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Rose Cottage.
I was born at Bardney in 1946. We moved away from the area as my Dad was a farm worker so moved to different farms. My Grandparents used to live in Rose Cottage at Bardney which in my days as a young child along with my younger brothers and sister we used come to visit and I remember having to cross a field with geese in it to get to the Cottage. We all had to sit on a long bench at the very large kitchen table just a couple of memories that stick in my mind. I dont think the cottage is there now but would love to hear if anyone else can remember it. I hope to go back to Bardney one of these days to have a good look around as I know we had a very big family connection there. Vanda Miller nee Shucksmith.
CHILDHOOD DAYS
I was evacuated to Reepham from London, when the war was going on. I lived in the high street with a Mrs Tonn, and a Mr & Mrs Mason on their farm. The days of freshly made butter and milk! Farm animals as pets! I remember the tiny school so well that I attended, also the Church of St Peter & St Pauls, I went to Sunday school there. It was such a wonderfull time in my life. I left Reepham at the age of 8, to go back to my family. I did research on my old village, and it has not changed one bit in the High Sstreet, sigh! Where did all those years in between go!? I'm 73 this year and I will always have a place in my heart for those days.
My Link To Cherry Willingham
I feel connected through family,whom I have never met. My plan to visit and connect in person will depend on whether I can trace my relative. Does anyone recall Stan (Clark?) and his daughter Linda? Linda's paternal Grandmother was Emily,and paternal Great Grandma was Eliza Woodley. All from the south London area. Stan was cousin to my dad, Harold Willing, who lived in Swindon,until his death in 2006. I would be so grateful if any one can help me trace family. I also apologise if this is innapropriate use of this site, but cannot as yet, find another link. Thank you so much,in advance for any information you may have. Linda Willing
Service in The RAF
I served at RAF Market Stainton in 1947 until its closure when we were transferred to RAF Wickenby. Several years ago ex RAF personnel were invited to a fete near to the Church of St. Michael's I gathered together a number of personnel who were at Stainton at the same time as myself; I have several photograghs of the "Party". Our time at this unit was made most enjoyable by the warmth of the local inhabitants and I also recall the bad winter of 1947 when we were snowed in at Market Stainton Hall - not being able to go off station because of the amount of snow that had fallen. After the "party" we all visited the church and the Pub in the village which we regulary attended during our stay on the Unit. The Station Officer was a Warrant Officer who was in charge of our section. When the Unit was disbanded contact was lost with this Officer, until looking around the Church Yard we noticed his gravestone -... Read more
Life in Branston
I was born in Branston in 1948. I grew up there until I was 16 when we moved to Lincoln. There was a waterwheel down one of the country lanes which was very unusual, in as much as that it was horizontal rather than vertical. I believe it is still there today.
My family were quite extensive in the village and everyone knew everyone else. They were alway ready to help each other and were all very friendly.
I could play in the streets with complete safety and without fear.
We would have "Rummage Sales" in the Village Hall on a regular basis and the 1st May was always a treat with dancing round the Maypole and bands.
School sports days were always held on a Saturday and were quite a big affair.
We had a field that we named "The Hills and Hollows" that was great fun to play in. As its name suggests it was very hilly and we... Read more
First Time
This is the first swimming pool I ever saw and where I learned to swim. I went to the Queen Elizabeth Grammar School and this is where we were taken, once a week, for our swimmimg lessons. I was placed into care when I was 11 years old and in my first year at senior school. The place of care was Holmeleigh Children's Home. I remember my first time here very clearly. I was very nervous, new school and a new home, surrounded by a load of new people and faces and desperately wanting to 'fit in'. "It is swimming tomorrow so make sure you bring costume and towel!" I was told. My new classmates were wanting to know could I swim etc etc and all I could think of at that time was "Well it can't be that hard" and I so wanted to be accepted and feel 'normal' so came out with...."Oh yes I'm a great swimmer, you'll see!"...Wow, what a mistake that was. The following day we were walked 'in convoy'... Read more
Holmeleigh Horncastle Childrens Homesa nd School //Years
By Michael Savage
A reunion of the Horncastle Homes children and the staff was held at the Town Hall (Drill Hall) July 20 1989. Almost 400 people attended the event. “The atmosphere was really great - everyone was talking about the good old days, although some had painful memories to share.”
Generations of children were brought up in a group of houses, known as Holmeleigh, off Foundry Street. According to the reports from former residents, “It was a very Victorian set up. You were hardly allowed to talk to boys and you made your own entertainment as a group of children together.”
The site consisted of several semi-detached house. Each house, known as a cottage, was numbered 1 to 11. Each cottage accommodated approximately 14 to 16 children; there were 3 mixed sex cottages, 2 all girls and 6 all boys cottages, and each cottage was run by a house mother and house auntie. We the children slept in dormitories, and midnight feasts were inevitable. Once a group... Read more
