Watton At Stone, The Church Of St Andrew And St Mary c.1960
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There has been a church at Watton at Stone since the 13th century. It was originally dedicated to St Mary, but St Andrew seems to have been added in the early 19th century. During the Civil War, the Commonwealth soldiers used the church as a prison for their Royalist captives. Although much of the church is original 16th-century - the north chapel was built in 1570 - extensions and restorations were carried out in 1851 at a cost of £7,000. The tower is said to be haunted by a grey lady who threw herself from the top when she was spurned in love. It is an interesting fact that the present bells are not original: they were brought to Watton from a church in north London in 1978. In 1960, at nearby Stoney Hill, bricks were still being made by hand. Four brick makers were moulding and firing about 3,200 bricks per day. Every ten days, the kilns were fired in the outlying fields, and there appeared to be a guaranteed and continuing market for their product.

A Selection of Memories from Watton at Stone

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 Watton at Stone

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My name is Don Chandler and I lived in Watton for quite a few years. Also I started a watercolour painting group in the Methodist Church in the High Street and wonder if there are any members still around, or if it is still going !
I am a collector of Wattons history. I have been collecting postcards, photos, in fact anything to do with Watton. I have old blacksmiths tools made by the blacksmith in 1910, over 600 postcards, stories and memories and a great deal more. I have been on TV with my collection. and done exhibitions, talks, village walks and talks. I travel all over the country to see ex Watton residents, seeking more ...see more
I remember when I was just a young teenager... you could roam around the village and just about everyone knew you. I loved to wander down to Mill Stream Lane with my jam jar and fishing net and walk along the stream searching for stickle backs and anything else I could catch. The fields behind us would whisper in the breeze and the sunlight would filter through the trees and glisten on the water below. ...see more