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Navenby| Wellingore| Waddington| Brant Broughton| Metheringham| Doddington
Coleby area books
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Boyhood in Navenby
This is the village where I was born and grew up. The first shop on the right was my Dad's, a Butcher. This was next to Welbourn's the baker. The other side of Tenters Lane was another Bakers, Marshall's.
The village school then was in Church Lane next to the church and the teachers were Miss True, Mr Wright, Miss Milner, and Mr Powley, the Head. I went to this school and so did my Dad. I believe Mr Powley taught him too.
Served in Air Traffic Control
I was stationed at RAF Waddington as a Senior Aircrafts Woman In Air Traffic Control and remember the Vulcan Bomber well. They filmed the James Bond movie 'Thunderball' while I was there. I used to babysit for one of the pilots called Gerry Rippon while serving there. We had some good times in the Naafi and I have a few photos to tell the tale. I enjoyed my job working in the control tower. It would be nice to be able to contact some former friends who served with me. I shared a room with my then best friend Iris who came from Spitalgate. The room we shared was for four people but we the only ones in our room.
Looking For Family Members
I am looking for family members of the Hagyard Family. They lived in Wellingore in the 1800 to 1900's. I would love any information anyone has.
The Old Post Office
My grandparents, Harold and Phyllis Fenton, ran the village post office in the 1930s, 1940s, 1950s and 1960s from their home in the stone house opposite the Horse and Jockey Inn. My three sisters and I, daughters of Margaret Fenton and Joseph Gerard Nevin, visited with our grandparents many times during the 1950s and 1960s and early 1970s. I remember the village of Waddington as a quiet rural village with winding country lanes surrounded by green pastures, and remember especially the cows being driven up the hill past my bedroom window to go to the farm for milking. I was a very young child then and my memories of Waddington and my grandparents are very fond ones. I have not visited the village of Waddington since the mid-1970s as I feared that the inevitable urban growth and modernisation would disappoint me and distort my memories of this quiet English village I loved to visit. I am now 62 years old and reside in Kitchener-Waterloo, 80 kilometres south east... Read more
Mucky Duck And The Bugle Horn
I used to pedal my service-issue bike from RAF Swinderby to the village to meet friends I made there at the Bugle Horn for a couple of hours every month, and have a few with my service colleagues from the flight line at the "Mucky" in between. They were both very welcoming hostelries in the days when the county was still almost one big airfield. Mostly I remember the local population more, people like Jim Foulkes, Len Richardson (landlord at the Bugle) Len Watson and Fred (?) who served us the beer and with apologies, several I remember but cannot name. The ride back the station was sometimes a littlle erratic, especilly when my palate got used to Holes bitter. The route was along country lanes, to the tune of Vampires doing night flying. Those were the days of ivy leaves and good fellowship which I will never forget. I was 26 and life was great.
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
Red Lion Pub/High Street Life
My grandparents lived in Brant Broughton in the cottage next to the "Old Red Lion". I remember the farrier shoeing the horses, the cows going home to be milked at the dairy and then watching them being milked. Water came from the pump in the communal yard, the toilet was a wooden hut in the allotment with 2 holes - one for adults and a lower one for children. Not surprisingly, my grandmother was relocated to a new bungalow but when I went on a recent visit to Brant Broughton with my husband and children it looked as if it was in a time warp - it hadn't changed!
