Frisby On The Wreake
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Memories of Frisby On The Wreake
The Old Rectory, Now Called
It was Dec 1965, and my sister Ellen Blackham and I sailed to England from Perth, Western Australia, to spend time with my sister Doris Whitby. Doris and her husband Roy had purchased The Old Rectory in the late 1950s. It was no longer required as a rectory and was therefore put on the market. I will never forget driving down Station Lane on that grey afternoon in December and seeing Beechcroft (my sister named it that because of the huge Beech tree that was growing on the right of the building) for the first time. Christmas was approaching and we were excited to be celebrating it here at Beechcroft with the possibility of a white Christmas as well. We walked through the village singing Christmas carols, and then people came back to Beechcroft and in the huge kitchen we had fruit mince pies and hot cocoa. Wonderful memories!!
Ellen and I stayed for 18 months. Our memories of Beechcroft and the village of Asfordby will remain in our hearts... Read more
I had the pleasure of living in Beechcroft since the day I was born in 1954, my parents and grandparents had bought the rectory, named a "White Elephant"as no one had lived in it for 4 years. During that time we had birthday parties on the front lawn, unless of course you were born in January. My parents loved to have BBQ's in the grounds. My sister and I had our weddings here and walked across the lawn to the church. I remember the cellars - cold, dark but exciting, lots of stories have been written about secret passages to the river. The house was magnificent and I still miss it now. I travel to the UK from Australia often, and just sit in the grounds and relive my youth. We as kids played in the grounds, searched in the fields for mushrooms and climbed the trees. I did not like walking past the graveyard at night to get home off the last bus, so my mum was always there... Read more
My First Job
This site was my first job on leaving school. I was an apprentice joiner and worked for MR Abbey Coleman, Builders of Barsby. I lived at Burrough-On-The-Hill at this time and had to cycle to Barsby every morning before going onto Asfordby with Mr Coleman.
Our second son, Sam, was born very shortly after we moved to Thrussington from Kent in 1972. We'll never forget the kindness and support shown to us by people in the village where we had only been for three weeks. The following five years were equally enjoyable and we were very sorry to leave in 1977. We made many friends while we lived in Leicestershire, most from the village, which, though small, had much to offer its residents, especially the river, the church, the school and its two pubs. Looking back, it seems like a golden age for us. We have at last arrived in another village that is as good in Kent, but we are still nostalgic for lovely Thrussington.
Army Camp Rearsby
I lived in the army camp in the Rearsby area - looking for it on the maps, but cannot find it. Does anyone have an idea where it was? I had great times there, most were wooden huts. One day, we had a lightning fire ball come in to the house though a window and bounced around the room. We all stood and watched, to scared to move and then it disappeared, we could not believe it...I also remember the headlights of a car that had run into the tree and the police left them there as a warning to others,it was between Rearsby and the Camp..I also attended school in Reasby ,between 1949 and 1952.
MY FATHER (CAPTURED IN TIME)
THE MAN ON THE RIGHT WITH THE RAINCOAT IS ALBERT TOMAS DIXON. HE LIVED IN MELTON ALL HIS LIFE . HE WAS BORN IN 1910 AND DIED IN 2001. HE WORKED FOR THE POST OFFICE AND STARTED AS AN ERRAND BOY RISING TO ASSISTANT POSTMASTER OF MELTON. HE NEVER HAD A CAR AND WALKED FROM HIS HOME AT 217 ASFORDBY RD IN THE MORNING THEN HOME FOR LUNCH THEN BACK TO WORK AND HOME AGAIN IN THE EVENING WALKING 4 MILES EVERY WORKING DAY. THIS IS MY FATHER AND THIS PHOTO MUST HAVE BEEN TAKEN WHEN I WAS 5 YEARS OLD. I CAN ALWAYS REMEMBER HIM TAKING ME INTO 'PACEY'S' SHOWN OPPPOSITE TO BUY HIS DAILY NEWSPAPER.
I'm Still Owed Ten Shillings!
I remember the inside of the Baptist Chapel as I attended regularly from the age of 5 until my early teens. A Reverand Exall and a one-armed man called Mr. Chapman were in charge. On Anniversaries they used to put staging up either side of the organ and I used to like to sit right at the very top. I was promised if I passed the scripture exam they would pay me 10 shillings. I did pass but never got the money!