Hatfield Peverel in old picture postcards volume 2

Hatfield Peverel in old picture postcards volume 2

Auteur
:   Joyce P. Fitch
Gemeente
:  
Provincie
:   Essex
Land
:   United Kingdom
ISBN13
:   978-90-288-1147-8
Pagina's
:   80
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:   EUR 16.95 Incl BTW *

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Introduetion

Why produce a second volume?The answer is simple - before it is toa late. Not only do we still have pictures of how our village once looked but, equally importantly, we have the verbatim memories of same of the people who lived here when this century was young. A baak of town pictures does not compare with that of a village; towns generate mostly photographs of shops and public buildings, but villages generate mainly those of homes and the people who lived in them.

The first volume created such interest and demand that I bought and sold the entire first print run of the first edition within a month, went straight into a second, and now, three years on, have only a couple of dozen left of the third. Because I was bom in the village and believe in peopling the buildings pictured, I had the great pleasure of meeting up with older people (same of whom remembered me as a baby!), listening to their tales, then weaving them into a tapestry of Hatfield Peverel past. Thus it became a tangible memorial to their lives: the struggles when times were hard, the cap ers they gat up to, and the fun of simple home-made entertainment. An added bonus was to meet many of those who bought the books, hear their reaction, and once again meet or correspond with villagers I had not seen for years. Newcomers to the village had the opportunity to see how life in Hatfield Peverel once was. An unforeseen bonus was that family historians from all over the world gat in touch - not

only could they read about the village and their ancestors, but they could see where they lived.

I find na reason to change the format for volume 2. Bath the publisher and parishioners have asked for the baak to be written and I have again received co-operation and encouragement from the local community and others living abroad. So many cards have emerged from lofts, suitcases, and all manner of hidey-holes, that again, not all can be ineIuded. The route I have followed through the village remains much the same, enabling me to fill in photographic gaps that had eluded me the first time round. I have also been able to extend the coverage of the parish - about seven square miles - by locating same hitherto unidentified places. For this I have to thank the owners for allowing me access to their properties.

Nounsley, which is not a separate village, was largely neglected in volume 1, as few cards came to light. This has been rectified. The adjoining parish of Ulting is sa tiny that I decided to ineIude same of its pictures and stories with its bigger neighbour - in eceIesiastical terms the two are twinned sa it is nothing new. Covering an area of just over 1,000 acres, the population was never great. In 1881 itwas 163;in 1917, 170;andinthe last census of 1991 it was only 1 38, with Council tax returns of 1997 putting it at an estimated 154. lts nearest station was once at Langford on the LNER branch line from Witham to Maldon;

ifDr. Beeching could have seen into the future it would never have fallen foul of his axe. The village has one especial claim to fame: it was the home of the first beet sugar factory in the United Kingdom. This was operated in the early 183 Os by Robert and James Marriage and a partner named Read, and in buildings situated not far from Hoe Mill. It did not exist for very long, but one of the flattened grassy spots on the Chelmer and Blackwater Navigation Canal is still known as Sugar Bakers Hole.

Occasionally I refer to photographs in this volume, and in volume 1. These entries appear as follows: card S, volume 1, reads as (SV1) while card 3, in volume 2, reads as (3V2).

Again I recommend the use of a magnifying glass where necessary. Because memories are sa individual, it sometimes occurs that villagers of different names are recalled by several people as living at one address. Whenever possible I have tried to include at least same of the memories of people who actually inhabited the houses. Even then, succeeding generations can cause confusion. In our rural community few homes were owned; most were rented and aften tied to the job. As villagers moved to find work - from farm to farm, and sometimes from one county to another - frequent mobility was aften greater than today. I was interested to find that although same families had lived in the parish for years, several had moved into Essex from Suffolk.

Official, and most grateful, acknowledgements have been listed earlier. My thanks go to all who willingly loaned cards, told me their tales or who, in any way, helped me to put this baak together. Joyce Dawson, Gwen Butler and Rosalie Kent were knowledgeable on the Baker family of Nounsley, while Reg Kent and Richard Rawlinson provided information on steam ploughs owned by that same family. In particular I would like to mention my good friends Gill and Alan Beach who came to my rescue with an identical word processor when my own gave up the ghost; the ever-patient, and skilled photographer Eric Morley who gave me sa much of his time, and whose wife, Heather, allowed me to 'borrow' him; Mrs. Pamela Bowen-Davies for the gift of the reported local newscuttings of the 1920s and 193 Os, written by her grandfather, Mr. Lindley Bott, and collected by her mother, Ruth. Ta produce even a slim volume takes a long time to research, and Mick, my husband, has uncomplainingly, lived for many months with piles of books and files littering the dining room table. Lastly, to you, my readers. May you, like me, learn samething new about the two villages and find as much pleasure in the reading, as I have found in putting volume 2 together.

Joyee P. Fiteh, Hatfield Peverel 1998

1 This map of the village was drawn by Miss Miriam Gepp in the late 1920s. It was the frontispiece of the baak "Ihe Township of Hatfield Peverel' (long out of print), written by her friend and near neighbour, Miss Teresa Hope of Crix. The charm and detail of the map warrants its inclusion and I arn very grateful to Mrs. Helen Matcham, daughter of the late artist (1 OV2), for permission to reproduce it here. Apart from showing the area covered by Hatfield Peverel, Miss Gepp picked out and skilfully drew same of the most interesting features in the village which are now lost to us forever. Among these are Lungley's Cottage (otherwise known as Langley's), the

Windmill and the old Workhouse. The age of the steam train has passed into oblivion and the farmworker hoeing by hand is rarely to be seen. Same narnes noted as early manars remain, including:

Smallands Farm, Termitts Farm, Mowden Hall, Bovingtons and Toppinghoe Hall.

HATFIELD PEVEREl

2 Ivy Cottage, the first house in the village beyond Bareham and quite unmistakable, stood at the entrance to the track (seen here) leading to Toppinghoe Hall. Ivy leaves obscure the sharp edges of the turreted roof but the Gothic-shaped lower window is quite distinct. Young Ruby Smith, whose father, ]osiah, was a horseman for W Seabrook & Sans, fruit growers, clutches her doll as she stands at the gate with her mother, Gertrude. A well in the front garden supplied fresh spring water and refreshed weary cyclists. On the back daar hung a heavy chain where it is thought harses were tethered and rested by their owners riding on to London. Until it

was blown down in a gale a wooden privy stood in the apple orc hard behind the house; a replacement was made and delivered on a cart by Mr. Lewin, who positioned it in the yard. Mare convenient! Strange happenings in the house have been recalled by three different family occupants.

3 This aerial view afToppinghoe Hall was taken before the bypass was built, the house being reached by the lane winding from Ivy Cottage on the old A 1 2. Along this lane and over the humpbacked bridge crossing the railway came harses and carts to deliver goods: Oliver and Cleave, bread; Mr. Barker on Tuesday with wet fish; groceries from Witham Co-op. Top right grow rows ofSeabrook's trees and in the grounds the fine old cedars, same still standing, can be clearly seen. The lower branches grew sa flat that a cloth could be spread and a picnic laid. In 192 5 William and Ivy Willis lived in the left half of the house while the Appletons

lived next door. The Willis, Appleton and Smith families were all related. William had served with The Royal Horse Artillery and worked as horseman here (two were named Betsy and Major). Ivy

was a maid at Crix. In a home where paraffin lamps and candles lit the darkness Aubrey and Bernard Willis were born.

4 Mr. and Mrs. Appleton lived in the nearer of the two cottages, once a much grander Hall. Alice Appleton is captured here standing among Seabrook's chickens and ducks that roamed freely round the yards. It has always been rumoured locally that an underground tunnel ran from Toppinghoe to New Hall in Boreham - built by Henry VIII for Anne Boleyn. What is certain is, that high up in the attic above Allee's head was hidden a little piece of village history. A young boy had stored some sweet chestnuts under the floorboards there, the mice had found them and in his search for these thieves the boy made some exciting discoveries. Hidden from

view were: a dagger, a leather pouch, and fragments of cloth armour, all dating from the 1600s. The cloth armour still exists and in recent times was bought by a Mr. Townsend; a family of this name once lived at Berwick Place and at Crix. A drawing of the armour can be seen at Colchester Library.

5 Back to the main raad and a rear view of Crix. Extensive graunds, once tended by six gardeners, slope away to the south. Mr. Mick Crane spent around 63 years ofhis life as gardener here. A startling and inexplicable event, possibly linked to Crix, has recently come to light. On 13th September 1980, Mr. and Mrs. Peter Mickelsen were driving along the Terling raad approaching Crix. Suddenly, a large black and white animal, the size of a small cow, came hurtling down the left bank, hit the car with a thud, went underneath and let out a long, sickening screarn. Fearful of what they might find they taak a torch to investigate. There was nothing to be

seen - na animal remains, na blood, na damage to the car. On arrival home they phoned people in the location without success and reported the incident to Witham police station. Same years later Peter

read of the eerie story of Shaeri's Shaggy Dog, as told in the first volume (1 VI).

6 How many pairs of feet once sauntered along this peaceful path lying beside the RiverTer?Winter sun shines on bare branches of trees and bushes and highlights the wooden palings ofthe fence; the gende ri ppling of the water soothes our minds as it tlows out of sight beside us on the right. The gate invites us to lift the latch and venture further. Beyond the Viaducts a footpath on the left takes us across the field to Wick Farm. Even the tumbledown shed speaks to us of time to spare. The solitude is only occasionally braken as a steam train ratdes importandy acrass the Viaduct, built especially to carry the track over the Ter valley. Before railways sig-

nalled places of danger, Springtime would find these banks dotted with small groups of children gathering bunches of deep blue or white violets, bath sweedyscented. Wrapped in their

heart -shaped leaves they were lovingly tied with a length of waal or cotton.

7 It was along this Terling Hall road that Peter and Mandy Mickelsen were returning (5V2). We are facing the opposite direction, have passed Berwick Place and approach Wick Farm on the right, where, at a leisurely pace, a driver guides the

horse round yet another

curve in the narrow lane. Country lanes usually evolved from the perimeters of field patterns, rambling round edges which were marked out centuries befare. Wick Farm itself is old, dating from the 1600s, its two original chimney stacks having eight -sided shafts. It was close to here, and tantalisingly just out of sight on the left, that one of the several village brickfields

lay. The scene seems quiet but the summer months saw the men hard at work: digging out the pug; hand-moulding the bricks; firing them in the kiln and stacking them by the thousand on racks. Former

workers at the brickfields reckon the bricks from Nounsley were the most highly rated for quality.

8 Leafless trees, starklyetched against a Winter sky, are mirrored in the still waters of the Ter. At this point the water we see is in a cut, dug out to take the river in time of flood. We have a clear view of the Mill House with the imposing structure of the Mill itself beyond. Ta our left an island was created on which stood a summer-hause. The whole area was loved by villagers, but the waters also served a more practical purpose. Water from the river replenished the boilers of traction engines, ploughing machines, threshing tackle, fairground engines and Council water carts. In Summer, Council carts sprinkled water on to rough roads thick with dust. The body of

the cart was like a big tank on wheels with shafts on the sides. A hose was put into the water and pumped by hand to fill the tank which was then pulled (up the steep hill!) by two harses. Others

who drove harses and carts would come with pails to give drink to the thirsty animals.

THE MILL

HA TF1ELD PEVEREL, NEAR CHELMSFORD.

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