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The Hump
Just on the other side of the bridge you can see the footpath leading up and over a mound. This mound was built up in preparation for a projected relief road from the Midland Railway station to the Sheepmarket (on the other side of the Meadows). I remember playing around this hump - rolling down the side of it, and running through the pipe which went through the middle of it (where you could have a wonderful time playing with the echo!). The hump was removed in the 1960s after the A1 bypass was opened, and the whole "inner relief road" idea was, thankfully, scrapped!
The Street Where I Was Born
This photograph was taken in the year my father was born in the house which is just out of sight at the far left-hand side of the picture (No. 2). I was also born in the same house 33 years later. Most of the buildings shown here are still standing, but the cottage with two windows on the left-hand side had been rebuilt by the time I was born, and since the mid-1960s there has just been a gap there leading into a car park and delivery area.
Half-way down the left-hand side of the street was a butcher's shop, where my mother used to take me when she went shopping. I remember seeing the butcher using his cleaver to separate the chops, slicing off the rashers of bacon on the mechanical slicer, and cutting off lengths of sausages. Further down that side was the dentist's surgery, which has only just (2007) moved out of the same premises.
On the right-hand side past... Read more
The Barber Shop
This photo was taken around 1960 as my father (who can be seen in the photo, cleaning the bedroom window) bought number 11, St Paul's Street in 1958 and did not open the barber shop for over a year. I was 5 years old when we moved in and I grew up there with my younger brother. My father kept the barber shop open until he fully retired in 1997 and my parents lived there until 2006, when they moved to a bungalow. The house was much larger inside then the frontage implies and also older. There is a plaque commemorating the modern (!) front being added by Joseph and Jane Caldecott in 1716. An expert in historic architecture came to survey the house in the 60s and told us that the house was in fact a medieval hall house - built in 1483- which had been divided into numbers 10 and 11. It was old and creaky but great to live in and it was wonderful to walk out... Read more
Childhood Memories
My Father was stationed at nearby wittering,he retired & then he & my mum took on the Hare & Hounds public house,it was a tiny then until of course stuart & patterson did a welcomed re-furbishment!!This was the start of many happy childhood adventures not all within the law but exciting all the same.I attended the village school Mr.Burgin was the boss,always remember the school dinners (lovely)& all my then mates the Wards the Mc Intyres the Masons the Johnsons & a few more that i can remember but not their names (old age). we left in 1967 a sad day in my life. Yes Greatford has changed so much over the years for one who can remember what it used to be like in the 60's the watercress beds have gone more houses have sprung up,Mr.Bakers nurseries vanished more houses,my big old conker tree by the river welland gone ah well it was a long time ago!!
Good Times
I can remember fishing this bit of the Welland many times, but not as early as this photo was taken, we (being myself and my brothers) were allowed to fish it when Mrs Mitchell was then the owner. It was an unbelieveable treat as the river then was full of really big chub and no one was allowed in there. My dad Jack used to be painter and job man for Mrs Mitchell, I'm not sure when he started working for the Mitchells but it was definately in the early 1960s. Mrs Mitchell moved out of the house and had another property built for her where she stayed for a few years, I think she missed the river and the property being on its own so she purchased the next mill further up stream, Vangeest Mill as it was to us. After a few years again Mrs Mitchell decided this mill was also too big for her so it was her that had the property devided into two which it... Read more
STAYING WITH MY AUNT IN BOURNE
In 1948 or thereabouts my mother went into hospital and I came to Bourne and attended the Primary School. We had a rhyme: "please Miss Fenney can you spare a penny to buy Miss Vickers a new pair of nickers" Mss Dent was the Head, and every school day began with "Good morning Miss Dent, good morning teachers". A railway line ran outside the classroom and every time a train went by I wondered if my Dad was the Driver. I remember Birchnalls taxi and the Delaine buses, and the Saturday football match and visits to the pictures. Shane was showing and it was a classic. Every morning I woke up to the sound of Wherrys peas being processed and that is where my aunt worked. My cousin Anne had tons of comics and I read them all during my stay. My uncle bought a small car which I was keen to ride in but it arrived without windows. After Bourne I moved on to another Aunt at Swinstead and... Read more
Bourne County Primary School
I also attended the primary school at Bourne from 1955 to 1963 before moving to Heckington in 1964. I remember mostly with fondness, my time at the school, especially my time in Mr. Lamberts class 3 as it was when I attended. I ssed to love his story reading as he would stand at a lectern which was to the left of his desk. When he read from Dickens's 'A Christmas Carol' he would come charging down the aisles between the desks shouting 'Bah Humbug' at the approriate points in the story - brilliant. There were four houses in our school which we all wore the colour - Robin (red) Linnet (green) Canary (yellow) and Kingfisher (blue). I was in Robin and we were given housepoints for good work etc. Every Friday assembly the totals were read out for the previous week and the matching shields with the birds painting on them would be moved into the right place. Don't get me started on country dancing which we had on a... Read more
