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Good Times
I came across this site today and was taken back to my childhood. I was born in Netherfield at 21, Hodgkinson Street in September 1957, the daughter of Brian and Barbera Pritchett, and 2 years later had a brother called Mark. Our parents have sadly passed away now but I have so many happy memories of living in a close tight knit village where everybody knew each other. I have now lived for the past 25 years in Keyworth but often go through Netho and still have family there. I would love to hear from anyone who remembers me and share some memories, I still consider myself a Netho lass and always will. I look forward to hearing from you. Sue Hart, nee Pritchett, tel 07761149255
Going to Junior School in Radcliff-On-Trent in 1960
My dad was in the Canadian Air Force (RCAF) stationed in Langar (born in England though) but my family lived at 16 Douglas Close just outside Radcliffe. I remember walking daily to the junior school and buying barley sugar on the way for 3p for a foot long stick that was in one of 300 candy bottles in the store. I passed the pillory like had cuffs beside the horse troughs about half way there... never saw anyone in them though. I was in J5 at school (can't remember school name) but for some reason remember the Principal: Mr. Hopewell and my teacher Mr. Dix and one fellow called Barry Baxter. I found it funny that my teacher had a French name and the principal's name didn't reflect that he had 3 canes mounted above his office door and a reputation for '6 of the best'. One day I was sent to his office for scribbling in a classmates workbook and I was so traumatized by... Read more
Memories of Sneinton
Betty and I were brought up in Davidson Street, Sneinton just before the Second World War. It was a small back-to-back terraced house with an outside toilet. One of my first recollections was being bathed in the small kitchen sink and the woman who lived next door talking to Mum. It was snowing. Later they made a snowman and put a pipe in his mouth. It was great fun. When war broke out we moved to 3 Hoten Road (Grandma and Grandad's house). We moved because they lived in a three-bedroomed house and if we moved in with them, then they wouldn't have to take in any refugees who might come from London. Mum and Dad had the back bedroom, and Betty and I had the attic. There were lots of arguments because Dad didn't get on with Grandad Brailsford. I recall the night of the blitz on Nottingham. It was pretty horrific. We were brought down from the attic and slept on the floor with Mum and Dad. Then the... Read more
Ancestral Home
With my newly obtained lawyer´s degree and after joining a British bank based in Buenos Aires, Argentina, I was sent to London, to follow an international training course of one year, along with my wife Rosemarie and our one year old daughter Cecilia. It was my first time in the UK and one of the things which I had decided to do was to visit Car Colston, the birthplace of my gt-grandfather, Prof. Albert Euerby Martin, who had emigrated to Argentina, in 1888, with the objective of opening english schools and musical academies. He did in fact open many schools which would become the starting point of a long life dedicated to education in Argentina. Finally after a few months in London, and on a grey and chilly November Sunday morning we drove up to Car Colston. On arriving we were warmly received by dear Mary (Girlie) Martin, whom I had never met, but whose grandfather William Martin, of Car Colston, was my own gt-gt-grandfather. Girlie still lived in... Read more
Police House 1939-45.
The Police House was located on Radcliffe Road, Cropwell Butler. (now called 'The Old Police House'). On the front wall it bore a sign bearing the words 'County Police'. From 1939 to 1945 it was occupied by the Village Constable, P.c.200 Sidney Brooks, his wife Dorothy and sons Peter, born 1936 (the writer, now living in OZ) and Michael, born 1939 (now living at Whatton). There was an old fashioned stem type phone connected to the manual exchange. I think the number was Radcliffe 139. To operate, it was necessary to turn a handle on a box and await a response from the operator. The system was powered by a wet cell battery. Sid's means of transport for work was a sit up and beg style Raleigh pedal cycle on which he patrolled the villages of Cropwell Butler, Cropwell Bishop and Tythby.. The house had a kitchen with a coal fired iron range, including an oven and back boiler. There were two separate brick outhouses attached to the rear,.one had... Read more
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES 1939-1945.
My Dad, Sid Brooks was the rural village police constable (P.c.200) for Cropwell Butler, Cropwell Bishop and Tythby We, Mum (Dorothy) and my younger brother Mick lived in the Police House on Radcliffe Road, There was an old fashioned stem type phone connected to the manual exchange. Dad’s means of transport for work was a sit up and beg style Raleigh pedal cycle. See also 'Police House 1939-1946).
In the centre of the village, behind the green the kids spent many hours watching Mr Harrison at work,in his forge making horse shoes or wrought iron items and shoeing horses.
Nearby was Cheetham’s Bakery, Cheetham who delivered bread with a horse and covered wagon. On Hardigate Lane was Branston’s Bakery who delivered bread in a van. I loved being asked to collect our bread which usually arrived home minus the delicious crust. Milk was delivered daily by Cockaynes using a horse and cart. Milk was dispensed from... Read more
The Hornbuckle Family
On my grandmother's side, the Hornbuckle family dates back to this Church and this town from the early 1500's. So if you see any headstone's in the local cemetary saying HORNBUCKLE, "GAULTER OR WALTER", they are related to me.
He actually left his money to the Church for needed repairs and for something called MILN Brig....if anyone knows what that is.
