11 December 2018

Braintree and Bocking, Essex

A postcard, courtesy of 'The Archive Photographs Series, Braintree and Bocking'.....


As  sunny as Sevilla!  …. a walk around my old stomping ground, a lot has changed, yet much still seems the same....









Sandpit Lane and 'Memory Lane'.....





Where Crittall Windows started out.....


…. is now a shop for the 'well heeled' …..



Where I studied (er hum!) for my 'O' Levels at the Tabor High School … which has now been turned into apartments...


Bocking Place once owned by the Courtauld family and merged with the school in 1938, however, now the house has been turned into apartments and the grounds are a public park.  In the 6th form in this building I really should have paid more attention to my teachers ....


The school gym.... where I gained my love of sports (not!)….





There were many different varieties of tree species within the grounds of Bocking Place, no doubt collected by the Courtauld family over the years, some of which still exist....


And on to Bocking, the name Bocking is said to have either derived from a Saxon word meaning 'the dwellers amongst the Beech trees' or it means 'Bocca's people', Bocca was a Viking god who was worshipped in this area - who'd have guessed!

The public house 'The Black Boy', as was, but now called 'The Retreat', which my parents ran and where I spent quite a few of my formative years..... hic!  Ah, that would explain it then, wouldn't it!....


… and a photo of 'The Black Boy' back when, notice the adjoining house in those days...


The Deanery church of St Mary's, Bocking …..


In 995 a Saxon nobleman, Aether(l)ic, bequeathed the lands of Bocking to Christ Church Canterbury for the use of the monks.  On part of this land a church was built but no trace of that original building is apparent.  Bocking is one of the parishes in the archiepiscopal peculiar (a group of parishes subject to the jurisdiction of the Archbishop of Canterbury) and the Rector of Bocking, as the commissary of the Archbishop, bears the title 'Dean of Bocking' - and he was the man who married me!




A view of our pub, 'The Black Boy' (now 'The Retreat') from the churchyard....
















Lover's Lane …. to the left there used to be Courtauld's silk mill, now new housing...




4 Comments:

Blogger Pete Duxon said...

I have driven past the sign for the church many times... Thanks for sharing

24 December 2018 at 21:19:00 GMT

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fascinating to get your history like this Cindy! I got surprised when I read you married an Archbishop, or rather he married you. I guess it was another man (I know who) involved in the ceremony.. or have you checked the papers who married who back then? I understand these photos is a walk down memory lane for you, as you mention. Very interesting to see also for us that are privileged to call you a friend.

xxx
Arne

29 December 2018 at 17:35:00 GMT

 
Blogger Zdenka Murlova said...

Beautiful photos, beautiful places.
A visit to my hometown will always make me sad. Do you feel it in the same way ?
Zdenka

17 January 2019 at 09:50:00 GMT

 
Blogger Sage said...

I agree with the above comment by Zdenka. Looks like a nice place to visit. And it makes me so sad to visit my hometown where my parents lived for about their last 35 years, Silver City, New Mexico. I visited there about 3 years ago and felt that way. Nice to visit but wouldn't want to live there again.

11 March 2019 at 02:52:00 GMT

 

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