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Langwith Junction maps
Historic maps of Langwith Junction and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Langwith Junction maps
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Upper Langwith| Shirebrook| Langwith| Bolsover| Mansfield Woodhouse| Clowne| Whitwell| Mansfield| Hardwick Hall| Budby| Barlborough| Sutton-In-Ashfield| Edwinstowe| Staveley
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Memories of Langwith Junction
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The Sad Day my Mamma Died
We, the family, had expected to be going to a wedding, as my Mamma had been a widow since she was 39 years. She was now 60 years old, she had two daughter Ethel and Emma, 15 years and 13 years, when their father died. She had met with Tom, who was a lovely man, and she loved him very much. The day started with me going off to school (the Hardwick Street Junior School). My mother was taking my Mamma to try on some dresses for her wedding at Alice Clarke's on Outram Street. They both found something that suited and had them put aside. They then went shopping to The Market and Co-op shop. On the way home they were going to call at Forest Lodge Council Office, to see about a bungalow they had been offered by the council, for Mamma and Uncle Tom to live in, he already had a council House near Willow Bridge Lane. My mother, father (Mr and Mrs R Beresford) and of... Read more
School Days
I lived in Ridgeway, Langwith Junction. Mum would give me a shilling to go to the pictures matinee at the Empire on Saturday morning. It cost 7 pence to go in and 5 pence for sweets, it would be packed with kids, you coudn't hear the film for noise, but what fun. Then out of the pictures and up to railway loco on Eland Road to watch the wagons go up the tipper and emptied into the engines below. Then home, to put on old cloths and get swimming trunks on, a bottle of water, bread and drippimg sarnies and go up to the railway station, on to the bridge and watch trains go under the bridge, and we would stink of smoke. Then into the quarry for a swim, we would make a raft and dive in off it. There would be newts in the water and frogs, but we just played, ate our sarnies and had loads of fun.
Graham Launders
Nottinghamshire memories
Shops
I can distinctly remember visiting Marsdens with my gran, she used to buy loose butter and loose lard, it was cut from a large block. Te guy who worked there had been there years, I think his name was Geoffrey. Greens shoe shop, where I was measured and fitted for new school shoes, was run by Mrs Green, that was the shop next door (the other side of the jitty). Pure simple times, pure memories.
Cobblers
The shop on the corner of the market place was a cobblers, A very small shop, ran by a Mr George Green as I can recall. Mr Green had a bad foot and had to have one shoe built up. He used to work with a dirty apron on.
Evacuees
My brother and I were evacuated to Mansfield Woodhouse in 1940 from Southend. We came with our school, London Road Primary School, and some of our teachers including the wonderful Miss Whisker.
We lived with various families - the Cookes at Sunnydale Poultry Farm, the Marchants at 6, Coke Street, the Owens in Tennyson Avenue and the Colliers in Stainforth Street. All organised by the redoubtable Mr. Hudson
I went to the National School and my brother to Oxclose Lane School. I remember walking along the long lane from Sunnydale to school and later along 'Bedstead Alley' to Oxclose Lane School.
Our memories are very vivid - and not altogether happy. Our mother joined us in 1940 and was soon taken to Ransom Sanatorium where, eventually, in 1942, she died. Our grandparents also came to MW but they fairly shortly after returned to London. Our father, who was working on munitions elsewhere visited us once or twice while we were there.
At Christmas 1941 we returned to London.
Amongst... Read more
Welbeck Colliery Village, Now Know as Meden Vale
My Grandparents moved to Welbeck Colliery Village about 1926, when my mother was 10 years old, and stayed in the same house at the bottom of Elkesley Road until they went into care in the 1970s.
My parents did their courting round Carburton Lakes in the 1930s and got married in Warsop Church in June 1945. I was born in January 1947, and my mother was stranded at her parents' house for a few weeks because of the snow with me sleeping in a drawer.
During the 1950s I sometimes went to Welbeck School for a week or two if my mother was ill. Grandma would turn my cold school milk into hot Horlicks, passing it through the railings as their garden adjoined the school playground.
We always spent Christmas at Welbeck, coal fires, side oven, saucepans on the fire, a cold pantry under the stairs with a "meat safe" (they didn't get a fridge until the mid-60s), a freezing cold outside toilet next to the enormous... Read more
Mansfield Market
I have some lovely memories of Mansfield market place. My dad, George Fisher, my mum, Margaret, and my lovely Uncle Johnny stood the market for many years. My grandad started the business many years before selling fruit & veg. I spotted the picture of Mansfield and was amazed to see the photo of my grandad next to his wagon. If you look carefully you can see the name Fisher on the side of the wagon. I was about 12 when I used to stand the market, we now sold tinned food,such as Chatka crab, salmon, tuna, tarentella tomatoes and good old-fashioned Camp Coffee. We had queues all day long and this learned me from a very young age to add up! The winters seemed to be a lot colder then, I can remember my dad having to put ta arpaulin from the stall to his van to protect customers from the heavy snow. Many a time did we have to take a different route home to Nottingham because the roads... Read more
