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Neatishead - The Enchanted Village!
I spent holidays in this magical place as a boy, staying year after year with my beloved aunt and uncle and my two cousins. It was a vibrant and exciting English village that buzzed and thronged with life and activity. I watched each dawn from my bedroom window as the village street and the busy post office slowly came to life. I ran the lanes and glorious fields with my cousins and our friends from dawn til dusk and the river drew us kids like a magnet and it was here that we languished in summer bliss, fishing and watching the coots and even the occasional kingfisher. I met friends in that glorious place that remains special to me to this day, and forty years on there will always be part of me back there in the Norfolk lanes.
The Castle, Wroxham
My Gt Grandfather, Edmund Woollard Willis, was the Licensed Victualler of the Castle Hotel in Wroxham about 1912. As I am researching my family history I would be very interested to hear from anyone with photo's or stories that you could share with me please.
Family
I've been looking into my family roots and my gt gt grandad came from here, the Howards then moved to Hull, Yorkshire.
Norfolk memories
Evacuee
I have strong memories of Barton Turf as a 5year old boy from London's East End. I was shipped to Bartom Turf to escape the Blitz after our house in Vallance Road was demolished by a bomb. My dad was on active service in the army and my mum stayed with her parents. I arrived at a large assemby hall to be selected by my new family (name of Shepherd). I came back to London at war's end totally traumatised as I could not understand why I had been sent away on my own. I am now 71 and still have dreams of this period.
Horning Summer Fete
The summer fetes in Horning bring back very good memories. I can remember one year that Mike Reid opened the fete, I can remember waiting outside the Swan public house with my mum to see him. There was also a tent that served teas /coffee and cakes made by the ladies of Horning and in the evening it turned into a disco for the younger people in the village, unfortunately I never went as I was not old enough, but I remember peeping through a gap in the tent one time to see what it was like.
The Half Moon Public House
This is not one of my memories but this is one of my father's, it was lovely to be told this and every time I pass this place it brings back my family history. My father and all 15 children were born in Horning and my father James Owen still lives there. Many years ago the house that is on the main road to Ludham which is still called the Half Moon was a public house which was run by my great-grandparents and my nanny (my father's mum) was a young girl at the time. I knew that my grandad came from Kent but never new how they met, my grandad was in the Merchant Navy and used the public house and this is how their relationship started.
A R Taylor
I left school at 15 in 1953, and like many others of my age went to work at A R Taylors timber merchants. I first worked at the Tunstead road site. It was hard work and unlike today there was no such thing as a contract of employment so you did whatever anyone who was older than you told you to do. I remember one of my jobs was to go around every morning to take orders from the workers for cigarettes, tobacco and sweets and such and then in all weathers cycle into the village and purchase the orders. I remember Alfie Ransom asking me to go to the Ironmongers and get him a left handed hammer and a bubble for his spirit level. Good one Alfie. It took me a little while to work out that I could make a few pence a day by adding a little bit to the daily bill. I don't know if the men knew what I was doing and dread to think... Read more
