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Mountnessing School

I was at school in the 1940s. I remember a teacher there, I believe he was a Mr Davis. I remember the annual sports, these were held on a field just a short walk from the school. The days of the great snow fall in 1947, living at Padhams Green it was a mile walk down to the village and the snow filled the road from bank to bank and we had to walk along in a field (I think I skipped school that day). I also was in the church choir, I think until I left school in 1953. We used to have some happy times in the summer going to see Mr Tom Morgan at his little shop, buying ...read more here
A memory of Mountnessing contributed by d avid emberson

Bariff's Farm

My Great Grandfather, George Collyer, farmed at Bariff's Farm, Mountnessing in the 1870's and early 1880's. He farmed 40 acres with his son Richard and a boy. Does anyone know the location of Bariff's Farm?
A memory of Mountnessing contributed by heather Tomkns

Part of my early schooldays

I remember fragments about living at Hutton - I lived in Lilian Crescent, in a new bungalow, having moved from Hawskmoor Green. I learnt to ride a Fairy cycle - as little 2 wheelers were called then - by pushing myself along with the aid of a low brick wall.
I remember my first day at school, saying prayers, and how I ran away - all down Hanging Hill Lane, back home - maybe I didn't like it! Mum had to take me back again on the back of her bike.  We had a chicken house (quite large), in the back garden with 3 pullets, Sally, Hoppy and Perky, and my sister, Pauline hid in it at the tender age of ...read more here
A memory of Hutton contributed by Christine Lay

Charles Arthur Samphier born12/5/1937 wyatts green

My parents bought Wyatts Stores in about 1936 and moved from West Ham, E.London., with my two sisters. Dad kept about 300 chickens in the back field. I was born on Coronation Day at Wyatts Stores . We lived there fore 3 years before my fathers work took him to St Albans where we moved in 1940. We often visited Doddinghurst and spent many happy holidays there, being only too glad to get away from the war problems in St Albans. The shop was rented out and Dad also had bought Upton and Portway which were so named after the Lane and house they used to live in at West Ham, and they were let to the Pyners and McDonalds families. ...read more here
A memory of Doddinghurst contributed by charles samphier

Extracts From Ingatestone & Essex books

Chelmsford, High Street 1895

By now, the High Street was crammed with houses: all the plots had been filled. The tenements could only expand lengthways along their own ‘backsides’, and most buildings had a jumble of outhouses, barns and sheds at the rear. Middle Row, which had hitherto backed onto the conduit-stream, now began occupying pockets of land on the west side of the stream, too. Initially, these were used as woodyards, but they soon evolved into half- timbered outbuildings; so Back Lane became somewhat narrower. The High Street, too, grew more restricted when another line of market stalls, permanent enough to have tiled roofs, was erected immediately to the east of Middle Row. These were known as Little Middle Row. The High Street, at this point, was now nine feet wide. Many of the town’s inns were now large and well established: these included the Boar’s Head, which stood on the site of Woolworth’s. Across the road - and stretching down to the bridge - were two inns fused together, the Lion and the Hart; and on the far corner of Springfield Road - where Next now is - was the Crown. Each had a carriageway opening onto a large, enclosed courtyard. Ranged around this major road junction, they were well placed to receive passing custom.
An extract from from"Chelmsford - A History & Celebration".

Chelmsford, Children, High Street 1898

The situation resulted in the formation of a local Board of Health. Their headquarters, ironically, were in the same Middle Row house where the first cholera victims had died. The Board brought about swingeing changes in Chelmsford - although much of it was a question of getting the townspeople to alter things they were perfectly happy with. The members of the Board took steps to get the entire town properly drained, and to restrict animals wandering the High Street too freely on market-day. In 1851 the members of the Board finally shut off the conduit stream, and replaced the domed conduit-head rotunda with Judge Tindal’s statue. From then on, Conduit Square and Back Lane became Tindal Square and Tindal Street, respectively. Market-day was also posing problems for the corn merchants. They were not satisfied that the new Shire Hall provided them with a suitable trading floor. Inside, the building was darkened and cluttered by dividing walls and architectural fripperies. They could only inspect their corn properly by taking it outside. The magistrates made an effort to improve the space, but it was not really a solution. Finally, a purpose-built Corn Exchange was erected in Tindal Square. It opened for business in June 1857, and was certainly a grand building. Its yellow-brick Italianate façade masked a long, glass-roofed trading-area. There were no more complaints about insufficient light. The architect was Frederic Chancellor, a Londoner.
An extract from from"Chelmsford - A History & Celebration".

Chelmsford, Roman Centurion 2005

And fair enough - the road signs to Chelmsford do not shout ‘Historic Cathedral City’ - they say things like ‘County town since 1250’, or ‘The birthplace of radio’. Good old Chelmsford: straightforward, practical, and aware of civic duty. What often gets overlooked though, is that it is also an historic cathedral city, in the sense that it is both a cathedral city and historic. And although it is foolish to say that one place is more historic than another - because everywhere is equally historic when it comes down to it - it is indeed true that some places’ histories are more interesting or better documented than others. Chelmsford has been smiled-upon in both respects. Follow a heritage trail around Chelmsford, however, and you can be forgiven for thinking that half of its history lies under car parks. In some cases, you would be right. But if Chelmsford wears its history lightly, it is because it has always been mindful of moving forward, of building on the past. Consider this: give or take a few yards, Guglielmo Marconi founded the world’s first radio factory on the very spot where a 1st-century pagan temple had once stood. Ley-line enthusiasts would undoubtedly discern a paranormal significance in this. I prefer to see it as an example of how a town can rise and rise again, like a phoenix. Anyway, Chelmsford still retains a lot of overground history - it is just a matter of knowing where to look. There can be enormous history in the kink of a pavement, the width of an alleyway. And, being relatively flat, this is a good town to explore on foot.
An extract from from"Chelmsford - A History & Celebration".

People were certainly living alongside the River Chelmer, one mile east of the present town, by around 2500 BC. They left traces of a long, straight enclosure called a cursus: the word means ‘race- track’, but the site’s purpose would have been ceremonial rather than sporting. Indeed, a rash of small burial-mounds surrounded the earthwork. The site disappeared under a supermarket car park. There is evidence that the area was settled at various times over the next few centuries.
An extract from from"Chelmsford - A History & Celebration".

Chelmsford, the Stone Bridge 1919

And the architecture? It is very varied. Entering the town, you may see some of the following: several acres of Victorian housing, from railway-side terraces to detached, self-confident villas; a church with a nice green spire; a white tower-block with a jazzy stonework pattern on the side; the turrets of an old schoolhouse or a 1930s factory; and, in the middle, a vast, grey building with the words ‘Chelmsford Market’ picked-out in plastic lettering. Ah yes, the market… Whatever else it is, Chelmsford is primarily a tradesman’s town. Industry has only recently arrived here. Chelmsford, as we now understand it, was the creation of a handful of 13th-century market people. There was no unbroken link back to the earlier settlers who had been drawn here by the fertile gravel farmland. Nevertheless, it is with those primordial settlers that we shall begin.
An extract from from"Chelmsford - A History & Celebration".