Scarning

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SCARNING SCHOOL

At the age of 5yrs I started my education at Scarning School, I lived at Woodhill [see memory of Dereham] which meant about a 2 mile walk to school with my 10 yr old sister usually stopping to play in the stream at Podmore on the way.
School dinners! there was no such thing,it was sandwiches which,regardless of weather had to be eaten in the playground. I can still remember that the head mistress was Mrs Grand who lived in the house attached to the school.
One very vivid memory was of twins Olgar and Hubert. One sad day Olgar ran from behind the school bus to cross the road to school and although in 1933 there were very few ...read more here
Contributed by tony blades

SCARNING SCHOOL

At the age of 5yrs I started my education at Scarning School, I lived at Woodhill [see memory of Dereham] which meant about a 2 mile walk to school with my 10 yr old sister usually stopping to play in the stream at Podmore on the way.
School dinners! there was no such thing,it was sandwiches which,regardless of weather had to be eaten in the playground. I can still remember that the head mistress was Mrs Grand who lived in the house attached to the school.
One very vivid memory was of twins Olgar and Hubert. One sad day Olgar ran from behind the school bus to cross the road to school and although in 1933 there were very few ...read more here
A memory of Scarning contributed by tony blades

My hometown

I was born in 1928 at Woodhill, Gressenhall and moved to Dereham at the age of 6yrs and left when I married some 20 years later. It was a happy childhood in spite of the war years, in fact it added to the excitement of those years, dashing out to crashed planes, collecting shrapnel, army badges etc and of course the generous handouts from the American troops of chocolate, gum, cigs plus the grub when we went on to the bases at Shipdham and Wendling, bearing in mind that our food was rationed.
Then the Evacuees came to Dereham. I was one of the helpers that walked the children to their new homes.
This influx of children meant that the schools ...read more here
A memory of East Dereham contributed by tony blades

My grandfather the village postman

My grandfather, Bert Sampson, was the postman in the late 40s/ 50s. My grandmother, Ivy, and he lived at Woodview. My father said he used to sell produce from his smallholding as he did his rounds. Anyone remember?
Then his son Ron and his wife moved in and had all my cousins. Eight of them. They all lived in this small house and my family would come up from London on a visit and I hated it. I was used to street lamps and the loo down the hall, not up the field! There were wellies, lined up by the back door and you picked a pair that fitted you and off to the loo. I was scared. My cousins and ...read more here
A memory of contributed by Dawn sampson