Kelsale, Court Convalescent Home c.1955
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Photo of Kelsale, Court Convalescent Home c.1955

A Selection of Memories from Kelsale

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 Kelsale

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I was born and grew up in Kelsale. We lived at Rectory Cottages, my brother Perry and my parents, Pam and Aubrey Mann. My grandparents lived at Carlton and the family go back in both church registers to the 1600s. I loved reading Bernard, Brian and Ann's memories and remember the same characters as they do: Alfie Bedwell carrying his riding crop, dressed in jodhpurs and still talking as you walked away, he always had a ...see more
I have very happy memories of Hazel and I looking after the Eight Bells for Jack and Sylvia when they went on holiday. This was for a few years in the late 60's and early 70's. Most sadly, my lovely wife Hazel, 'nee' Cook, died very suddenly just a year ago today, 26 March. My family came together with me last Sunday, 25 March 2012, and the new Vicar, Andy Wolton, said a few prayers for us after the service, at the ...see more
I remember the church in the background of this photo, my mother and father and brother are all buried there now and I'll be visiting in May 2011, with my close friend Maxine. I used to remember a small bungalow there called Eastveiw in Kelsale. I also remember a gentelman named John White from the 1950s. I would like to say I'm aged 77 and loved looking at these old photos from where I grew up, it brought back many ...see more
I don't know if anyone remembers us. My father was stationed at Bentwaters and he, my Mom, my two brothers and I lived in Kelsale for three years from 1967 through 1970. They were three of the best years of our lives. We loved living in Kelsale. Everyone was so nice and welcoming. I was nine years old, my brothers were six and three. We lived in The Old Post Office on The Street. I am sure ...see more