Balderton
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Childhood
By this point I was ten years old. I rememder going fishing with a net on a pole for sticklebacks just round the back of my house which was in Coging Close, there was a huge area of fields with a stream running by it. I also remember that just round the corner from us was an old run-down farm but it still worked, you could go and buy milk for 5 pence and eggs, and it had a huge apple tree in a field at the side of it that the old woman wuold let you help yourselves to.
A memory of New Balderton contributed by Simon Vamplew
Great grandad's shop,
Ernest C Rick was my Great Grandmother's first husband. He owned this Gents Outfitters shop in Stodman Street, now it is Bakers Oven. I don't really have any information about him, only that he married Florence and had 2 sons. If anyone knows any more, please feel free to leave comments.
A memory of Newark contributed by dawn thomas
Newark market
I lived at the RAF camp at Coddington during my teens. I went to Sconce Hills school & later worked at Alec W. Adams in Lombard Street. In those days, as office workers we were required to work on Saturday mornings and afterwards, my friend & I would invariably walk round the marketplace before catching the bus home. If we missed the bus, they were few & far between in those days & many is the times we had to walk up Beacon Hill in all weathers! One of my brothers was born in Coddington & indeed, I was Christened at Coddington Church! (better late than never!) I love Newark still & although I don't get the ...read more here
A memory of Newark contributed by Margaret Geoge
My Grandad
The funeral of my grandad, Joseph Cobb, was the last one to take place at St Leonard's Church before it was demolished.
A memory of Newark contributed by Wendy Scatcherd
Extracts From Balderton & Nottinghamshire books
The low two-storeyed rendered building on the left in the
middle distance is the 16th-century, timber-framed Saracen’s
Head. Here, in May 1646, Charles I spent his last night
of freedom. Tactfully, the pub changed its name from the
King’s Head to the Saracen’s Head soon after Charles was beheaded.
An extract from from"Nottinghamshire Pocket Album".
The low two-storeyed rendered building on the left in the
middle distance is the 16th-century, timber-framed Saracen’s
Head. Here, in May 1646, Charles I spent his last night
of freedom. Tactfully, the pub changed its name from the
King’s Head to the Saracen’s Head soon after Charles was beheaded.
An extract from from"Nottinghamshire Pocket Album".
Beyond the last building in
Poultry, with its colonnade over
the pavement, is Victoria Street,
with its grand Victorian palazzos
of commerce. The corner building
survives, although without the
oriel, as do most of the buildings
further up Victoria Street, which
are still used as commercial offices.
An extract from from"Nottinghamshire Pocket Album".
On the right is the old Exchange,
built in 1726. Besides numerous
shops within the building, there
were over 60 butchers’ stalls
or ‘shambles’. This friendly,
unhygienic mix was replaced in
1927 by the present Council
House, in an overpowering,
municipal baroque style with
a giant portico and towering dome.
An extract from from"Nottinghamshire Pocket Album".
The flamboyant hotel in the
middle distance was built in
1887 by the somewhat quirky
Nottingham architect Watson
Fothergill. Its lease expired in
1969, and its weirdly over-
the-top architecture was swept
away, to be replaced by the
utterly gutless Littlewoods store.
An extract from from"Nottinghamshire Pocket Album".