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Historic maps of Knossington and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Knossington maps
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Langham| Little Dalby| Oakham| Tilton On The Hill| Burton Lazars| Billesdon| Uppingham
Knossington area books
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Queens Visit
I remember the Queen's visit to Rutland in this year. I remember all the children from the local schools forming the shape of a horseshoe in a field/park? and the Queen being driven around the horseshoe waving to us all.
Castle Hit by Storm
Not 100% sure if it was 1966 or 67, but I do remember that the castle roof was covered with a tarp for quite some time after lightening hit the castle during a storm.
I Use to Live Here
I use to live here in the early 1950s. My dad was in the Canadian Air Force. My maiden name was Lolly Botting. I am planing a visit next year and have been trying to find some photos on line. If anyone remembers me please e-mail me.
Family History
Family holidays were spent in Whissendine so in 1940 I was evacuated from London to stay with my grandmother Annie Buzzard. I went to the village school so remember a lot of village names, my Uncle Cecil Buzzard was also well known in the village. Most of my ancestors are buried in St Andrew's graveyard. My name was Barbara Parkinson. I would love to hear from anyone who is still around and remembers me (we are all quite old now).
Burton Races - I Remember Going to Burton Races 1938 And1939
I remember going to Burton Races in 1938 and1939. I cannot remember whether they were held after that but if they were, I was there.I remember pestering the bookmakers and hanging around them, they finally gave us six or seven pencils and that worked. I also remember the Prince of Wales coming to see my grandad who had reserved a special parking place for him at the top corner of the paddock, it was the best spot and you could see over the whole course. I also attended at the gate and would not open it until someone who was with him put his hand in his pocket, it was always sixpence and then I would let them in, all smiles and a pat on the head. I would then run his parking spot and take the rope down for him. He would go and see my grandad and grandma. I have no doubt the person who paid me sixpence put his hand in his pocket again, I never got... Read more
My Grandparents Kitty & Reg Nichols by Elaine Waterfield Nee Merrikin
My Mum Valerie Merrikin, nee Nichols, was born next to the old pub (recently knocked down) in Skeffington. Grandad Nichols worked at the hall and got the sack because he picked up some wood in the ground for a fire. This meant they lost their home and had to go and live somewhere else, 3 Sunrise Cottage, Brook Lane. When they moved they found an old suitcase full of baby's bones which caused a big hoo ha, and apparently a Miss Bents used to live there previously and she worked in the poor house.
Knowing this when I went to stay with my grandparents just after my Dad, Bernard Merrikin, died in 1973, I was rather frightened and made all the worse when Grandad Nichols used to snore all night long and the doors rattled.
One morning I woke up to a raucous sound coming from the garden and it was Grandad chasing some ducks from Simmingtons White Hall out of the garden and it was so funny that Nana... Read more
Living at The White Hall, Billesdon (c. 1972 - 1979)
We moved to the White Hall when I was 2, almost 3, and my sister was 5 weeks old! It was a wonderful house to grow up in - lots and lots of space, inside and out, and were were fortunate enough to have ponies and dogs etc. .. an idyllic childhood! I remember the huge walled vegetable garden - and the apple tree at the end where my sister and I used to climb up and hide while we ate peas fresh from their pods!
While we were living there our brother, Mark, was born and died 6 months later - I still feel a very strong tie to the beautiful church in the village, and visited there a few weeks before my wedding. With the kind permission of the then vicar I took some evergreen foliage which went into my wedding bouquet - so I felt that my late brother was with us on our big day. Our second brother was also born while we were living... Read more
