Happy Birthday Community Centre!

One of the joys of volunteering at Brandon Heritage Centre is that you never know who will walk through the door next.  Sometimes it is someone looking for information about…

Announcement: AGM 2017

We can finally announce the Brandon Heritage Centre AGM will be held on: 7.30pm, Thursday 25th May, at the Brandon Royal British Legion, London Road, BRANDON Please do come along…

Can you name these footballers?

Brandon footballers, can you name any? John Basham has asked if we can get names to these men, so if you can help then please do let us know.  We…

Community Open Day

Our first day open! We shall be open on Sunday 4th June - Carnival Day.  This will be your chance to visit us and tell us what you like and…

Cherry Rogers, remembers working in Calders wood yard ... "I would like to share one or two memories of my times at Calders. I started work there at the age of fourteen in the July of 1959.  My birthday was in September so I was not really eligible to leave school until Christmas, but my Dad wouldn’t let me go back to school as I had the job in Calders Office as a junior - making tea, answering the phone and doing all the mundane jobs no one else wanted to do.  Calders was a bigger set up than most people knew about and had branches in Rotherhithe, Epsom and several places north of us.  One place made top quality parquet flooring.  The head office was Eros House, Regent Street and the company was incorporated into several large concerns over the years but that is by the way.  When I started work the company belonged to Sir James Calder who lived at Lynford Hall.  Sir James died a few months after I started work and I remember the funeral with representatives from all the branches attending.  I believe it was held at the Catholic Church. The trees were bought in parcels, felled by Wally Poplawski and hauled into the yard by Jimmy Drew and his brother Curly.  They drove a large red oxide coloured timber drug which was an old Scammel, like the ones used in the desert during the war.  That timber drug could be seen driving down the High Street and over the bridge nearly every day.  The timber was then milled and used for gates and fencing.  We were well known for the high quality of our gates and they were shipped to most parts of the country.  We did top quality fencing for studs in Newmarket and Surrey, and for the Queen.  We also did motorway fencing and our erectors were sometimes putting up guard rails in the central reservation while the traffic rushed past - they wouldn’t do that today.  We did at one time have a railway siding by the creosote plant and our gates went off by the truck load.  All those consignment notes to write out, they would be computerised now. At one time the logs were hauled by horses.  They were stabled over the road where the Lignacite factory was built.  Jock Bain came down from Scotland to live here and look after the horses.  There was a blacksmith forge in the yard, but wasn’t used when I was working there.  We had teams of fence erectors, some who stayed out all week and only came home at the weekend.  Alfred Zelke and Joe Zawiasa had a caravan parked by the motorway or wherever they were working.  A tiny thing with sausages hanging from the roof. Lots of families had two generations working in the yard or mill at the same time and several brothers worked there.  The Challiss family, the Smith family, the Elmer’s , Adams, Ted Beales the boiler man (who when I was a child lived with his family on Calders site and was night watchman) and his son Harry Beales. My connection to Calders was that my grandfather, who was a builder and undertaker, at one time made gates for Calders.  He also built the office and sadly my great uncle, Clive Dove, was killed while driving the timber drug in 1947.  He was 34, the load slipped and a large log went through the cab.  I don’t remember much about him, just vaguely remember sitting on his knee at Aunty Nell’s house.   We had some real characters working in the yard, one was Harold Lockwood, who had been a Japanese prisoner of war.  He was our maintenance man.  Nothing fazed Harold and he could swear for England.  We had funny, happy and sad moments.  Sad when poor Hector Elmer was knocked off his bike in front of the office and sadly died from his injuries.  Funny when Jimmy Hulme the creosote plant operator dropped his teeth in the tank.  He gave them a full overnight charge with the fencing posts and then rinsed them off in the morning and wore them usual.  They would have been preserved for a lifetime! The conditions the men worked in was not good, nothing was spent on anything new and everything was bodged up.  I suppose that went back to wartime.  Men wouldn’t be allowed to work in those conditions today.  They worked on those saws in the freezing cold and couldn’t even feel what they were doing.  I even heard one man apologise for cutting off two of his fingers.  The office wasn’t wonderful.  One end was lovely with parquet flooring and wood panelled walls, while the other end, our end, had walls made of asbestos.  Yet I had some happy times and over the thirty-two years I worked there I made friends with some lovely girls, mostly grandmothers now." Here is a photo of some long service awards at Calders. Back row left to right -  Jack Knight retired Manager, Jon Bullivant Head Office, Fred Crozier New Manager, Bernie Challiss Carpenter, Ted Beales Boilerman, Jack Adams Foreman. Front row -  Harold Lockwood Maintenance , Geoff Southgate Office Manager, Sam Ridgeon Sawyer, Tom Martin Crane Driver and Lennie Smith Storekeeper.

Memories of Calders Wood yard

Brandon resident, Bob Jones, recalls memories of how he moved to the area almost sixty years ago, and settled in the town ... "It was 1959 and we were looking for a property to purchase or rent in Thetford (preferred) or Brandon would do.  The London overspill development was progressing at this time but there was a six-year waiting list for council houses, as reported by the Town Clerk Ellis Clark.  One property up for sale in St. Nicholas Street (Thetford) was in our price bracket but a knock on the door revealed the owner had taken it off the market!  Needless to say that property was lost to the developers and is now a car park area. [caption id="attachment_375" align="alignleft" width="300"] A colourised view of Town Street, c.1910s[/caption] Somebody suggested we called on Sid Lingham’s office in Town Street Road, Brandon, who was building low cost bungalows there.  We located the road a mile from the town - the Town Street Road sign pointed right.  The road beyond the first bend turned into a rough track – no footpaths, a flint wall bordering an open field on the right hand side and further down you entered Crown Street, and of course The Crown Pub.  Opposite was the Tip Football Ground (as it was called).  Behind the Crown Pub was White Horse Street, at the end was the chapel and TOWN STREET.   Thus Town Street road was the road leading to TOWN STREET. We bought one of Sid’s new bungalows which was built six months later on that open field in Town Street Road and within a year the Road leading to TOWN STREET was renamed Crown Street, as it is today.  A little bit of local history was lost with these changes we feel, apart from another resident - AJ Rolfe who retired there from his VG Stores in Hockwold and had paid good money for his letter heading embossing machine that became defunct before he had time to use it!  AJ was less than pleased one has to say."  

Settling in Brandon – Bob Jones

What is this?

Here's a question.  How many times do you walk through town and not look at the buildings around you?  If you do look at them then have you seen this?…

Remains of Nissan huts found

Thank you to Brandon resident Sylvia Steward for letting us know about these concrete steps she discovered while walking in the forest near Rowan Drive, which probably belonged to the old Nissan huts…

Cherry Rogers relives the time her world changed with the introduction of a modern toilet, something we take for granted today... "We lived at 50 Thetford Road and like a lot of people had an outside privy, with a visit from Jack Ollie with his honeycart for toilet emptying.  I nearly said every day, but thinking about [caption id="attachment_280" align="alignleft" width="259"] Cherry's mother with the bath[/caption] it, it couldn’t have been daily because he did all of Brandon.   We eventually got a flushing toilet which was tagged on to the back of the main hallway, so basically it was still outside and only the door to it was inside, but was a vast improvement on what we had.  There was no hand wash basin and no hot water, just a toilet.  We still had to boil the copper for water for baths and laundry.  My Dad would come home from the fields working in the dirt and chopping out sugar beet or working on the harvest fields where dust was flying, sometimes black with dust.  Water was boiled for him to wash, we couldn’t heat enough for a bath every evening, it had to be filled and then emptied.  You needed another bath by the time you had finished!  But my Dad was never dirty and our house and washing was spotlessly clean, I can’t imagine how hard our parents and grandparents worked. Anyway because we had to come down a dark winding stairway into a long corridor, through the living room to the front hallway, if the toilet was needed in the night a chamber pot was kept upstairs. My mum and dad were on the council list for a house when I was born in 1944 and had no luck.  My mum who was not backward in coming forward had badgered the councillors for years and was once chucked down the rectory steps.  When I was about twelve, I came home from school one day and my mum was in a high state of excitement.  She grabbed me and danced about a bit and said, "We have got a house!"  She said it several times.  She hadn’t been able to tell anyone all day, no mobile phone, so she was bursting with it.  When my dad eventually came home, he just stepped into the yard and mum leaned out of the bedroom window and hollered at the top of her voice "JACK!  WE HAVE GOT A HOUSE!"  She then hurled the chamber pot out of the window.  It broke into a thousand pieces about four inches in front of him.  I do remember the handle being in one piece.  My dad looked up at her and said very quietly, "Bloody sorft thing to do" and then we all fell about with laughter.  What luxury when we moved into 29 Elizabeth Road."

“Bloody sorft thing to do”

Keys to the door

ANOTHER MILESTONE ... Today the new management team took possession of a set of keys for the Heritage Centre.  Here are just a few photos from a whistle stop tour…