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Historic maps of Morton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Morton maps
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Doddington| Carlton-On-Trent| Waddington| Sutton-On-Trent| Holme| Brant Broughton| Winthorpe| Marnham| Lincoln
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Mucky Duck And The Bugle Horn
I used to pedal my service-issue bike from RAF Swinderby to the village to meet friends I made there at the Bugle Horn for a couple of hours every month, and have a few with my service colleagues from the flight line at the "Mucky" in between. They were both very welcoming hostelries in the days when the county was still almost one big airfield. Mostly I remember the local population more, people like Jim Foulkes, Len Richardson (landlord at the Bugle) Len Watson and Fred (?) who served us the beer and with apologies, several I remember but cannot name. The ride back the station was sometimes a littlle erratic, especilly when my palate got used to Holes bitter. The route was along country lanes, to the tune of Vampires doing night flying. Those were the days of ivy leaves and good fellowship which I will never forget. I was 26 and life was great.
The Old Post Office
My grandparents, Harold and Phyllis Fenton, ran the village post office in the 1930s, 1940s, 1950s and 1960s from their home in the stone house opposite the Horse and Jockey Inn. My three sisters and I, daughters of Margaret Fenton and Joseph Gerard Nevin, visited with our grandparents many times during the 1950s and 1960s and early 1970s. I remember the village of Waddington as a quiet rural village with winding country lanes surrounded by green pastures, and remember especially the cows being driven up the hill past my bedroom window to go to the farm for milking. I was a very young child then and my memories of Waddington and my grandparents are very fond ones. I have not visited the village of Waddington since the mid-1970s as I feared that the inevitable urban growth and modernisation would disappoint me and distort my memories of this quiet English village I loved to visit. I am now 62 years old and reside in Kitchener-Waterloo, 80 kilometres south east... Read more
Red Lion Pub/High Street Life
My grandparents lived in Brant Broughton in the cottage next to the "Old Red Lion". I remember the farrier shoeing the horses, the cows going home to be milked at the dairy and then watching them being milked. Water came from the pump in the communal yard, the toilet was a wooden hut in the allotment with 2 holes - one for adults and a lower one for children. Not surprisingly, my grandmother was relocated to a new bungalow but when I went on a recent visit to Brant Broughton with my husband and children it looked as if it was in a time warp - it hadn't changed!
My Ancestors
Although I did not live there, my father's great grandmother Ann Puttergill lived for about sixty of her eighty years there. She married a Richard Puttergill who was born in Brant Broughton about 1840. His parents were the village carpenters and he carried on the family business, eventually qualifying as a master carpenter. He died in Brant Broughton around 1875.
Ann Puttergill, Richard's widow, lived in the schoolhouse around 1870 or 1880 and held the position of nurse to the school masters children and his widowed mother. In 1891 Ann Puttergill lived in one of the Almshouses and was living on the parish. In 1901 she moved to be with her children in Sheffield where she died of old age not long after. She was in her late seventies or early eighties when she died.
I have visited this delightful little village and I am very pleased that not a lot has changed and it is still an idilic place to live.
Brant Broughton
Have just been reading the posts about Brant Broughton. My great-grandfather, George Pearce, was the publican who kept the Red Lion. My grandfather, Reginal Pearce, and his wife Edith took over the tenancy from him. My father Peter and Uncle Terry grew up at the Red Lion. When it closed my Grandfather and Grandmother moved to the Generous Britain where they were publicans until their retirement. They then retired to the cottage next door. I have lovely memories.
Served in Air Traffic Control
I was stationed at RAF Waddington as a Senior Aircrafts Woman In Air Traffic Control and remember the Vulcan Bomber well. They filmed the James Bond movie 'Thunderball' while I was there. I used to babysit for one of the pilots called Gerry Rippon while serving there. We had some good times in the Naafi and I have a few photos to tell the tale. I enjoyed my job working in the control tower. It would be nice to be able to contact some former friends who served with me. I shared a room with my then best friend Iris who came from Spitalgate. The room we shared was for four people but we the only ones in our room.
Monks Abbey
I used to play in the abbey in the war time as then it had an air bomb shelter, we used to think that there was a tunnel under the abbey to the cathedral.
