Nostalgic memories of Hatfield Peverel's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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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 puzzled ...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 me ...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