Nostalgic memories of Horseheath'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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Growing up in the late 40s and 50s, a highlight of my visits to relatives was the trip to Horseheath to see uncle Fred and Auntie Stina at the post-office. I was always drawn to the large greenhouse they had as this had a grapevine. I had never seen grapes growing until then, but soon learned that while they looked nice, they tasted lovely - forbidden fruit! We always had tea and ...see more
I went to school in the village, 1939 to 41, and stayed with Mrs Clarke at the Kiddy Farm. I delivered milk to the residents. If anyone remembers the Kiddy family can you email me please.....thanks.
My Great Grandad Frederick Ashfield was the Post Master at this Post Office, I have a photograph of him standing outside, where it looked like a grocery shop, I have a distant memory of being inside the Post Office, as a young child I remember the house next door where we use to visit my Great Grandparents, they lived in this house I believe when they retired, in the 1960s.
In 1938 my father was landlord of the Red Lion - I was just 6 years old but remember it clearly. I have a photo of my father standing on the front steps and the frontage is still clearly recognisable. At the time, all the lighting was by oil lamps and you had to go down a steep flight of stairs into the cellar to draw every pint of beer. My father also organised the village cricket team. I attended the village school and have very happy memories of the time there.