Living At 5 New St Great Dunmow

Yes, all of us must remember their bread the smell of the loaves cooking. I always thought it odd that Leggs then opened their bread shop up just down the road. I spent a lot of time with Mrs Childs as my aunt Emily Richens at Bradley Cottage and as children we were often with her so we had the run of the back garden which encroached on the church and then on the large house that eventually became the orphanage. I too learned a little about making bread but more that there was a huge amount of it in what looked like a bath next to the kitchen. I knew Mr Childs well too and played with his delivery bike and the pannier he had on the front but that of course was the one he was knocked off and when he ended up with alopecia and for him things were never the same. Very close to them there was a lady who used to deal with everyone's budgies and cut their nails so there were often visits there and to walks along the railway line at the end of the lane into Olives woods which my grandparent once owned and the wasteland past the railway cottages at the end. Pickfords yards and the little lane going back to the Braintree Road that echoed, still echo in my mind.