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Memories of Metheringham
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METHERINGHAM FEAST
My family used to visit Metheringham regularly to vist my mother's aunt. Her name was Nellie Garrick and she lived in Lime Tree Avenue (I think that is the right name). She was married to Jack Garrick. We used to go on a Friday night. Dad would go to the pub and we would stay at Great Aunty Nellie's house. We would always have fish and chips.
Each year we would visit Metheringham Feast. I used to love the atmosphere of the Fair Ground...the Candy Floss, Toffee Apples, the rides and side shows. I learnt later that Mum and Dad had met at the Feast. The dinner set we always used at Christmas with 12 settings of everything was bought at the Feast...so Mum told me.
We would drive to Metheringham in our little car and Dad would be a bit worst for wear on the drive home. Mum says she often had to grab the steering wheel. Luckily the cars didn't travel so fast in those days and... Read more
Lincolnshire memories
No Actual Memories ...!
Kirkby Green. I was born here in December 1941. My family lived in the house at the side of 'The Beck' which had a water wheel used for driving a mill. My father worked for a local farming family, the Wrights. I have no memories of my life here as we left the area in 1942, but my brothers and sisters have told me about life there. Some years later I was involved in a road accident which resulted in my being in hospital in Lincoln for a while. The person in the next bed to mine was the son of the Wright family my father had worked for, small world.
I paid a visit to see my birthplace as I was told it had fallen into a state of ruin. I found a beautifully restored house still with a working water wheel and was made welcome by the present occupier, a member of the original Wright family.
Brian Williamson.
Memories of My Family
I was not born when my family lived in Kirkby Green but I have heard my mother tell a few stories of life there. She had a pet trout who lived in the Beck which ran past the back garden. She called him Peter and would go down to feed him most days. When he failed to turn up for a few days she blamed the American Airmen who were stationed nearby saying they must have caught him to eat.
The family of Williamsons lived in Mill Cottages. Harry and Flo with John, Mary, Joan, Florence, Eileen and Brian. The older ones went to school in Scopwick and one story is of them walking home during the war. A German plane flew overhead following the road...Mum shouted for the kids to "Get in the Hedge Bottom" John pulled out his catapult and said "Don't worry Mum, I'll get him" Mary remembers saying "I can't run my belly's wobbling"
The Beck used to run over the road... Read more
A Townie in Timberland 1947
My memory is of arriving in Timberland with my widowed mother to look after my grandad, George Curtis. I had to go to Timberland C of E school, imagine me, 9 years old and wiv a Sussex accent, everyone called me a Cockney and tried to make me talk in class. The Head Mistress was Miss Kirk, there was also Mrs Creasey who lived in Walcot. Having spent all the war time in Bomb Alley with ration books, we now had chickens and all the eggs we could wish for, and later we kept pigs so that meant real bacon, 7 pork sausages. It was great.
My First RAF Posting
This was where I started training as an RAF fighter pilot in 1951.
I firstly did my "Square Bashing" then was promoted to Acting Pilot Officer and made my first flight in a Tiger Moth flying over Lincoln. Then it was off to AFTS Ansty to train on Chipmunks.
Happy days!
Life in Branston
I was born in Branston in 1948. I grew up there until I was 16 when we moved to Lincoln. There was a waterwheel down one of the country lanes which was very unusual, in as much as that it was horizontal rather than vertical. I believe it is still there today.
My family were quite extensive in the village and everyone knew everyone else. They were alway ready to help each other and were all very friendly.
I could play in the streets with complete safety and without fear.
We would have "Rummage Sales" in the Village Hall on a regular basis and the 1st May was always a treat with dancing round the Maypole and bands.
School sports days were always held on a Saturday and were quite a big affair.
We had a field that we named "The Hills and Hollows" that was great fun to play in. As its name suggests it was very hilly and we... Read more
Boyhood in Navenby
This is the village where I was born and grew up. The first shop on the right was my Dad's, a Butcher. This was next to Welbourn's the baker. The other side of Tenters Lane was another Bakers, Marshall's.
The village school then was in Church Lane next to the church and the teachers were Miss True, Mr Wright, Miss Milner, and Mr Powley, the Head. I went to this school and so did my Dad. I believe Mr Powley taught him too.
