You are here:
Antons Gowt
Antons Gowt maps
Historic maps of Antons Gowt and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Antons Gowt maps
Antons Gowt photos
We have no photos of Antons Gowt, although we do have photos of these nearby places:
Antons Gowt area books
Displaying 1 of 10 books about Antons Gowt and the local area. View all books for this area
You can read extracts and browse photos from these books.
Memories of Antons Gowt
No memories of Antons Gowt have been shared yet - be the first!
Add your memory of Antons Gowt
or of a photo of Antons Gowt.
Lincolnshire memories
Brothertoft Days
My grandparents, Charles Herbert and Maud Mary Epton, lived at 3 (later 11) Council Houses, Brothertoft, and my childhood holidays were always spent here. My dad was born in that house, as was his brother, and my grandparents must have lived there nigh on 50 years, and both of them, along with several other relatives, are buried in Brothertoft churchyard. Dad, Ira, and his little brother, Les, went to school at Hedgehog Bridge, a trek across the fields and through the churchyard to the North Forty Foot Bank every day, a walk we often took, past Pepperdines Farm and Cut End. The big hall was owned by Horace Robinson, previously belonging to the Sharpe family, and today run by Horace's son. At no 4 Council Houses (later 12) was Walt Epton the haulage lorry firm, and after they moved to Hubberts Bridge, Charlie Ullyatt. At no 3 were my grandparents, and no 2 - I don't know the name of the folks was there when I was little, though I... Read more
Peaceful Childhood
We lived at Langrick Station and I attended Hedgehog Bridge School - lots of memories of Miss Tooley and all the kids who lived in the area. It was a wonderful time in the 1950s. No school left now and not many of the people I knew either. If any of you read this, best wishes and happy memories.
Fishing 1965 on The North Forty Drain
We all went to stop on a farm near Landgrick Road in the year 1965 for one week of fishing, we all came from Pinxton and South Normanton, Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire, catching loads of fish, bream, tench, pike, perch and eels. On the map it said Toft Tunnel, it was near a stone bridge, fishing on the North Forty foot bank and the fishing was great.
Happy Times
We lived at Kirton Fen went Hedgehogbridge school teachers were Miss Tooley and Miss Brewell. Happy times...
Happy Times
After I left school I was a porter at Langrick Station up until it closed. I have a painting of the last DMU leaving Langrick Station.
Langrick
I was born at Church Corner, Langrick, in one of a pair of tied cottages. My godparents lived next door. My mother was Joyce May Cargill, and she was living with her parents, Eva Kate and George Herbert White at the time of my birth. my father was Joseph William Cargill. He was in the Army, fighting in the second World War.
My paternal grandparents were Mary and John Perry Cargll. They lived a short distance away, along Armtree Road. There is not a trace of the little cottae where they brought up their large family.
The house where I was born on March 21st 1943 has now been converted into single dwelling. the old apple tree is still in the garden. There is still mistletoe growing in it.
My parents were married at Langrick Church. This is where my father and some of his brothers and sisters were baptised. I was baptised here too.
On January 21st 2007 my husband Keith and I... Read more
Cattle Market
In our school holidays, I and one or two more used to go with cattle drovers, there were often a thousand Irish cattle arriving at the cattle dock on some Saturdays. The front of the herd would be at the Town Bridge as other cattle were still leaving the cattle dock. We would guard all the sidestreets and passageways. Cattle would be sold at the market, then were taken to various fields outside of town. One drover, Edger, had the foulest mouth you could imagine, another was one-armed Tom, it was rumoured he fell at Spalding Market, hit his head on the ground and it killed him. Tom Dixon was another drover all his working life, he was brought up in Jubilee Avenue. The roads and pavements were splattered with cow muck, you didn't want a poop scoop, a J C B would have been handy. .
