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Rose Family
I didn't live in Tollesbury but my in-laws' ancestors were the Rose family, James and Charlotte, born 1807 and 1809. He was an agricultural labourer and his children were Ann, Mehetebel, George, Susan, Thomas, maybe Isaac who married Kezia Woods. If anyone knows of any descendants or anything about the family I would be very interested. Vicki Manning
Essex memories
Evacuation
I along with my sister and mother were evacuated from Ilford to the station master's house at Tolleshant D'arcy. The railway line had three trains in each direction each day and my sister and myself were allowed to open and close the manual level crossing ( we were 6 and 4 at the time!!). The station had a ticket office ( an old carrige on bricks), a black weighing machine, a waiting room and a coal yard.
I attended the local school and sometimes the local milkman would take me in his pony and trap as the station was some way from the village. We were only in Tolleshant D'arcy for some 6 weeks in the early part of the war, but they were memorable and very happy times.
Huguenots of D'arcy
During the '70s I visited the memorial at Tolleshunt D'Arcy with Gilbert John Olley, his grandfather having settled in the village during the 19th century growing capers on their smallholding.
October Gale
High winds and loud crashing in the middle of the night.
Not long after my divorce, moving back to live with my mother and father.
We were woken by crashing of bricks from the gable end of the house. Both mine and my father's cars had been crushed by the bricks. Looking across to Bradwell from the bedroom window, I could see flashes of blue light from the high voltage power cables, as the wind made them clash together.
A very unforgettable night.
Life on The Quay
I was born at Bradwell on Sea waterside in 1958 and remember the quay very well. Much of my growing up days were spent playing on the very quay in the photo. In the summer we would leap into the water from the quay which was by then furnished with a steel frame which we called the bars. Bradwell waterside was a great place to grow up in, as was Bradwell. My family have all moved from Bradwell now but we all go back from time to time as we all have such happy memories of living there. I was fortunate to grow up at Bradwell with a good bunch of friends, there was the mill end lot, Trev, Bobby and Brendan, Carrots from Westwick, Nick, Mick, Phil, Alan and later Neil from the waterside and Basher and Paddy and of course Bridgey from the village, not forgetting Big Al and Cubby. We were all a good bunch of friends who had many adventures growing up in Bradwell Regards, Tim Lodge
My First True Love.
As a young American lad I was posted on RAF Station Wethersfield, Essex in the late 50's. I met a young lass through a English aquaintance. This young lady was from Bradwell on Sea. She was a young beautiful lady who lived with her parents who had a very large farm nearby. I stayed at her parents who were quite well to do. On different occasions I would stay for a couple of days and was treated in a most proper fashion and was treated very well by her parents with lovely meals, horse riding and excellent sleeping accommodations. We had much fun together including playing badminton
in the village in a indoor court. I never realized what a tough game it could be. My friend, the young lady was very good at it as I recall. I also recall eating a few of those slammed birdies, but great fun it was. In any case I eventually returned to America with an English wife and two wonderful children. I have... Read more
Pat Harper
We moved to Bradwell in 1961, my dad worked for Stan Fowler, we had moved nearly every two years, but we stayed in Bradwell. I've lovely memories of times and people I met at Bradwell, even now I have to go to Bradwell as I put it to charge my batteries up. Bradwell you love or hate, but I loved it - the dances we had at the village hall and at Tillingham, we had live bands, it was great, the times. I walked home with my high heeled shoes in my hand as my feet were killing me from all the dancing. We played badminton in the hall, also Michael Head used to run a youth club, we didn't have much going on there, but Michael used to get things done and we used to have a good time. Many nights we would sit on the church wall talking and having a laugh.
I left school and worked at Bacons, that was a wondrful grounding for the rest... Read more
