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Wicken Bonhunt maps
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Wicken Bonhunt| Newport| Clavering| Audley End| Debden| Saffron Walden| Littlebury| Elsenham| Farnham| Wimbish| Stansted Mountfitchet| Anstey| Shaftenhoe End| Barley| Braughing
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Sawmill
My Great Grandfather's brother used to own a sawmill in Newport in Wartime (World War II). His name was George Alfred (Alf) Ginger and Alf was married to Rebecca. My father remembers visitng the sawmill as a boy, seeing his cousin Seorus and hearing stories about how their house, situated near the mill, was haunted. My father's Uncle Ralph would make matchsticks stand up on end! I would be interested hearing from anyone who knows anything about the sawmill or my long lost relatives.
Ginger...
We arrived in Wendens Ambo around this year, and took residence in a little cottage in the grounds of a big house. Opposite was a pond in which moorhens spent peaceful days. Next to the pond was a field - I think it is a play area and park now. One of my enduring memories is of a grey horse that grazed in that field. He and I had a wonderful relationship. I would lie on the ground and he would munch the grass peacefully nearby, and when I wandered off and saw some juicer spot, if I called, he would come and graze there. I can even remember being underneath his giant belly, with no fear that he would tread on me. One day a man came to the fence and leaned on it, and when the horse saw this man, he suddenly charged off and started snorting and leaping near to the man. The man moved away and must have gone in... Read more
Rebecca Law
My great great great grandmother, Rebecca Law lived at Audley End Almhouses in the 1880's and 1890's. She lived to be 102 and her final years were spent living with her grandson and his family. The place she was living caught on fire and they took her out of the house in a wheelbarrow because she was bed bound.
She toiled until she was 70, when she was admitted to the Lord Braybrooke alsmhouses on the Audley End estate, where she remained until she was ninety. She went to live with her granddaughter, the wife of Mr. W. Carter, church clerk of Little Chesterford. Living in the same house are four generations - Mrs. Law, the centenerian; her eldest son, Mr. Thomas Law (also a centenarian)
The Leper Stone
My great aunt, Nora Buck, lived in the northern end cottage of Newport, aptly named Carnation Cottage as it overlooked greenhouses that were exclusively used for growing beautiful carnations until the outbreak of world war II. During those austere years the crop was changed to tomatoes for the `dig for victory` campaign. Each year, as a young boy, I visited my aunt, along with my parents, and I have many fond memories of Newport and Saffron Walden. After all these years I still manage to visit my auntie`s graveside in the parish churchyard. My great uncle died during that war. Nora`s close friend and neighbour, Mrs. Pallett, shared many a cuppa with her as her husband had also passed away during the war. A large obtuse stone can be found situated on the roadside just opposite these cottages. Legend has it that food was left by the villagers during the years when people suffering with leprosy tried to enter the village on the main London road. Nell Gwynn, who was... Read more
Bank of England Printing Works at Debden
I was priviledged to be given a guided tour of the Bank of England Printing Works at Debden. I had just started work at the Bank in the City in 1963 and my tour formed part of the induction process for all new staff. Our group of a dozen new staff were given directions to take a Central Line tube train from the Bank station in the City out to Essex where the Bank's Printing works had been built just ten or so years earlier. We walked by fields from Debden station to the works where we were very closely shepherded around the first floor gallery of the main printing hall and were able to watch through one-way darkened glass and see the printing staff minding the machinery as new bank notes were produced. The security was immense as you can imagine and this left a lifelong impression of the seriousness of the Bank's responsibility to produce our country's money. There were other functions carried out, as much of... Read more
Picturing My Mother
I have no doubt that my lovely young, 23 year old mother, Elma , a WAAF stationed at Debden fighter aerodrome, during WW2, cycled this lovely lane at some point.
It was around here, in the summer of 1942, that my life began when my mother and still unknown father 'sparked' me into life. He apparently named John, according to one source, guarded a radio transmitter from a small hut out in the Essex countryside, safely away from the aerodrome. A perfect place for my beginning, I imagine !
The unfortunate part for Elma was that she had to leave the WAAF and travel home to Kirkbymoorside in Yorkshire to have her first child. She died in 1947, when I was only 4 years old.
I have researched her past, as best as I can, and tried to get the 'feel' of her life as a plotter in the operations room at Debden at such a critical time in our country's history. I managed to get in... Read more
Wartime Watering Hole
More than likely The Fox was a popular watering hole for the pilots, mechanics and WAAFs at Debden Aerodrome during the war.
