and I was only 17 when we left England, Happy Days.
Chris.
Love to hear from anyone who maybe can remember me, I used to know the Verekers who still run the Bell, Simon Bonson who used to live nearby and was connected with the pub, many more friends but the years have lost touch.
Fynn From The Black Dog
I'm also related to Mr William Fynn ( of sorts!) who ran the Black Dog. He passed away in 1912 after an unsuccessful operation. His wife Rosanna born in Lancashire was of Scottish heritage. Grace was her niece whom she bought up when her sister died not long after childbirth. Grace's daughter Ellen born in 1893 was my great-grandmother. Ellen moved with her husband in the mid 1920s to Wwales to help run an explosive factory which was set up in the village of Penrhyndeudraeth in North Wales. Grace followed with her husband Samuel Jessie Askew and two sons.
Living in Horndon-On-The-Hill
My name is Lee Struthers. I lived in Horndon back in the 1960s with my parents and sister at Alwin on Hilcrets Road, we moved to New Zealand in 1968. I have just been back for a visit, July 2010, went to the Bell for lunch. What a great place Horndon is, loved the place, wish I could have spent more time there. I remember going to school there and going to Cubs & of course church.
Black Dog, High Street
My great uncle, William Henry Fynn had the Black Dog Inn in the High Street from the late 19th century until about 1912. He was also a blacksmith. His wife was Rosanna and his daughter was Grace who was born about 1878. Does anyone have any knowledge or information about them?
Memories of Essex
Vera Waites
My mother-in-law has just passed away and we found this in her papers. My years at Stanford-le-Hope Laundry. I lived in a village where my mum and family had lived for generations. A signpost at the top of our lane said '24 miles to London'. Our house was in the last road on one side of the village before farm land, and almost a mile from the River Thames. It was the last week of our school holidays and my dad told me, when he cam home from his work at the oil refinery, that the next day I was to go to our local laundry and ask for the manageress. I knew this laundry as one of my aunts lived close by, and our best Sunday School dresses had always been sent there because my mum didn't have an ironing table or sleeve board, just the kitchen table. Our dresses were always the same colour for the three of us, and had long sleeves. My young sister had to wear the... Read more
Blacksmith's Yard
My paternal grandmother Annie Cowell came from Stanford and I have always been led to believe that the space on the left of the house in the foreground, where the trees are, was the site of her father's blacksmith's premises. Her husband (or husband to be) Thomas J Mead was also a blacksmith and probably worked there as well, hence the connection, before they moved to Romford and then Wooburn Green in Buckinghamshire. I understand that Mr Cowell was well known in the then village and was also a pillar of the church community.
I spent many of my early years, in the 1940's and 50's, holidaying in Stanford and staying with my auntie Alice King at 14 Salisbury Avenue, and on these occasions joining her in the Mucking Church Choir (to be with my friend Sylvia Hipsey); and remember well the frequent treks down Wharf Road and over the Warren at the weekends. I had my first legal drink in the pub by the Green on Church Hill.
Stanford 1955- 1965
Hello George I lived in Stanford 1947-1971. The house opposite the church was where Dr. Morris lived, I believe. The surgery was round the corner in what felt like old stables. It was a fine house but was later purchased by a pub chain, I am not sure what it is now. I do not recall the site you mention prior to 1960 when Lloyds bank had a branch built there. I lived in King Edward Road down Wharf Road and used to enjoy playing and dog walking on the route to Mucking and the gravel pit area. Also watching the huge steam engines pulling large tanker trains from Shell Haven.
School Days
I grew up in Leigh-on- Sea but because my mother taught at Hassenbrook we drove to Standford every day from the time I was 4 1/2 till I was 9. I attended Standford-le-Hope Infants and then when I turned 7 went across the road to the Junior school. I remember there was a green wooden shack which we called the Tuck Shop which was just outside the back gate of the Junior School where we bought sweets. My best friend in the Junior School was Elaine Bradshaw and I hated living in Leigh because we couldn't play during the holidays. I also was friends with Jane Pierce. Her dad was the Vicar or Rector of the church (St. Margarets I think) and I have great memories of playing in the grounds around the church, they were beautiful and huge. Before I started school I was looked after by a lady I called Aunty Rose. She lived in a thatched cottage that stood between the road and the recreation/playground. There was... Read more
A Village to A Town
Born at Orsett hospital in 1950, I remember many things about Stanford. My father was from east London, my mother from rural Essex. They settled at no. 8 Central Road, just round the corner from Barclays bank. Stanford and Corringham were not adjoined then, as they were two villages with an expanse of fields between them, including the old army camp (disused).
I remember the cattle market where the Welcome Club is now and at the corner of Kings Street there used to be a real bakers with a flour mill run by the Kings bakers.
Just behind the cattle market was Thomas Allen, a petroleum delivery company which went on for many years. My brother worked from them after completing National Service.
Coryton and the Shell Houses were about 9 miles down the road, though the children and families were allowed free transport to Stanford via a bus to shuttle them back to the refinery areas as they came to school at either Stanford or... Read more
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