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Belvoir Castle| Hose| Bottesford| Branston| Woolsthorpe| Long Clawson| Bingham| Scalford| Denton
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Nottinghamshire memories
Army Service
My memories of Whatton relate to my Army Service at 53. Company, Royal Army Service Corps, situated on the A.52 road half way between Nottingham and Grantham and not far from Bingham. I was stationed there from October 1954 to April 1955 before being posted to Essen in Germany in May 1955, where I completed my Army service before going back home to South Wales. Sadly I have never been to Whatton since that time. One of my memories is of the boring walk from Aslockton Halt back to the camp at four o'clock on bitterly cold mornings, which was about a mile away, having returned from home leave.
I was seventeen years old at that time, and made many army friends there from all over England and Scotland. A sharp contrast I found was the flat landscape of Nottinghamshire and Lincolnshire in relation to my homeland of mountainous Wales. However, I found it to be a beautiful part of England at that time.
I believe that... Read more
A Ruby Wedding Anniversary in Muston
Elizabeth and I were married on 17th April 1971 in St Anselms Church, Hatch End, but we decided to hold our anniversary party in Muston because, 40 years later, most of Elizabeth's family live around Grantham and Newark so it was easier for us to travel than to expect so many guests to make their way to our retirement home in Devon!
We rented a holiday cottage by "The Green" in Muston village itself, and hired the village hall for our party. There were 24 family guests and many of them were children. Our granddaughters Anna and Connie loved playing among so many children.
Tithby or Tythby.
I used to live in the village of TYTHBY, spelled with a Y and not an I. I did not even know that there was another village close by with a similar name. But I have checked on the computer and there it is, not too far away in the general direction of Langar. But I do not think there ever was a village in that place during my time at Tythby, perhaps someone knows different.
I remember the then vicar, Mr. Evans, telling us in Sunday School that the name came from the fact that at one time there was a barn there where taxes, or tythes, were collected and stored. Hence TYTHE BARN, or Tythby, maybe I have been under a misaprehension for all those years!
My family was easily the largest in the village, eventually reaching a total of ten, Dad (Harry), Mum (Flo), and two sons and six daughters. In order of age John, Mary, Joan, Flo., Eileen, Brian, Maureen and Gillian, at the time... Read more
More on The Williamson of Tythby
I was born in Tythby in 1948. Rose Cottage on the Cross Roads of Tythby. Church on one corner, Miss Cox's house on another and Bagleys's farm on the other. The youngest of the eight Williamsons. Ours was a full household but I have happy memories of it. Listen with Mother came on the radio at 1.45pm. Mum said I used to tell her to be quiet while washing up so that I could listen the the two nursery ryhmes and the story packed into the 15 minutes before Womans Hour started at 2.00pm.
As well as the two pigs mention in brother Brians memories...by the way they had names...Curly and Shorty as far as I can remember named after the appearance of their tails. There was also a ferret...not sure if he had a name. Dad used him for catching rabbits. I can remember him because I got a smack for letting him out of his cage.Maureen the next sister up from me got a sweet because she... Read more
Mine And my Mum Avril's Memories
My memories relate to the year 1977 when I arrived in Cropwell Bishop to stay with my Great Uncle Wilf and his wife Dorothy fresh from New Zealand. They lived at the old Post Office in the village of Cropwell Bishop. My Grandmother was Wilf's older sister Ethel May Johnson (nee Walker). I was instantly wrapped with the village and felt as though I had been there before. I and my siblings have grown up with all the stories and photo's of Cropwell so it felt like second nature to me.
I used to walk Uncle Wilf's dog Jilly all around the village and surrounding villages during that summer and came to know just about every nook and cranny. I remember sitting on Blue Hill and looking down upon the village with a feeling that i had been there before. Perhaps in a past life. Today I am battling with our family genealogy, and slowly getting there. My Mum Avril Johnson (nee Kelly) grew up in Cropwell with her father... Read more
My Grandparents
My grandparents lived at Fern Cottage. They moved there before the war and had two children, Dick and Jean. Dick was based at Wick and died in the war. Jean, my mum, married and had me and my sister. I have wonderful memories of Cropwell Bishop as a child. Exploring the countryside towards the gypsum tip. The Barlows butchers shop on a Saturday mornings. Wilf, the postman, the bread man from the next village, the Barton bus into Nottingham coming down the hill. There was the man who repaired the shoes in the village in a wonderful hut, and I remember all the excitement of the Point to Point races at Easter. My grandfather worked in the Lace Trade in Nottingham and then at Cotgrave Collery. My grandmother looked after the garden and the hens and my mum had a job as a girl in a bank in Nottingham. She has now died, although my dad is still alive and lives in Tollerton. I now live with my... Read more
Shop
I have no real memory of Flawborough. The interest that I have in it was prompted by finding that my great-grandfather, Thomas Moore, and his wife Susan, nee Singleton, had a grocer's shop there. I found this through a nephew still living in England. Last time I was in England, I took time to visit and looked in the churchyard and there were the graves of both of them. One interesting note was the fact that the people of Flawborough had taken up a collection to furnish them with grave markers. If this is true, my great-grandfather must have been a really nice chap and had made a lot of friends. If anyone can shed any light on the shop or my relatives I would appreciate it. I was born and raised in Beeston, Nottinghamshire, and came to the U.S. in 1960. I now live in Mulberry, Florida.
