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

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…

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…

Cherry Rogers recalls her memories of growing up in Brandon ... "Some of my happiest memories are time spent with my dad Jack Mackender and my maternal grandfather Alec Rolph.   Dad and grandad were both beekeepers and produced prize winning honey.  My Grandad kept his bees on the land behind his house on London Road, stretching the length of the row of cottages from Newell’s sawmill (where Tesco is now) to what was known as 'Gumbolls Pit'  Rowan Drive has now been built on the land.  There was an orchard, a pig sty and a shed with a copper where potato skins were boiled and mixed with meal for chicken feed.  There were lots of chickens and nana sold the eggs.  Among the various sheds was a building known as the "honey shed".  My dad helped grandad with his bees and took on most of the work as grandad’s health worsened, but dad also had bees which he kept at Lingheath, the Killingworth Farm, which my dad always called the Fox Farm.  I never heard anyone else call it that. [caption id="attachment_161" align="alignleft" width="184"] Jack Mackender and Alec Rolph. Photo courtesy Cherry Rogers[/caption] Dad also kept a large number of hives on the Elveden Estate where he worked.  I remember going out with dad in his first van to collect bees which had swarmed.  My Dad scooped them into a box, or shook them into it if they were in a tree, and I sat in the back of the van holding the lids on them.  Would I do that now?  I might do!  I think before he got the van, he balanced the box of bees on his motorbike and transported them balanced on the tank.  The van was great, two or three boxes could be moved at once.  Dad took the swarms to a new hive and shook the bees on to a piece of sacking spread in front of the hive and the bees just marched in. When my grandad died in the late fifties, (1958 I think) my Dad became the owner of grandad’s bees.  Although he had looked after them for many years by that time, the bees had to be told that grandad had died and that dad was now the new owner.  I remember my nana and dad going to each hive, putting a black cloth on the hive and telling the bees of my grandad’s death.  They missed a hive and they did die.  Coincidence?  Probably, but it was the country tradition. In the spring we put frames in the hives to which we attached a thin sheet of wax, a starter kit for the bees, so we didn’t get odd shaped honeycomb which we couldn’t harvest.  When the bees had done their work all summer my dad removed the combs and they were put in an extractor where they were spun until all the honey was in the extractor.  It was then passed through muslin into a ripener and from there was put in jars.  My Dad used to make fondant candy to feed to the bees in the winter and of course leave them some of the honey they had worked so hard for.  We always had a sweetener for puddings and cakes even when sugar was rationed. I think my happiest memory of my dad was him in a long white apron quietly putting honey into jars while I sat on the steps of the honey shed in the late afternoon listening to the bees and eating a large piece of honeycomb."

Bee keeping in Brandon