Nostalgic memories of Newmarket's local history

Share your own memories of Newmarket and read what others have said

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

Why not add your memory today and become part of our Memories Community to help others in the future delve back into their past.

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  • How the location features in your personal history?
  • The memories this place inspires for you?
  • Stories about the community, its history and people?
  • People who were particularly kind or influenced your time in the community.
  • Has it changed over the years?
  • How does it feel, seeing these places again, as they used to look?

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My father was stationed in Lakenheath, England in 1963. My mother and 2 brothers followed 3 months later - I was 12 at the time. Coming from Texas, November in England was a shock, and it was the coldest winter they'd had in 60 years. We rented a flat in Newmarket, in what had been the Carlton Hotel. We always joked about the layout - it was 99 feet of hallway from the front door the to the master bedroom at the back of ...see more
A further photo of my father Charlie King breaking in a yearling.
This photo shows my father, Charlie King doing what he did best, breaking in yearlings.
I went to the old school just down the road from the new one; A teacher that I remember was called John Satterly. And a friend of mine lived opposite the headmasters school house he was called Tommy Rice. His father was an officer at Mildehall air base . Tommy had a sister but I cant remember her name. I lived in Burley House Wellington Street Almost adjacent to Moons bicycle shop. We often went to the park with ...see more
Every year, from about 1943 until 1951, I and my brother Robin used to spend at least a fortnight of our summer holidays with our grandmother (Edith Holmes) in Falmouth Street. We spent hours in this park, if you swung the swings to the full extent you could look over the wall into the stables. There was a paddling pool there, but not sure if it was the same. We used to attend church at St. Mary's and my parents ...see more
I was a policeman in Newmarket from 1962 -1970 and well remember having to stand in the glass tower in the middle of the roundabout controlling the traffic using the part-time traffic lights on each of the 5 entrances to the roundabout. This caper was mainly carried out on Summer weekends when the traffic coming back from the coast would be particularly heavy coming down the Bury ...see more
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I have a copy of this postcard myself - the family kept it as the leading horse (on the left, closest to the camera is being ridden by my grandfather - Andrew Lindborg. The copy that I have is coloured, somewhat artificially.
I worked in racing stables in Exeter Road. In the spring of 1960 I was injured when a  yearling I was exercising suddenly reared and I 'went out the back door', narrowly missing the edge of the pavement, but hitting my unprotected head (safety headgear was not worn in those days by stable lads or girls). The accident happened in St Mary's Square and luckily for me a local doctor was passing in his large car. ...see more
I remember this paddling pool so well, when I was about 8 years old I would be there with my nana {in fact in looks like me in the pic}. She would sit on the bench in the pic and eat her rich tea biscuits. I begged her to let me swim every time we were there, I would mostly paddle though. One day the pool was empty and I was playing around the drain and I got my big toe stuck in it, I was really scared ...see more