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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
Brought up in Tongue End
I, like my brothers, sisters and father went to the primary school in Tongue End, at the time I started Mrs Vantol was Headmistess but was later replaced by Mr and Mrs Gore, the school had around 30 children. Meals were brought by car to the school from Deeping St Nicolas everyday and served by Mrs Hall and her mother, Mrs Biggs, in the small hall/dining room. My Mother Jean Baker was employed to look after the children during their dinner dreak.
The school, at the time I started, was in the process of being extended, although the new infant classroom had been completed the new inside toilets were still being built so the only working toilets were outside, these were pulled down within a year.
During the warmer months after dinner the children played on the playing field at the side of the school.
Once the school closed things were never the same in the village it wasn't long before the village hall went and then the... Read more
The Days Seem to go on Forever
I was brought up in Pode Hole from 1967, my mother Joan is still alive but now living in Spalding, sadly my Dad Ken died in the Fishermans Arms pub on Sept 23 1977. I have a brother Nigel and a sister Susan. We lived at 8, Council House, North Drove. I went to the village school, St Matthews Junior School, and we had to use the Bromley Hall as a classroom, Mrs Cooling was our teacher and the Headmaster was firstly Mr Mills and then later on Eric Long. We had a good upbringing even though times were hard and Mum and Dad didn't have a lot, but they made sure we were fed well and clean. I can remember the school holidays when we used to go fishing in Goldsmiths Pit which is now Lake Ross and playing football on the village playing fields, sometimes leaving the house at 9 in the morning and not going home until dinner time and then straight back out again and then... Read more
Memories of High Street
This is a very significant picture to me although taken a good many years after we left high street for Mill Lane. My sister, Hilda and I were both born in one of the houses just beyond the white building, in our time that was the bakery, run by a Mr Wilson and family. (Hilda was born in 1918 and I in 1921.) The first house was Mr Arthur Burton's, then ours, Mr George White, after the archway was Mr Gideon Wilkinson. We moved to Mill Lane in 1936! On the opposite side of the road was the Primitive Methodist Church and the Manse. I remember Mr and Mrs Wacey when he was the Preacher then Mr Arthur and family took over. I was a close friend of Winnie Arthur and remained so up to her death almost three years ago.
Our Father was a bricklayer and worked for the Barnsdales for 40 years!
I have just returned to Alaska after a seven-week visit with family in Boston and area,... Read more
Williamson Family
My father was John Henry Williamson known as Harry. He lived with his father John William Williamson and mother Ada Florence nee Rylatt. My mother Florence Thorpe Catton was from Yorkshire and met Dad at Metheringham Feast.
The family lived in Burton Pedwardine at the time of my parents marriage in 1933 and Harry and Florence went to live with John and Ada Williamson for the first few years. They had three children while living there. John, Mary and Joan.
My father and Grandfather were Agricultural Labourers. Dad and Mum moved to Fishtoft Boston about 1937.
I have not been able to find out anymore about their time in Burton Pedwardine so would be interested in reading any memories at all that relate to that era.
Found The Web Page
Found the web page and references to Jubilee Grove. I adopted "Kenn Gash" because I was a reporter on the Sleaford Standard and my name was wrongly spelled on a By-line. I liked the balance and it stuck! Memories included Police Sergeant Enderby, The Choir of St Denys, Army Cadet Force, St Johns Ambulance, and many friends. Now aged seventy two years and still remembering it all better than I can remember yesterday.
