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Memories of Quorn
My lasting memory of the Bulls Head is when my husband, Bob, and I spent the first night of our honeymoon there. It was a charming place and very comfortable. I will never forget going into the lovely dining room for breakfast the next morning to see with a whole wall of glass windows from ceiling to floor, daffodils on the beautifully set dining tables, complete with silver cutlery, and the sun streaming into the room. It was beautiful. However, in 1984 when we were arranging a trip to the UK for our 25th wedding anniversary, I phoned the Bulls Head from Western Australia to book a stay at the hotel, I was told by a hotel staff member that the Bulls Head did not, nor had it ever, provided accommodation, which was a total mystery to us. Maybe there was another Bulls Head. but whatever, my memories and the receipt for our stay (14 shillings) remain with me forever.
Working on The Boats.
The wooden boats in the picture belong to the riverside restaurant, out of shot to the right. As a teenager, in 1974, it was my job on a Sunday afternoon to hire these out. We did have a few people fall out of the boats, but no one complained. A warm brew and some towels was all it took to make things right.
Memories of Swithland
My first memory of Swithland Village goes way back to the days when I was very young. The war was over and we had become accustomed to Holidays at Home instead of going to the sea-side. My parents bought a chalet in what we called Swithland Woods but it was actually farm land that had been given over to accomodate recovering soldiers from WW 1. Chalets had been built and large tents were used to house the soldiers. The farm belonged to a family named Lane, who several generations later are still the owners. As a family we would cycle from Leicester on Friday evening and spend our week-ends there. As we cycled through Swithland Village we knew that we we almost there,, all that we had facing us was that steep hill which we had to climb, up from the triangle I believe we got off and pushed. We didn't mind that because we knew that we were almost there. During school... Read more
I grew up in Woodhouse Eaves and my siblings and I went to the school in this picture. This is of St Paul's junior school and if my memory is correct it had four classrooms, and the headmaster's office was in the building closest in view. We had to go into his office to get our school supplies as he had them stored in a great big cupboard! The metal barrier outside each entrance was a favourite for doing somersaults over.
Every school day we would walk from school to our dinner room which is pictured down on Main St on the left. We had to cross the street at the bottom, and a lady called Mrs. Hardy would stop the traffic with her "lollipop" so we could cross safely. We called her the "lollipop lady!"
The school house is pictured on the right down the hill, and that is were our headmaster lived. His name was Mr Hughes, though we all called him "Taffy" since he... Read more
I was an 'inmate' of Roecliffe Manor Convalescent Home around 1958/9. I had an operation on my tonsils and went to Roecliffe to recuperate. I think I was supposed to spend about two weeks there but I lasted around five days! I hated the place. You were not allowed your own clothes, you had to wear uniform which for the girls was a bright green long-sleeved woollen dress (very scratchy) with some sort of pinafore over the top. The dormitory windows had bars and the dormitory doors were locked at night. Visiting by parents was on Sunday afternoons only. Letters could be sent home to your parents but the staff would have to read them first and if not approved, they would not be posted. They refused to post mine! Having never been away from my family before, I found the place positively Dickensian and spent most of my time there weeping. This of course was not very good for my newly operated-on tonsils which kept bleeding,... Read more
All I ever wanted was to be a nurse but not having the exam results to do this our family Doctor suggested to my mother I go to a Children's Convalescence Unit in Woodhouse Eaves and work voluntary; at first I thought this was would be a great adventure. I arrived on a Sunday ready to start work on the Monday, I was given a uniform that looked as near as damn it, to a nurse's uniform. I woke on the Monday full of enthusiasm and gratitude to Matron for giving me this chance, I loved my job it was very hard work but I didn't mind. In my free time I would take the children for walks and play hide and seek and sometimes we would take a picnic of jam sandwiches and water in milk bottles... great times where had by all. I made some good friends and even met my first love who lived in Oakham and had the shiniest motorbike I had ever seen. All the... Read more
Childhood Summer Holidays at Taylor's Rock, Woodhouse Eaves
I spent many a summer holiday as a child (between 1976 and around 1983) at Taylor's Rock on Beacon Road, Woodhouse Eaves. I still consider it to be the only place I have ever truly felt at home and I miss it dreadfully, even now! I have incredibly fond memories of Broombriggs Cottage Farm, next to Taylor's Rock, time spent playing in the Beacon - there was the most wonderful tree there - great for climbing or just sitting on - I often wonder if it's still there..... My sister and I used to love driving into Woodhouse Eaves with our Great Aunt to collect fresh eggs or newspapers. The postman stopped to join us for breakfast at Taylor's Rock most days. If anyone remembers the Herberts, particularly Margery Herbert then do get in touch!