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Evacuee During World War 2
I was privately evacuated to Croxton Kerrial with my sister in 1940, we were billeted in a cottage named Woodbine Cottage, this was next to the Bakery. We attended the village school, I still remember some of the children's names that attended the school, my sister and I had quite a happy time in Croxton Kerrial. I have been told by my sister who revisited some years ago that Woodbine Cottage is no more. I was in the choir at the church. When I became aged 11 I atttended the school at Bottisford. If there is anyone who was at the village school during 1940 I would be only to pleased to hear from them. I use to go down to the sheep dip in the village to collect tadpoles. There was a photo taken in 1940 of the pupils at the Village school, during various moves it has got lost, if anyone has a copy of it I would be only to pleased to purchase a copy. My sister... Read more
Gatehouse.
As a child I spent many happy holidays in Denton. My Grandparents lived in the right-hand side of the gatehouse; their names were James and Jane Howell. He was a gardener at the Hall. I remember at the age of about five years old, rushing out to open the big gates for horses or vehicles to come through on their way to the Hall. When my Grandfather retired, they went to live in one of the houses that were set back from the road, halfway down the village street. Later Gran and one of her daughters lived in the almshouses in the park. At that time I had to stay with them for some weeks, owing to illness at home. I went to the village school, I think the headmaster's name was Mr Geeson. Mostly I remember the wonderful walk back home to Gran's, up the lane through a spinney of trees and into the park. There were wild strawberries in the grass, and violets, sweet chestnuts and conkers of... 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
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
