Ipswich, The Power Station c.1955
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I18020
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A 20th-century means of producing power shares the banks of the Orwell with vessels which harness one of the oldest forms of power. With shallow mudflats along the banks of the tidal Orwell estuary, moored sailing boats end up on their keels twice a day.
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A Selection of Memories from Ipswich
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 Ipswich
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These are my memories of Ipswich in Early 1960 I had been working in Ilford on C & A Modes new shop. when the job there was finished i was sent to Frederick Corders shop in Tavern Street, Ipswich, to help out with the shopfitting renovations which for me was 2 weeks work. I was 20 and an apprentice Shopfitter.
I cannot remember where i lodged, it was in a rank of terraced houses, we bedded down in one house ...see more
In 1950,s my father Jack Hilli. Used to load salt from Droitwich Worcs He was a driver for Marsh and Baxter Brierley Hill Staffs owners of Harris He had an ETC and trailer and Ipswich was a long way no motor says legal speed limit of over 3tons was 20mph never saw him when kids have photos Bob Hill
I worked as a van salesman out of the Ipswich factory in the 1970s . Mr guyllot was the supervisor for the six vans. I did the Clacton area Tuesday's, Thursday's, and Saturdays. Up to Bury St. Edmunds on the other days. Is there anyone out there that worked for them at that time. Cannot remember any other names. My name is Peter Harris (Not related)
I had my tonsils out there too but I was 17.... and I had to eat cornflakes as well! 1960.
The nurses used to wear beautiful cloaks with red linings. I used to think I could be a nurse just so I'd
get a lovely cloak! I used to know every inch of Ipswich.. even the priest hole! And in the Butter Market my mother worked at Reader's Delicatessan where true delicasees abounded........ in the forms of chocolate covered ants ...see more
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