Nork, The Parade c.1955
Photo ref: N184008
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Photo ref: N184008
Photo of Nork, The Parade c.1955

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Nork is a suburb that merges south into Burgh Heath in the large triangle between Reigate Road, Brighton Road and Fir Tree Road, the north boundary of Nork. The Parade is Nork's local shopping centre, a left turn off Fir Tree Road; Eastgate on the left, out of camera shot, has large three-storey blocks of 1930s flats. Again there is continuity: the right-hand shop is still an estate agency, and the newsagents in the distance still sells newspapers.

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A Selection of Memories from Nork

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 Nork

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As a child I lived at no 52, opposite the “Conker “ tree, next to the stink pipe and transformer. Lovely memories of roller skates, bikes and school at nork primary.
I grew up in the Children's Home, Beechholme that was only a few yards from Nork, where children from the home went to spend their pocket money. I lived at Beechholme from 1956 to 1962. I spent much of my time in the home wandering over the Downs studying insects. Much of the land that we wandered over has deteriorated now into impenetrable woods and scrubland through lack of management and most of the insects of the chalk ...see more
My Gran lived in the flat above the shop in the photo, next to the garage. Her front door was down the side, and her windows (both open) looked out over shops. The bay window was her living room and her kitchen had the dual aspect windows on the corner. We were friends with the Hookhams who ran the Wavy Line store to the left of the garage.
I spent weeks in an isolation ward, my parents only being able to speak through a glass window. My many toys i accumulated after many weeks had to be left, until the morning I was due to leave a wonderful nurse called Tracy led me along a corridor into a bathroom which she then filled the bath with a pink liquid and to my delight we immersed the dinky toys into the bath and spent ages drying them off. what a wonderful ...see more