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West Dereham, the Row c1955
West Dereham, the Row c1955 Ref: W338007
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Year: 1957
Living in Hilgay A memory of Hilgay, Norfolk Hi, My father was in the airforce and we stayed at Hilgay for about 12 months.. I don`t remember much about the stay but I remember we lived next door to Dents, it was a transport company, I also remember going to school, and I have some photos somewhere of a sports day at the school..Sorry I can`t help with more memories. I now live in Western Australia and happened to find this site while looking around places I have been to.. If I do find th Pics I will send them to you.. All the best.. Peter.. Posted: 06/07/2008 06:12 by Peter Foster |
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Year: 1964
Beginning of the Great Wiggenhall Wanderers A memory of Huntworth, Somerset How well I remember the forming of our local football team. It came about after everybody would play outside our local primary school, teams of twenty or more each side with ages ranging from small children to ancient grandparents right through summer months until late at night. It was decided at one such game that we should form a team. a meeting at one of the local pubs "Checkers" and a team evolved. Two team were formed one playing in Black & White stripes and one in orange and white. A ground was lierally manufacured on an apple field about a mile out of town with an old shack for changing purposes. What great times I remember watching the team play, of course I was too young, but that young wag Chenery got a game at an early age. Great times..Great Community..Sorely missed Posted: 23/09/2008 00:50 by Stephen Cook |
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Year: 1860s
Mason family A memory of Outwell, Cambridgeshire My great great grandfather, Fred Mason was born in Outwell, Norfolk around 1859, he had a brother, john Thomas. It is believed that the family ran/owned a laundrette business. In 1880 he married Jane Ann Yates from Rostherne Village, Altrincham, cheshire. Why he and his brother moved to cheshire is unknown. still looking for any information. geoff mason Posted: 30/12/2007 15:52 by Geoff Mason |
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Year: 1920s
An old man's memories A memory of Mundford, Norfolk I was born in 1922 in the village of Mundford. My Father was the village policeman. The village was then a self-contained society and provided all the necessities of life, including a doctor, blacksmith, carpenter and general store. When other needs arose we hired a taxi or cycled the ten miles or so to Brandon, where there was then a train station that enabled us to get to Norwich or Kings Lynn. My Father policed the area for which he was responsible on foot or on his bicycle. The social life was so much superior to that today and in many respects I believe we were much happier. There was no TV and radio was still in its infancy; citizens had to make their own entertainment. A cricket club, soccer, and bowls in the summer provided sports at a very low cost. Pubs provided beer, conversation and the occasional game of darts. The village was surrounded by miles of open fields or woods. Generally we could walk where ever we wished in the countryside except in the few places that were marked as private. In spite of the lack of a formal "social security" the old, infirm and sick were looked after by their neighbors and the rest of the community. My home life was different from that which most children experience today. Our main source of heat was the big cast iron cooking stove in the kitchen. Oil lamps and candles provided illumination in the evenings, and a large "tin bath" was brought in from the outside "washing house" and stood in front of the stove for the weekly bath. Evenings were spent sitting around the kitchen table playing games, reading or just watching the flames in the fireplace. Water was carried into the house in buckets from a pump out in the yard, that also provided water for several other homes. The most common fuel was coal and outside was a brick building, the "coal shed" that held almost enough coal for the entire winter. Each morning the "coal scuttles" were filled and stood beside the stove and fireplace while the ashes were removed and dumped in the garden. Also out in the coal shed was a separate area containing the "copper", a large cast iron bowl about four feet in diameter, heated by a coal fire underneath. Every Monday morning my Mother carried buckets of water from the soft water tank, that was filled by the rain on the roofs, that she poured into the copper and then lit the fire underneath. Once on the boil the clothes and linen were thrown in and washing was done for the week. then all hung outside on the "clothes line" to dry. With no inside bathroom, another section of the "coal shed" contained the toilet that was emptied every few days into a hole dug in the garden. With no refrigeration, food was stored in the "pantry", a small room lined with shelves and with a window to the outside so that it could be kept as cold as possible. Food of course had to be cooked or consumed promptly, at least in the summer. This meant that most food had to be locally produced and purchased each day, which is why every village had it's own bakery and butchers shop. Milk and other dairy products were delivered straight from the farm. Major purchases of clothes, hardware and similar items, usually came through the mail order stores or during the next visit to the nearest town, which was usually once or twice a month. Like every other family in the village we grew all our own vegetables and vegetables and fruit were bottled for use during the winter. Each fall my Father dug by hand the entire garden which he then spread with manure from the local farm. In the Spring he planted the seed for the coming growing seasons. Potatoes, carrots and other "ground" vegetables were piled into a heap for the winter, stored under a layer of straw and then covered with soil to keep them free of frost damage. When this pile was opened, sufficient vegetables were taken for use during the next few days. We always had some fresh vegetables throughout the year. Fruit trees and bushes provided apples, pears, black currents, raspberries and plums, most of which were bottled or made into jam. Every fall we would go around the hedgerows and gather the wild fruit, that was also made into jam. A cupboard in the kitchen was filled with jars of fruit and vegetables before the winter began. The butcher in the village provide fresh meat throughout the year although without refrigeration the choice of cuts was often limited. A local milkman also brought cream, butter and eggs. Very little of our food came from the store in the village which sold only the basic ingredients such as flour, sugar and a limited variety of tinned goods and also a few commonly used items of hardware and clothing. My happiest memories were as a small boy with freedom to wander anywhere in the surrounding fields and woods. I remember the windmill that stood in the adjoining field. I remember when the nearby "Hall" was on fire and my Father was burned by the molten lead melting from the roof and hitting him on the shoulder. The last time I visited Mundford I could find little from my memories except for the local pub. There is a picture of the local school and my father on my web site http://home.comcast.net/~woudyet/ Last edited: 05/09/2006 21:01 by Ralph Woodgate |
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Year: 1920s
Boyhood A memory of Mundford, Norfolk I was born in 1922 in Mundford where my Father was the village policeman. We had no motor car, indeed in those days there were not many people who could afford this luxury. The village was small, however it was self-contained and provided all the necessities of life, including a village doctor, blacksmith, carpenter and general store. When other needs arose we hired a taxi or cycled to Brandon where there was a train station that would enable us to get to Norwich or Kings Lynn. My Father policed the area for which he was responsible on foot or on his bicycle. The social life was superior to that found in the suburbs today and in many respects I believe we were much happier. There was no TV and the radio was still in its infancy; it was not easy to get into town and we all had to make our own entertainment. Whist drives, various clubs and weekly meetings for tea, talk, knitting and sewing. Of course the pubs provided beer, conversation and the occasional game of darts. The village was surrounded by miles of fields and woods and we children could walk where ever we wished in the countryside. The old, infirm and sick were looked after by their neighbors and the rest of the community. My home life was much different from that which most children experience today. Our main source of heat was the big cast iron cooking stove in the kitchen although there were small fireplaces in the bedrooms for very cold winter nights. Oil lamps and candles provided illumination in the evenings, and a large "tin bath" was brought in from the outside "washing house" for the weekly bath. Evenings were spent sitting around the kitchen table playing games, reading or just watching the flames in the fireplace. Water was carried into the house in buckets from a pump out in the yard, that also provided water for several other homes. The most common fuel was coal and outside was a brick building, the "coal shed" that held almost enough coal for the entire winter. Each morning the "coal scuttles" were filled and stood beside the stove and fireplace while the ashes were removed and dumped in the garden. Also out in the coal shed was a separate area containing the "copper", a large cast iron bowl about four feet in diameter, heated by a coal fire underneath. Every Monday morning my Mother carried buckets of water from the soft water tank, that was filled by the rain on the roofs, that she poured into the copper and then lit the fire underneath. Once on the boil the clothes and linen were thrown in and washing was done for the week, first the whites, then the colored items which were then all rinsed in clean water to get rid of the soap and then all hung outside on the "clothes line" to dry. Once cooled down the copper was baled out and the water dumped onto the garden. When the weather was wet the clothes were hung on a "clothes horse", a wooden frame, that was then stood in front of the stove in the kitchen until the clothes were dry. With no inside bathroom, another section of the "coal shed" contained the toilet that was emptied every few days into a hole dug in the garden. Water for washing in the bedrooms was carried upstairs every day in a large jug and the waste removed. With no refrigeration, food was stored in the "pantry", a small room lined with shelves and with a window to the outside so that it could be kept as cold as possible. With no refrigeration, food of course had to be cooked or consumed promptly, at least in the summer. This meant that most food had to be locally produced and purchased each day, which is why every village had it's own bakery and butchers shop. Milk and other dairy products were delivered straight from the farm. There was a grocery or general store in the village that provided the necessities of life. Major purchases of clothes, hardware and similar items, usually came through the mail order stores or during the next visit to the nearest town, which was usually a once or twice a month occasion. Like every other family in the village we grew all our own vegetables which were taken fresh from the ground every day during the growing season and vegetables and fruit were bottled for use during the winter. Each fall my Father dug by hand the entire garden which he then spread with manure from the local farm. In the Spring he dug it all again and planted the seed for the coming growing seasons. Potatoes, carrots and other "ground" vegetables were piled into a heap for the winter, stored under a layer of straw and then covered with soil to keep them free of frost damage. When this pile was opened, sufficient vegetables were taken for use during the next few days and then the pile was covered up once more. In this way we always had some fresh vegetables throughout the year. Fruit trees and bushes provided apples, pears, black currents, raspberries and plums, most of which were bottled or made into jam. Every fall we would go around the hedgerows and gather the wild fruit, that was also made into jam. A cupboard in the kitchen was filled with jars of fruit and vegetables before the winter began. A butcher in the village provide fresh meat throughout the year although without refrigeration the choice of cuts was often limited. Posted: 12/08/2006 21:42 by Ralph Woodgate |
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