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Historic maps of Widdington and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Widdington maps
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Debden| Newport| Wicken Bonhunt| Elsenham| Wimbish| Audley End| Saffron Walden| Clavering| Thaxted| Stansted Mountfitchet| Littlebury| Great Easton| Farnham| Birchanger| Great Dunmow
Widdington area books
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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.
The Summer of '42
Another view of The Fox, one of 5 local 'hostelries' which was frequented by the Debden Royal Airforce crowd, including, most likely, my dear mother, Elma Rivis,a WAAF.
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
Visits to my Grandfathers @fullers End
Every year in our school holidays we would stay at my aunt's house at Sawbridgeworth and all my family would meet at my grandfather's house at Fullers End, Elsenham for a day. Me and my brother, Thomas, would be given the job to get the drinking water in a pail. He had no water or a well - we would have to go down to the railway crossing, go across, in the bank the other side of the crossing was a land drain sticking out and clear fresh water running out and we would fill the pail and take it back. We also played cricket on the field just down the road and used the electric light post as stumps. My grandfather didn't like you using the wrong words - I said to him "where is my dad" he said "he is not your dad he is your father".
