Neatishead

Read and share memories of Neatishead and Norfolk inspired by Frith photos

Neatishead - the enchanted village!

I spent holidays in this magical place as a boy, staying year after year with my beloved aunt and uncle and my two cousins. It was a vibrant and exciting English village that buzzed and thronged with life and activity. I watched each dawn from my bedroom window as the village street and the busy post office slowly came to life. I ran the lanes and glorious fields with my cousins and our friends from dawn til dusk and the river drew us kids like a magnet and it was here that we languished in summer bliss, fishing and watching the coots and even the occasional kingfisher. I met friends in that glorious place that remains special to me to this ...read more here
Contributed by Ray Gedling

Neatishead - the enchanted village!

I spent holidays in this magical place as a boy, staying year after year with my beloved aunt and uncle and my two cousins. It was a vibrant and exciting English village that buzzed and thronged with life and activity. I watched each dawn from my bedroom window as the village street and the busy post office slowly came to life. I ran the lanes and glorious fields with my cousins and our friends from dawn til dusk and the river drew us kids like a magnet and it was here that we languished in summer bliss, fishing and watching the coots and even the occasional kingfisher. I met friends in that glorious place that remains special to me to this ...read more here
A memory of Neatishead contributed by Ray Gedling

Evacuee

I have strong memories of Barton Turf as a 5year old boy from London's East End. I was shipped to Bartom Turf to escape the Blitz after our house in Vallance Road was demolished by a bomb.  My dad was on active service in the army and my mum stayed with her parents. I arrived at a large assemby hall to be selected by my new family (name of Shepherd). I came back to London at war's end totally traumatised as I could not understand why I had been sent away on my own. I am now 71 and still have dreams of this period.
A memory of contributed by Allan Sanders

A R Taylor

I left school at 15 in 1953, and like many others of my age went to work at A R Taylors timber merchants.  I first worked at the Tunstead road site.  It was hard work and unlike today there was no such thing as a contract of employment so you did whatever anyone who was older than you told you to do.  I remember one of my jobs was to go around every morning to take orders from the workers for cigarettes, tobacco and sweets and such and then in all weathers cycle into the village and purchase the orders.  I remember Alfie Ransom asking me to go to the Ironmongers and get him a left handed hammer and a bubble ...read more here
A memory of Hoveton contributed by Calvin Simper