East Bergholt
East Bergholt maps (2 available)
East Bergholt books (4 available)
East Bergholt memories
Boyhood Memories
My aunt Jessie (King) lived in the house on the left of the picture from around 1920 to 1954. In 1954 she moved out and my uncle Sidney (Edwards) ( her brother) moved into the house and turned it into a little tea room come snack bar. It was very popular with the kids at that time who could spend a few pence on a bottle of pop and a packet of crisps. The house next to the tea room was a bakers, owned by Mr Stow.
Contributed by roger reynolds
Essex memories
Boyhood Memories
My aunt Jessie (King) lived in the house on the left of the picture from around 1920 to 1954. In 1954 she moved out and my uncle Sidney (Edwards) ( her brother) moved into the house and turned it into a little tea room come snack bar. It was very popular with the kids at that time who could spend a few pence on a bottle of pop and a packet of crisps. The house next to the tea room was a bakers, owned by Mr Stow.
A memory of East Bergholt contributed by roger reynolds
Post Office and School
The first building on the left was the old Post Office (owned by Mees). Just to the front of this is a small footpath that leads to my Mum-in-Law's (Janet Halls nee Smith) old school. It was also the village hall. It still has the green tin roof..... noisy when it rains!!!!!
A memory of Sproughton contributed by Tami Cross-Halls
Mother-In-Law's mate June
My Mum-in-Law (Janet Halls nee Smith) came from Sproughton and her mate June lived in the cottages to the left of the mill.
A memory of Sproughton contributed by Tami Cross-Halls
Extracts From East Bergholt & Essex books
St Mary’s, one of the largest
in Suffolk, is not a typical
Suffolk wool church, and has
an elegant lead spire. Inside is
the 600-year-old Angelus Bell,
one of the oldest in the country,
which is inscribed ‘Ave Maria
Gracia Plena Dominus Tecum’.
Perhaps the man who made the
bell had other things on his mind
when it came to putting in the
inscription, as he forgot to invert
the words laterally in the mould,
and they appear backwards on
the finished article!
An extract from from"Ispwich Pocket Album".
A 20th-century means of pro-
ducing power shares the banks
of the Orwell with vessels which
harness one of the oldest forms
of power. With shallow mudflats
along the banks of the tidal
Orwell estuary, moored sailing
boats end up on their keels twice
a day.
An extract from from"Ispwich Pocket Album".
We are looking east along Tavern
Street from Cornhill. On the left
is the red brick and stone Lloyds
Bank building, with its fretted
skyline, while to the right is the
neo-classical Post Office, built
in 1881.
An extract from from"Ispwich Pocket Album".
Wolsey fell from grace when he failed to support Henry VIII’s wish to
marry Anne Boleyn, and it was never completed. The brick gateway,
with its barely discernible royal cipher, is all that remains.
Just a few years later, Christchurch Mansion was built on the site of
the 12th century priory of the Holy Trinity. This Tudor country house
is now a museum, and its adjoining art gallery houses a fine collection
of paintings by Constable and Gainsborough. It is interesting to recall
that this marvellous house almost became a housing estate in the
late 19th century. The Cobbold brewing family bought the building
and then presented it to the town, thus enabling us still to enjoy this
monument to gracious living.
Tavern Street contains the Great White Horse Hotel, which, despite
its Georgian facade, is a timber-framed building dating back to the
16th century. Famous visitors have included Dickens (who wrote about
it in ‘Pickwick Papers’), George II in 1736, Louis XVIII of France in
1807, and Lord Nelson in 1800. Opposite the hotel stands a group of
buildings which appear to be Tudor, but are in fact reproductions, built
in the 1930s when such imitations were in vogue. Today, despite the
presence of the two major ports of Harwich and Felixstowe only ten
miles away at the mouth of the Orwell, Ipswich remains an important
industrial and commercial centre.
An extract from from"Ispwich Pocket Album".





