Spratton, The Post Office c.1965
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Photo of Spratton, The Post Office c.1965

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A Selection of Memories from Spratton

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 Spratton

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Hi, name Theobald, we - mother Ivy, 3 kids (Mavis, Fred, Ivy) lived in North Bank House in 1939, we were evacuated from London with Aunt Ada Smith, Uncle Vic and Aunt May. We went to the village school, went back to London in 1949 or 1948. We had a big goat called Mary, she butted all who came to the house, she ate Gran's flowers and we laugh so much. We always pick potatoes on the farm in the village.
To the left of this picture was a cul-de-sac called Sandhills.  My Aunty Grace and uncle and family lived here, so did my mother Margaret Anderson at some stage and later various cousins.  Down the bottom to the right was the original local shop (known Gammidges? when my Mother was small) owned by Greenwood for many years later (and when I knew it).  My Aunty Grace worked there until ...see more
I was born in 1953 in Northampton.  Later my family moved and settled in Essex but my childhood was spent in Spratton with my Nana Anderson.  She worked at Mr Tattersall's as a housekeeper and during the holidays I would go down with her.  Tattersall's house was situated a little further down from Saul's butchers which is seen here on the right of the photo.  This lane I think was called Brixworth ...see more
Margaret Anderson and Edward Gill married 8th October 1949 last to be married by the 'blind' vicar (does anyone remember his name I think it was Pettit) while it was named St Luke's. The name of the church was changed from that year. Julie Gill-Frisby - I walked past this church many times when my Nana Anderson walked to work at Tatersalls just down the hill.