Thomas Norfolk the son of Thomas Norfolk of Poslingforde, riding on Pentlowe Bridge the 4th day February, being then a great water was then drowned.

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...that he allured her to commit whoredom with him, and that he has had the carnal use of her body divers and sundry times since, but how often she remembers not.

'The leading boat contained a small platform at the bows to enable the towing horse to be ferried across the river when the tow path crossed from one side to the other. This occurred thirty-three times on the trip from Sudbury to Brantham. At Bures, the towpath changed side six times. The horses were, of course, specially trained.'

'...gross, systematic and extensive Bribery prevailed at the last election for the Borough of Sudbury'

'I give and bequeath unto the said Abraham Edlin all the furniture in the Room called my Chamber together with the Chest of Drawers and the Iron Chest with all that is therein contained upon this Condition that he do not disclose or make known the Contents thereof or any part thereof to any person and in case he do make the same known contrary to this my desire my will and meaning is that he forfeits this my devise to him and in that case I give the same unto my Cousin Mary Masters'

'when the verger was about to ring the bell and summon the congregation for the usual week-day evening service, he could produce no sound. Still many were assembled, and divine service proceeded; but when the Minister ascended the pulpit, he perceived, from signs not to be mistaken, that the whole of the immense and massive roof had shifted and sunk, and might at any instant crush him and the whole congregation'

THE Committee responsible for the publication of this List feel that no apology for any seeming delay will be needed by any one who at all realizes the amount of labour entailed in its preparation and the many difficulties in the way of carrying it to a successful issue.

It would be difficult to describe the mingled feelings of surprise and horror excited by the sad report which was whispered at every breakfast table in the town on Wednesday morning. Seldom has such a gloom been cast over the town, and the rumour was at first deemed incredible.

The earliest mention of the Old Market in the history of Beccles is rather unflattering. In 1418 three men were up before the Court of the Manor of Beccles charged with not removing a dungheap from the Old Market despite having been ordered to do so at the previous Court six months earlier. It must have matured during that time! They were fined eight pence.

...We hear that among the many natural curiosities that adorn this kingdom, not any thing affords a greater satisfaction to the public than the Oriental Boggery, or Royal Hunting Tygress [sic], the only one alive in the three kingdoms, now exhibiting, together with several other Animals, and curious Birds, all alive, at the Swan with two Necks, the upper side of the Market-place....

...In several of the houses in this street are seen the outlines of small rectangular, or square windows, now blocked up by the side of larger openings. Many of the upper stories overhang the narrow footway, and the low rooms, whose brick or pamment floors are beneath the street level, have plain or moulded ceiling joists, with plaster between the rafters. By the side of the narrow fireplaces are long narrow cupboards, shewing where the wide open hearths and cosy "ingle-nooks" formerly were...

'It was the first time he had known what it felt like to be living in the depths of the country, where the everyday things that he had always taken for granted became suddenly transformed into matters of vital importance. Water had to be pumped, and when the rain-water butts were empty the sky would be anxiously scanned for clouds of the right shape. And when the rain fell, day after day, it would prove a calamity for having interfered with they hay-making or the harvest.'

What we need is not so much discussion of events of so many years ago, as more research into these apparently preternatural manifestations, without publicity and without practical jokers and without fraudulent psychical researchers.

'The Farmer's brightest prospects are now bursting upon him, and the fields are all ripening to harvest, while the wavy corn recalls the many bygone years of "peace with plenty crowned," and the many happy harvest homes.'

I think that the position of engineer at Ward's brewery attracted me more because a house went with it rather than the work. This work entailed many varied jobs combining maintenance of two steam boilers, electrical generating equipment, refrigerating chilling plant, plumbing and water pumping plant, beer boiling machines and washing machines, rewiring various houses and the 35 public houses houses owned by Ward and Son.

But if Clim Poope were now alive
He would not wish himself to thrive
Till he had cuckold his brother Whale
But tut, this news is very stale

We now take the Pleasure of thanking you for your Trouble you are takeing for us. Three of us revive at 3 o'clock, and 3 at seven o'clock. We had a good round the station and then we had the beef we should not have at home. Then see the Magor and he sent a man round the streets to show us about, on Tuesday we were swareing in as constables, and 2 suits of good clothes, and then the drill came, we can do that better than hopping over clods all day.

"....he heard his master say that he had read in an old history that the church of Copford was robbed by Danes, and their skins nailed to the doors; upon which, some gentlemen, being curious, went thither and found a sort of tanned skin, thicker than parchment, which is supposed to be human skin, nailed to the door of the said church, underneath the said iron-work, some of which skin is still to be seen."

"These were hectic times and there was air combat but we were almost entirely engaged in ground attacks on railways, bridges, motor transport and even leaflet dropping !. The German flack was becoming extremely accurate and we lost a number of aircraft but with my "sharp tool" (the Spitfire), my good eye and common sense and luck I survived.

'Those who had been employed in (the fields and who had endured the heat and burden of harvest time had special cause of gratitude to Him who had spared them and blessed the labours of their hands. They might not forget how, during a portion of this harvest time, not a few were stricken down by the excessive heat and unable to pursue their work, while others were called away from their harvest toil, in the midst of their employment, and from among their companions in labour, to their final account.'

for two thousand years and more, oxen (or bullocks) were the main beasts of burden on British farms and roads. Then, in the 40 years from 1800 to 1840, they all but disappeared - hustled into history by social reforms, industrialisation and a growing need for speed.

what was a vicar doing closing down the local brewhouse, apparently to stamp out vice in the parish, only to become the covert investor in a brewery? What was the nature of the close relationship between the vicar and the young, handsome son of a brewer? What was behind the accusations of rape against the vicar, and the counter-accusations of the running of a brothel? Why did the vicar and his brother purchase almost every house in the village? What triggered the poisonous quarrel between the wealthy farmer and the priest?

Over the course of the 1800s, thousands of people had migrated in search of a better life, their correspondence reveals that the majority were successful, alluding to the suffering they had escaped whilst expressing their joy at the higher standard of living and increased opportunities they now received. By the end of the century people from the eastern counties were spread amoungst Britain's colonies and the emerging United States, provoked to move from their birthplace by the grinding struggle of rural life in an age of agricultural depression and social change.

In reply to my question prisoner said, "I have shot a sheep and here's the head, mate," at the same time handing me the bowl. At first I thought it was a sheep's head, but on looking at it 1 saw it was the head of the deceased, whom I knew very well. 
I said "Sam, whatever have you been doing? You have killed poor old Cockerill." He said "I shot a cock pheasant and he came down with it."

Perhaps the worst result of the storm locally was the destruction of the lofty spire of Foxearth parish church. It is thought that the spire was struck by lightning and the wind blew the wreckage into the adjoining field, the tower also being damaged. Here, as elsewhere, trees were blown down the Rectory and Brewery house were damaged. also other property in the village.

A German officer stopped his car by me, got out and spoke to me. Through a daze I realized he was asking me the way somewhere. Fortunately my face was covered with dirt and bristles so its changes of colour were not noticeable. I quickly said I was a stranger myself to these parts. An innocent looking Frenchman was passing on his bicycle so I pointed to him and said he might know. He must also have been doing something nefarious as he just about fell off his bicycle when I pointed at him. Of course he might have caught sight of my dirty face.

Rumour comes that the CRE has been killed. "Oh My God!" says Graham, but his face lightens for a moment on hearing that it is some other CRE. It is in fact Le Sueur. He, Hodgson and Galloway were talking together on the beach when another bomb from the same stick as mine killed all three. Tubby White was wounded. Now it is not fun anymore.

Mr Gardiner returned to where I was sitting and came directly into the bench and said to me  "You consider yourself a gentleman, but you have proved yourself a low blackguard".  He was in a great passion and this was said loud enough to be heard all over the church. I said  "Thank you for your compliment". I spoke in a quiet whisper;'

TYE GREEN still remains where in olden time the Tythings were held, A very different public meeting was held there on a warm Saturday in August 1900 when a deputation from Ipswich and District Trades and Labour Council was present. Here the gathering of Mat Weavers was told that it was surprising the low wage paid to their craftsmen, and a wonder how they existed on it. The female workers of the silk industry were urged to combine and try and improve the conditions under which they worked.

"He had a huge hood that went right over the top of the cart like a pram has, and a lot of us boys when he went by the Green, used to all hang on the back of the cart, and we could stop the pony. The old man used to get his whip and try to hit us, but when he'd got his hood up he couldn't see us."

'When the watertower was painted on the inside every 3 or 4 years, the water became undrinkable, so the villagers fetched brook water in cans and buckets.'

"At the top of the Bells garden, on the Green, stood the Cage and stocks where they put people when they were drunk. At that time the public houses were open all the Sunday morning until two o'clock. When we came out of our church we could always see men rolling up and down streets drunk. "

"They do say your Worship that sich folk are increasing about in this world., and if you have so many in your parish they do a sight of harm. Also, everyone who sees my wife says they never seed such a complaint and call out she is certainly bewitched, she fare haunted night and day, she fare dried up like a crisp, she say."

"He knew one bomb had exploded and also feared that there would be more than one in the wreckage, he dashed passed the wreckage and warned a small group of civilians to stand back. Near the blazing plane he found one man lying in the leaf mould with his clothes and body alight."

'Tilty is the idyllic site of a Cistercian Abbey founded in 1153 — just as beautiful, in its own way, as the better known sites of the Cistercian Tintern and Fountains Abbeys. But at Tilty all that remains are some stones in a field and the 1220 Gate Chapel, which had added to it in the 14th century a chancel with a large east window of exquisite tracery. It was retained at The Dissolution and later turned into a parish church. The abbey had its fish ponds, its sheep, its vineyards and its water mill (run from a millpool formed by damming a stream). The present mill building dates from the 18th century and it worked until 1957.'

"Inquis- at Lavenham on William Manning, it appears deceased was driving an empty waggon and set off at a brisk trot, he attempted to dismount the thiller horse which he was riding and in doing so he fell and both near wheels going over him he was killed immediately. This frequent accident of this nature (the 4th in 2 months) demonstrates the need for laws to be obeyed to prevent this occurrence."

'On impact the Mosquito appeared to somersault twice, and immediately burst fuel, and debris into an opening cone of searing flames that quickly sprang up across and up the hillside'.

'Exploring the Stour Valley with Vernon's booklet is like being accompanied by a distinguished and interesting guide, informative and always succinct. Vernon's engaging personality comes through on every page.'

'There was a fatal accident at Hundon when Charles Biggs aged 22 in the employ of Mr Taylor fell into the threshing machine. He was due to have been married that day but as the bride to be became ill and the wedding was postponed.'
The Bury & Norwich Post October 2nd 1883

'The poor woman who was only 18 years of age, gave a heart rending speech from the scaffold imploring other young women, who may be tempted as she was, not to follow her example, but to stand firm and stick to their marriage vows. Catherine Foster was the last woman to be hanged in public in Bury'

''I said "let me go, let me go". .
He gave me a shilling and said "don't tell your mother. Don't let your mother see your clothing tonight; wash them yourself". .
He kissed me again and bade me goodnight and I left..
Whilst I was down defendant put a pocket handkerchief in my mouth so that I would not make a noise:'. '

'Nothing was heard in the night, either of the men who did the work, or the wagon brought to convey the body away, but certain labourers, in the parish of Otten Belchamp, who were going to their morning's employment, aver that they met a yellow painted vehicle, driving at a moderate pace, towards Belchamp, on which were riding five or six men, but they were so disguised as not to be recognizable by any of them.'

On Monday last it was nearly the cause of loss of life to several individuals as a girl about twelve years old was tossed by an exasperated animal and much hurt that it was feared for her life, one Burton, a wool comber, was also dreadfully gored.