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Linford maps
Historic maps of Linford and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Linford maps
Linford photos
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Mucking| Chadwell St Mary| Orsett| Stanford-Le-Hope| Horndon-On-The-Hill| Tilbury| Socketts Heath| Grays| Corringham| Gravesend| Fobbing| Cliffe| Bulphan| North Stifford| Northfleet| Langdon Hills| Higham| Shorne| South Ockendon| West Thurrock| Gads Hill| Cooling| Greenhithe| West Horndon| Basildon| Southfleet| East Horndon| Pitsea| Frindsbury| Strood
Linford area books
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Memories of Linford
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Essex memories
17 Years at West Tilbury
My husband and I moved to a bungalow on the Muckingford Road, West Tilbury in 1972. It was bought from Mrs. Jones (wid). We kept various animals, ducks, geese, chickens, horses and pigeons. We lived there for 17 years when we sold so that we could start our own business.
Alma Bacon
Secret Spot
Lived on Bata Estate 1954-1964, near railway crossing. Through crossing on left was sad row of shops, we knew as Mucking. Turning right down farm track (forbidden!) I could creep through undergrowth to an almost deserted settlement, very overgrown, with a wonderful pond and small church. Never saw a soul. Magical spot. This was Mucking village proper. Excavations had not begun in earnest, though Saxon (and Roman) stuff had been found. Old gravel quarries were great places for great crested newts and biking. We invented downhill racing! Exciting, and often impossible, on steep grave slopes. Safe enough though, as there was water at the bottom. Only danger was my mum when I returned wet and muddy. Again! Went back about 20 years ago to show my family my secret spot. It was just the same, with the spooky atmosphere, and sense of going back in time. Learnt then that the gravel extraction would wipe out the important Saxon settlements near the Stanford-le-Hope road. Appalled.
Early Memories
I lived just outside the village in a small army camp as my father was in the army. My most vivid memory is standing in the lunch line at the junior school and hearing that King George VI had died. The whisper started at the front of the line and spread down to me almost the last. I also remember gleaning for potatoes . I went to Sunday school in the church and visited the library nearly every day. I was only there for a few months as my father was transferred during the time the school was an evacuation centre when the Thames flooded. As the school was closed I never said goodbye to my friends
Growing up in 1944
My father was in the Norwegian forces during the war - and my mum and myself - then 2 years old were lucky enough to serve and live at Orsett Hall with Ellis and John Whitmore .
We lived there till August 1945 when the war was over and we could go back to Norway safely .
Have been to Orsett three times since then but see no familiar faces .
Family
My Grandfather Leslie James Harrod, is buried in the churchyard along with his Mother and Father; The Harrods and the Drury family are old Orsett people.
I now live in the USA and whenever I visit the UK I always make a point of visiting Orsett Village.
If anyone knows my family, the Harrods or Drurys tell them I said Hello.
Daughter fo Margaret Harrod, niece of John Harrod and Granddaughter of Lillian Harrod.
Orsett Village
I was born in Orsett at the Bothy Prince Charles Avenue in 1955. I Lived at the Armary (Orsett Hall) until 1965, when our family moved to Rectory Road in the village. The Cuthbert's have a long history in Orsett with my mother and father and grandparents Cuthbert, as well as uncles etc. I left Orsett to join the RAF in 1972 and now life in Hull, but still visit Orsett to visit my parents. It was very sad when last year Orsett Hall burnt down, I have so many fond memoried of the Hall as did my father who worked there most of his working life.
Village Life
I was born in Ridgewell Avenue in 1956. I remember when I used to go into Peggy's sweet shop where she used to live with her sister Ada. Next door but one was a small shop which sold wool and sewing accesories. Further along the road nearly opposite the church was the post office which Jack Ridgwell used to run.
