Hatfield Peverel, The Green c.1960
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H173006
Photo ref:
H173006
More about this scene
Until the early years of the 20th century, a thriving brewery, which was run by the Brown family, stood on the green. The large house on the left is Brewery House, and behind the post box is Brewery Barn with Brewery Cottages close by. The white building at the end of this row is Ann Cottage, which bears the date 1580.
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A Selection of Memories from Hatfield Peverel
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Hatfield Peverel
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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 ...see more
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.
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 ...see more
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 ...see more
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