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Alma Friston Nee Oldfield
I was born in Smeeton on April 23rd 1935. I remember staying with a Mr and Mrs Webb. As you approached Smeeton there were cottages on the left hand side, we stayed in the last one next to a lane. The cows came up this lane everyday for milking, quite often straying on to the garden, it was our job to shoo them away. Down this lane was a chapel which was on the left hand side, I remember singing here. We lived in Leicester during the war, having moved from Smeeton and Kibworth Harcourt.
I remember the grocery shop run by Miss Terry, we bought Jelly Dummies to suck on.
Lots of memories walking in the fields and smelling violets by the hedges.
I believe the house where I was born was opposite a farm yard not far from the shop. Happy days. Have just bought a book by Philip Porter, it is the second one.
The Wall.
I sat on this wall so often when someone helped me up with 'a leggy'. It seemed so high then! I think it's fallen down now.
SPORTS DAY
I went to the little village school opposite the pub in the village. We only had one classroom for children from 5 to 11 and a yard, so we had our sports in a field on the Shearsby road.
My Earliest Memories
I was born at Kettering General Hospital in 1942. My father was the village policeman in Wilbarston since 1939 and we lived there until I was five years old in 1947 when my father was posted to the other end of the county. Wilbarston was perhaps the place I have always regarded as 'home' and I still feel a tingle of excitement on the odd occasions I have visited the village over many decades. My attendance at the local school was rather short but I remember the freedom children had to roam through the countryside without any feeling of danger. My old house still stands although the function as a police station is long gone. It had a thatched roof then and water was via a well in the garden. My father kept pigs in two brick styes in the garden and I remember the pig killer who came to slaughter them. The screams and subsequent rapid despatch remain with me to this day although I do like a bacon... Read more
George Lynns Grocers
My dad, Maurice Marsden, started work at the age of 14 in Lynns shop in 1937, after serving in the RAF and Fleet Air Arm during the war. He returned to the shop to work and finished up as manager. The shop closed in the 70s.
School Uniform
When I passed the 11 plus exam I was selected to attend Kibworth Grammar School. The only place that you could get the uniform was the little shop in the photo to the right of the monument in the Square. This meant a trip by train from Wigston to Kibworth. This was quite feasible in the days before Dr Beeching closed all the railway stations. I remember the uniform cost my Mum a fortune and I only attended for one term as my Dad who was in the army was posted to Germany for 3 years. There I went to another school requiring yet another uniform.
EVACUATION
I was evacuated to Kibworth three times; in 1939 I came probably from my school, Newington Green in North London. i stayed with Mr. and Mrs. Dinkley. After a few months, a bomb fell in Kibworth, probably on the way to Coventry. My parents took me home, but each time I returned home a bomb fell in our road as it was near an ammunition factory. After each bomb, I was sent back to the county, the second time to Wales and then the third time I was sent to Kibworth to Family Gilbert, It must have been around 1942, I took part in a school play and the performance was noted in the local newspaper. I was not happy with this family as the man of the house thought that the Germans would surely occupy us and he warned me I would be amongst the first to be taken away (I am Jewish). I returned to Kibworth the third time when my brother was a baby, he was born... Read more
