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Langford| Woodham Walter| Hatfield Peverel| Baddow| Wickham Bishops| Little Baddow| Maldon| Heybridge| Woodham Mortimer| Witham| Great Totham| Danbury| Heybridge Basin| Great Braxted| Terling| Springfield| White Notley| East Hanningfield| Great Baddow| Little Waltham| Kelvedon| Tiptree| Great Leighs| Latchingdon| Mayland
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The Bell Inn
Does anyone know what became of the family named CASTON who ran the Bell Inn in the early 60's ? JANE CASTON was my friend back then and I remember the fun we had and sleeping over at the Bell Inn with a ghost or two. She had a sister SALLY CASTON. Jane and I lost touch when I came to Canada. Please email me if this rings a bell (no pun). lasreed@shaw.ca Lynda (nee Service)
Childhood in The Village
I moved to Hatfield Peverel in late 1941, after my family was bombed out in London. My father took the Duke of Wellington pub over, where we lived until 1949. Yes they were good years in the village, but at the beginning we were outcasts as we were Cockneys, but after three months it got really good. ONly my dialect was a bit different and got me into a lot of trouble at school, the local church school. During the raids, at school we had air raid shelters which were in the school playground and when the siren went we would go out there until it was over, but to me they didn't feel safe as they were above the ground and had only one way in, and a little hole at the other end where you would have to crawl out. I made many friendss there - Janet Cleave from the bakery, Edith Brown from Peverel Lodge which was a beautiful house with a brick wall around it, opposite... Read more
As A Child
I lived at No 3 The Terrace Station Road, and started school in Hatfield Peverel in 1945. My farther worked for Lord Raleigh at the Bury farm also at Termitts farm. As a lad i worked for Mr Oliver the baker on a Saturday morning, we used to make the bread early in the morning and Mr Oliver would deliver the bread with his horse and cart, i would follow him on my bike with a basket on my arm and he would give me bread to take to customers houses. On Saturday afternoon i worked for Bob Sorrell the butcher on the corner of Bury Lane, again delivering meat on my trade bike with a basket on the front,after that it was time to scrub out the freezers before finishing off in the shop.
My best mates used to be Barry Young, his farther was the station master, and Geof Cracknell, his parents had the stores in the street.
I can also remember the POWs when they were at... Read more
Does Providence Cottage Still Exist?
My paternal grandmother, May Moss, used to live in Providence Cottage in Hatfield Peverel. Does anyone know if it still exists, and what road it is in? Presumably it was connected to the Church in some way.
Christmas 1968
I spent a most wonderful Christmas at Hatfield Place in 1968. The family who then owned the huge home were welcoming and it was my first view of grand homes and the people who lived in them. I wrote a short story about my experience there because I wanted to put it down to memory. Next to a Christmas I spent in Cambridge in 1989, it was my most memorable. Being a very naive American girl I was puzzled by the lady of the house showing me a photo of where her family stood during an audience with the Queen. But the owner of the home went on to be knighted, so they must have been important in some way or another As all of that did not matter to a girl of 20, with a great great grandfather coming from England and settling in Maine, I respectfully listened and learned a lot. The Christmas Day dinner was delicious. Boxing Day came alive instead of simply... Read more
A Real English Village
My parents moved to Wickham Bishops in 1948 to help friends run the village Post Office Stores which sold everything - stamps, paraffin (you brought your own can and it was filled from a barrel at the back), vinegar (as for the parafin, it came from a barrel out back), cheese portions cut from huge cheeses wrapped in linen, and loose flour and pulses which even as a five year old I was allowed to put into blue sugar-paper bags to be weighed. Sweets where still rationed and broken biscuits were popular. My mother and her friend went once a year to order skirts, blouses, frocks and underwear from the London warehouses. Toys that came in for Christmas were not in plastic so I got the first go with them! There was a village pantomime every year in which all the local characters took part, glamorous in fish-net tights as Dandini or hideous in wigs and false chests as the ugly sisters. There was also a Christmas party for everyone... Read more
Wickham Bishops Born And Bred
In 1950 I was born on a cold winter's night to my mother Rosemary Jesse, at 'The Black Houses', Kelvedon Road, Wickham Bishops, built by architect, designer and socio-economic theorist Arthur Heygate Macmurdo. I had an older brother Neil and a sister, Christine. My mother had lived her childhood at Goldhanger, another delightfully unique part of Essex, bringing forth many joyful memories of childhood. My father Chris like me was born in Wickham Bishops, his father Joe walked into the village at the tender age of 11 with another lad from who knows where and were taken in and raised by a couple of families in the village, hence no record of our ancestry on that that side of the family.
My mother worked at the local primary school for endless years, firstly as the dinner lady then the dinner and lunchtime playground lady. Luckily for us kids my mum had a wonderful sense of play, the only downfall for me was that from the moment I could sit... Read more
