Eye, Town Hall c1960
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Year: 1963
Eastwick Farm A memory of Huntworth, Somerset I lived on the farm[Eastwick] from 1952-1963.My father was Fred Hillen & my mother was Nancy Hawes Hillen. It was a peaceful place to live. I hope to visit my old homeplace someday. It would be nice to go back to my childhood for just one day but all I have are my memories........Lori Posted: 08/12/2007 18:09 by Lori Hillen-Boruff |
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Year: 1950
Greengrocers in Gislingham A memory of Huntworth, Somerset I was wondering if anybody can remember the greengrocers in gislingham by the name of Harry Southgate who was apparently a master grocer. Posted: 09/12/2007 18:35 by First Name Last Name |
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![]() Botesdale, the Village c1960 (ref: B619004) |
Year: 1985
My years living next to the butchers A memory of Botesdale, Norfolk My dad Rowland Cook took over Lasts butchers in 1985. I grew up in The Maltings which was attached to the shop and is the house on the right hand side of the photo with the big bay window from the age of 11 until I left home when I was 20. My parents ran the shop for 10 years before it closed and they moved on. The shop has since been demolished and a nasty modern house has replaced it which looks totally out of place in the street scene. Although I have many fond memories of my years in Botesdale I was glad to move away to the town. Posted: 19/09/2006 22:32 by Kevin Cook |
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Year: 1954
Living in a Pub A memory of Botesdale, Norfolk In 1954 I was assigned as a second Lieutenant United States Weather Forecaster to RAF Sheperds Grove. After a few months living on the base I moved to a Pub in Botesdale, but unfortunately i do not remember the name. Several rooms were available. Please let me know the name. L. I. Miller Posted: 05/06/2006 19:44 by Larry Miller |
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Rickinghall Chapel A memory of Rickinghall, Norfolk Rickinghall Chapel I came to a chapel on high ground, The door of old English oak invited, History was captured on the uneven white walls And reflected on high stained windows, And there was love Such love, She spoke of God as a family friend, A guest for dinner, that would never attend, Of times he would talk, but never speak, Sometimes go, but never leave, A friend that would always be there, So clear the song, The metaphor stayed, And I just sat there and prayed And there was love, Such love, If this filled me with such emotion now, How would I feel when I finally meet Him. David Coe 2000 Posted: 08/11/2006 23:18 by David Coe |
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