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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
Great Grandfather West
I have no personal memories of Kirkstead, but it was an important place in the history of my family.
My great grandfather, William Gilbert West, and his wife Rebecca farmed somewhere in the Kirkstead area during the 1870s. From census entries we know that their 9th, 10th and 11th children, all girls, were born there, the first of these being in 1874. The three girls were Gertrude (my grandmother), Nellie and Alice West.
The family must have moved to Kirkstead from the coast in the early 1870s. The births of the previous children had been registered in Hogsthorpe or Trusthorpe. The 1891 census shows them as having returned to Hogsthorpe (where Rebecca had been born) and Chapel-St-Leonards, but exactly when they went we don't know.
As a child I knew some of William Gilbert's and Rebecca's children as great aunts. Of the three sons I never knew Richard and William Gilbert who must have died before I was born. The third son, and sixth child,... 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
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
METHERINGHAM FEAST
My family used to visit Metheringham regularly to vist my mother's aunt. Her name was Nellie Garrick and she lived in Lime Tree Avenue (I think that is the right name). She was married to Jack Garrick. We used to go on a Friday night. Dad would go to the pub and we would stay at Great Aunty Nellie's house. We would always have fish and chips.
Each year we would visit Metheringham Feast. I used to love the atmosphere of the Fair Ground...the Candy Floss, Toffee Apples, the rides and side shows. I learnt later that Mum and Dad had met at the Feast. The dinner set we always used at Christmas with 12 settings of everything was bought at the Feast...so Mum told me.
We would drive to Metheringham in our little car and Dad would be a bit worst for wear on the drive home. Mum says she often had to grab the steering wheel. Luckily the cars didn't travel so fast in those days and... Read more
