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Sco Ruston maps
Historic maps of Sco Ruston and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Sco Ruston maps
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Coltishall| Belaugh| Horstead| Swanton Abbott| Hoveton| Worstead| Wroxham| Neatishead| Barton Turf| Horning| Salhouse| North Walsham| Stalham| Horsham St Faith| Aylsham| Ranworth| South Walsham| Happisburgh| Walcott
Sco Ruston area books
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Faulkes Family
Hi, I'm Mel and I am loooking for information on my family the Faulkes. My dad was born in Scottow Row, my grandad and nanny were Rose and Alfred and my great grandparents were William, known as Old Billy, and his wife was Elizabeth Kidd from Cotishall. My grandad planted a holly tree when my dad was born in 1938 and I went back a few weeks ago and it is still there! If anybody has any information, also for my grandad's siblings Reggie, William and Edith, it would be great.
Thanks.
Scottow School
Hi, my dad went to Scottow School, he was born in 1938 and lived in 8 Scottow Row. Was just wondering if anybody had memories or photos of the school and the class. I now know my dads old house has been made into one big house. Thank you for your time, Melanie Faulkes.
My Family From Sloley
Hi, my name is Mel and my grandad was the landlord of the Maid's Head in Sloley in 1955, his name was Alfred Faulkes. If anyone has pictures of him (my father is Alfred and Rose's son Brian) it would be great to hear, as I am doing my family tree.
Thanks
Old John Barley Corn....
Known as the 'John Barley Corn' children because at the Staithe where they all used to play, there is an inlet. In the 1920s, when boats came past, the children would sing 'Old John Barley Corn if you throw us a penny we will sing you a song'. Sometimes handfuls of pennies would be thrown. The people on one boat 'Nelson' were always quite generous. It was quite a scramble to each get a couple of pennies.
Belaugh as A Child
As a young boy my parents and I used to stay with a dear lady called Alice Riseborough, I think she used to be the sexton to the church. Iremember watching the American bombers coming back from raids over Europe, sometimes in pieces. I also became friends with some of the local boys. I also remember a farmer by the name of Haynes (?), and collecting water from the local well, and running down the garden and jumping into the bure. My love of fishing also started there. Wonderful wartime memories.
Dorothy Ducker
I was born in Belaugh and have lovely childhood memories. As I recall, at the time there was only 2 girls, myself and Rosemary Basted - all the other kids were boys. We had lovely times on the farms and in the river which ran down the bottom of my garden, there were 4 cottages where I lived with my parents and Aunt Nellie, The Misses Fields (Eva and Jean) lived one side, Ned Durrant and his father the other and Mr and Mrs Thomson on the end, who had 2 boys Bob and Colin [ chummy]. We all went to Coltishall School in a Taxi. There was at that time a shop, but no pub or anything else so all main shopping was done in Wroxham which we had to go to on a bus - and it was a long walk to the top road. We had Sunday School in the Old School that my mother and aunt Nelly went to as girls and I was Christened in the Church on... Read more
Westwick
I was born in a farm estate cottage amongst the fields at Westwick. My father had been born in 1919 just up the road on the edge of Swanton in a small cottage , two up,two down , his father had lost a leg in the great war and had been set up as a shoe maker there ,during the fifties we had moved away but even now i think of that little house where my grand mother lived,as home,Dad went to school in a small weatherboard place up near what the locals still called , the high road , or the turnpike, My father alledgedly shot the hands of the school clock, it made a change from poaching! When i was small there was still people getting around with a pony and trap, and horses were still commen, There neighbour was a mister Rump , a shepherd on the estate , The thing that stays with me is the silence, on a sunday ritual visiting... Read more
